Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 12 Preparations
At this moment, the monk and Elena had rushed from the lighthouse, and Eustabe went to communicate. He moved very quickly, it only took 10 minutes, but in such a short time, Roel also killed another undead here. .

It's really flooding!

At this moment, Roel raised a zombie's arm and looked at the magic runes that had dissipated, or there might have been runes, but those things couldn't be called runes accurately, they were just spells.

The monk and Elena watched for a long time, and then the monk said. "Let's not say that the eight winds on them have dissipated, even if the Lake God and Fairy, who is the goddess of the lake, came, she might not be able to find them."

"Even if the source of the imprint can be found, it can't be accurately locked. After all, the entire Musilon is so big that it will not be effective for an expedition if it is locked. The land of the dead will seriously hinder the normal actions of the living."

After watching for a long time, the monk shook his head and left, and Eustabe planned to stop him and ask about the situation.

But Roel said. "The monk is unwilling, then you report to the lord. If you can't find the necromancer, the head that was chopped off is probably yours."

Eustabe choked up for a moment, what Roel said was right, it was chilling, the lord can't be expected to find the Necromancer in the area as large as Musilon and the swamp, and the risk of reporting this matter is great Outrageous.

He was silent, Elena seemed indifferent and said. "What are you hesitating about? It's a big deal and just run away."

The first thing Eustabe and Roel instinctively thought of was to run away, but after running away, Roel was still a mud leg, and Eustabe was still a lawless person.

They are different from Elena, and this wood elf, they have their own goals.

They didn't come here to run away, and now the evil moon gradually rising to the center is brighter...

After a while, the two said in unison. "Get ready for battle."

In fact, Tiris Vigilante, as the temple of the goddess Verena, has the power to detect the existence of most evil creatures in advance.

And they only need to ensure that the lighthouse is safe enough in the small-scale undead invasion. Once the number exceeds their capabilities, this matter will immediately develop into a war.

At that time, all of this was a headache for the Duke of Boldro, and it had nothing to do with these little people.

Therefore, they not only need routine duties, but also need to start preparing for themselves to survive at night.

But at this moment, the night at midnight seemed peaceful and devouring people, only Elena combed her waist lazily, like a cat under the moon, and then looked at the two humans with interest.

"You humans are really interesting guys. Although you are short-lived and weak, you will become tough after you make up your mind."

"Our elves are different. Once you settle down, you will become vulnerable when you set a goal."

"But I will help, after all, the trees in that room cannot be ruined by zombies!"

It is rare for the three of them to have a unified goal. This is a good start, at least at night, they decided to start the vigil at the same time.

Now that the three of them are keeping watch together, the extra manpower can be used in many ways.

Elena went to hunt the prey, Roel skinned it, lit the fire, and stewed the prey into Bretonnian-style dishes, providing enough morale and energy in the cold night.

And Eustabe is building the most basic defense platform. He once worked as a masonry in Musillon for a while. Although it is rough, it is much better than Roel, who is a complete layman. But it takes a lot of time for a two-person build.

Regarding Bretonnia's flavored stew, Elena thought it was unacceptable at first, but it wasn't bad after eating.

In fact a real Bretonnian stew needs a lot of spices, a bit of bread crumbs as a thickening agent, and the current Roel's recipe is missing many things, such as spices, spices and spices.

Even so, the taste is still good. After eating the hot food, the three of them became more enthusiastic about the vigil in the second half of the night.

The number of zombies in the second half of the night was unexpectedly small, and Ostabe was very adaptable at night, and could be on par with Elena in detection. Of course, it was only at night.

And when Roel is using his skills to show his companions how pitchforks can headshot zombies, things are a little off.

After an abnormal roar, the roar of the dragon leech in the distant river suddenly dissipated, and suddenly the whole night was quiet, and the three night watchmen felt that something was wrong.

Roel hurriedly looked towards the lake, he hoped that it was just the dragon leech resting, and not a large-scale invasion of the undead.

But what he saw that night was not a terrible death, but something more memorable.

The Viking-style warship was moored in the Grismery River to the roar of the wild drums, and the poor dragon leech had died under the cannon, reduced to a mass of flesh.

Although the scale is small, there are only two small boats, but there are at least a hundred people, it is hard to say that the three night watchmen can defend against it!

But Roel soon discovered that the Yankee fleet was forced to march in the poor environment off the coast of Bretonnia because it could not directly land in the port of Boldrow, and the hull condition was quite bad at the moment.

In other words, they are likely to be very tired and have suffered some casualties.

And the last thing Roel said to his companions was. "Get ready to fight, it's the Yankees!"

　The waters around Bretonnia are notoriously difficult to navigate.Currents, winds and tides change rapidly, plus many sea monsters live in caves in the cliffs on the shore.As a result, many shipwrecks occurred.Even villagers in certain villages lure boats onto the reef and loot the wrecks, making the situation even worse.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)