Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 114

When the green skins enter the forest, the owners here can only retreat to the second scene. They used to be the spirits and souls of the forest, but at this moment they almost died at the hands of the green skins.

The anger of the wolves was like flames, surrounding the greenskins, and the shelling stopped. Soon, the waaahg, howl, and bite replaced the thud of gunpowder.

Roel raised his head, looked at the clear starry sky, and the Wolf King and One-eyed who were wrestling with each other in the distance. His heart warmed up, and he finally underestimated the smart creatures.

The others didn't have Roel's ability, they just raised their heads timidly, and looked at the messy appearance everywhere around them suspiciously.

Roel yelled at once. "The enemy is out of ammunition! Let's capture the mortar!"

But the knights had lost their morale. The death of the baron and the disappearance of the horse made them suffer and fear. They could only hide in the nearby forest and report to the attendants.

Are the knights weak?Not to mention, because the baron is dead, no one will pay their rewards for the honor they once had, and the green skins can't attack their territory, so naturally they don't have much motivation.

That's why the baron doesn't move much, and doesn't wear a helmet. He is the battle flag of this operation, plus the commander in chief. He is more important than Roel's command here, and stronger than the knight's martial arts. of.

But Roel is not a knight, and he already has grievances against those guys. No matter what, he will use cannons to smash down the vampire's evil castle, smash it to pieces, and dig out the truth inside.

He got up, patted the dust, and calculated how long the wolves could last, and was about to speak, but found that it was Sir Nock who took the first step and gave orders to the others.

"I have completed your chivalrous mission in the name of the nobles of Quinalis, and help me get rid of those green skins!"

Roel was surprised. He looked at Jazz with a little surprise. After all, in his eyes, Jazz was just a guy who took money to do things.

"Nock, the Baron is dead." He was still trying to remind him, but the Jazz didn't care.

"Yeah, so what?" As if his employer wasn't the Baron.

he shouted. "I would pay as much as the baron, brothers, to cut off the greenskin's head!"

Roel still wanted to ask carefully, but suddenly the roar of the wolf on the hillside broke the rare tranquility. Roel looked up and saw the one-eyed black orc hugging the body of the wolf king and pressing his battle ax against its abdomen.

"Oops..." The distance of about three hundred meters is not too far, but it is too difficult to snipe the green-skinned boss now. Fortunately, the next moment, the wolf king struggled to get out of the war leader's arm, but was out of breath.

The wolves are also bad. Although they are united and violent, they are far worse for the greenskins, quite a lot.

Blood and fur were scattered on the ground, the wind smelled of blood, and the smell of black gunpowder of war did not dissipate. The sound of adventurers walking in the forest at night rustled, but in the end, the knights of the kingdom still did not keep up.

The peasants and squires also gave up, and everything became bad, and the army composed of only hunters and chivalrous knights did not even have 60 people.

But if the mortar is lost, the efforts of this period will be wiped out.

When the troops walked down the hillside, they faced not only the greenskins on the high ground, but also the wolves that had only one-third of their number left.

Roel's heart was complicated. He suspected that he had harmed them. They didn't need to fight the green skins, but they stepped here to support him.

But the wolf king's firm and hateful eyes and bristling hair scattered Roel's pity. He shouldn't have such a mentality for brave fighters.

"Pull the bow!"

"Reload!"

When the adventurers prepared their sharp longbows and muskets, the wind-like long-range attacks continued to rain down. The wolves were very sensitive, and they could even avoid projectiles, but the orcs and goblins could not.

Arrows penetrate flesh, projectiles crush iron armor, good and bad are reversed in an instant, when an orc is wounded, it will start to slow, wolves will bite, when the wound increases again, firearms will hit its body .

Troops that have received Roel's bonus and training are not bad in terms of shooting speed, power, and accuracy. Ten people are comparable to 20 people!
Bang bang bang, bang bang, hot lead through cold iron, bullets through flesh, when orcs plop down, when longbows go through goblins, things change.

Roel aimed at the head of the one-eyed orc, and fired the projectile, but at this moment, the hot lead that hit the target unexpectedly burst into sparks.

As if the orc had predicted it, he used his shoulder armor to hold the shooting position, and the oblique shape on the shoulder armor successfully deflected the force, causing a goblin next to him to blow his head.

Roel just felt his hairs stand on his head. This guy has definitely seen firearms and knows how to deal with them.

It's not the orcs of Bretonnia...or from beyond.

Roel subconsciously pulled out his bomb bag, the only way to make him feel safe, but remembered that his flint and steel fell out.

"Alimara, give me your flintstone."

"Alimara? Apprentice?" he repeated, but there was no answer.

It was only at this moment that Roel realized that Alimara was trembling all over, her eyes were full of anger, she raised her rifle high, pointed at the green-skinned boss who was fighting with wolves, and said in a trembling voice. "Master, I found it, the beast that took away my happiness!"

(End of this chapter)