Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 122 Mobilizing Greenskins
During this period of time, Roel sank into the wisdom of studying the baron. He learned a lot, but also lost a bit of his adventurer temperament.

This allowed him to come up with a plan to drive away the wolf and manipulate the greenskins.

But let’s skip this, today, the workers of the castle received strange orders to manufacture a large number of strange creations, how strange?
Probably that kind of marble, black is the best, and there are a lot of old bones and broken and decayed armor fragments, almost useless spears or swords, and rotten meat.

The Bretonnian workers worked overnight, and produced a large number of "Vampire Earl" style weapons in just one day, and then Roel led his personal guards to attack the greenskins overnight.

Pretending to be a businessman, lurking near the forest, or helping the village defend, he fought for three or four days in a row, and every time he killed the greenskins, he would not dispose of the corpses, but just sprinkled the minced meat, skeletons, and low-quality weapons on the spot.

There is also a part of the road map, the road map to Granset Castle, scattered in bits and pieces.

Of course, the smart black orc could see problems and contradictions, but the orc only cared about the fight there, and Roel's behavior was simply Mao Ge's guidance.

It doesn't pick on its opponents, on the contrary, the stronger it is, the better it is!

Roel is currently listening to the report brought by the scouts. The green skins have become more active, their anger and conflicts are intensifying, and they have begun to shape simple engineering equipment.

This move kills two birds with one stone. It not only diverts the greenskins' attention, allowing them to rest, but also allows the vampires and greenskins to fight, allowing them to break through the outer city.

But this doesn't mean that Roel can rely on such a simple plan to sit back and relax. There are almost no knights who can be driven in the collar, and the only ones who can be brought to the battlefield are about [-] peasants.

They are not adventurers, and they cannot conduct military training. The foundation of their physique and personal will is here, and I am afraid they can only be used as cannon fodder.

The output pressure fell on the mortars and muskets. This may be the first batch of firearms troops in Bretonnia, or it may be the only batch for a long time.

The time is short and the task is heavy, but the departure of the knights and the addition of gold coins in the territory enabled Roel to start buying gunpowder with the help of Nock.

That's right, Brionne is also a port, a rare commercial center in Bretonnia. A large amount of saltpeter, charcoal, and sulfur are constantly being brought in, and the smell of black powder almost permeates the entire village.

And in order to confuse the vampire's detection, the gunpowder was covered with a layer of food and medicine, making them feel like the people in the territory were licking their wounds.

Moreover, farmers may not be of much use, but what if farmers have a bunch of firecrackers?

A large number of firecrackers has a strong influence, and the effect on green skins and undead may be slightly worse, but this is not the kind of toy that is used for the New Year and does not kill people, but firecrackers stuffed with gunpowder.

Even if it's made of leather or paper, its flames are not a small threat to ghouls and zombies.

During this time, the blacksmiths were even more busy, and a large number of iron bombs were forged. Except for Roel, who had 10 bombs hanging on his waist, because his bombs could be reduced in size and exchanged skills for combat power, everyone else had two or three bombs. Fist-sized bombs.

And wearing iron bombs has become an honor in the army, especially the wearers are veterans who have almost survived the battle, there are about 20 or so, and hundreds of bombs have been prepared.

Such a large-scale operation almost drained the coffers of Lord Nok, so that Roel paid the military expenses of the peasants and the wages of the adventurers, but the name of the noble is really easy to use, and the entry price of a large amount of gunpowder is far from Less than what Roel paid for it in Pordereau.

In this way, when a group of real troops were assembled, they stood like a wall in the village, echoed by black powder and pitchforks, Nock couldn't help but look at such a high-tech technology as black powder.

And the tired Roel needs to train Alimara with Nock after finishing all kinds of chores.

At this moment, Alimara and the little wolf had put on brand-new chain armor and the orange battle uniform representing Lord Nok.

During the continuous actual combat with Noke's disciple Ryan, Alimara's skills have also improved a lot, but what surprised Roel is that the combat power shown by the second-generation wolf king is impressive. marvel.

Even for Roel, it was difficult to take it off for a while after it got the mail armor. The agility and ferocity of wild animals made it a good war beast by nature. It was a lot bigger before.

Even a full-grown stag would be taken down by it at once, but Alimara had a very good relationship with it, and she even named the wolf Wumeng, saying that its howling sound was relatively low.

At this moment, Wumeng and Alimara attacked Lord Nok together. Even in close combat without obstacles, it would be difficult for Nok to gain the upper hand.

They had a tacit understanding. When the wolf bit, Alimara's bayonet stabbed him, and when the wolf retreated, the blade covered it, which actually caused headaches for the experienced knights.

But Nock still relied on the advantages of the armor, used the carapace to resist the bite, hit the wolf's belly with his fist, and subdued Alimara with the giant sword.

But such a duel is a situation where Alimara can't use bombs and guns!
However, Roel is still very pleased that his disciple has become so powerful at this moment.

Lord Nork took off his helmet and wiped his sweat. "Well done, ma'am, and you, boy Wumeng." Nok bent down, trying to rub the wolf's head, but only got a growl, which made him raise his hand in fright.

And Elena was not idle during this time, she was in charge of detecting the time when the greenskins attacked the vampires. During this time, the conflict between them intensified.

During this period of time, she had witnessed no less than three or four attacks and small-scale wars.

When today's training was over, they gathered in the lord's hall of the castle to discuss the current situation. Alimara and Elena were also informed of King Lawn's plan and the existence of the vampire count.

At the table at this moment, Roel first summed up.

"The friction between the Vampire Earl and the Greenskins is intensifying. The Cyclops can't stand it anymore. Now we are strong and strong. Although the peasants are still afraid, they can buy their effectiveness with money."

"In contrast, the vampire should have completely let go of its vigilance and devoted itself to dealing with the vampire."

Nock nodded. "During this time, I am also coordinating the situation with King Lawn. I have initially contacted him, and I should have an answer in half a week."

Elena leaned against the wall, in a daze, Roel said everything she should say.

Alimara kept an eye on the greenskins, she said. "What if the greenskins didn't attack, or were allied with vampires?"

Roel leaned back in his chair. "We can try to pray to the Goddess of the Lake, fear of this, fear of that, the war will never be won!"

said Ser Nork now. "By the way, I received a strange letter today, which said it was from the Gray Mountains, signed by the dwarf ranger Badin, and was addressed to Lord Roel."

Roel thought about the name. "Badin..." He frowned, ranger, dwarf?Gray Mountains?

The Four Little Powers of the Plague!

or five?Can not remember!

(End of this chapter)