Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 131 Grantset
The goods were well protected, and the wine barrels had been remodeled. Even if its owner was on the march, he didn't find his treasure lying beside him now.

And most of the lords' eyes brightened when they saw the five carts of food and wine, which also meant that their stationing environment would not be too bad.

The farmers started working after hastily eating a bowl of beans. They needed to build enough rooms for the knights to rest in a short period of time, as well as defensive equipment that could prevent the greenskins from sporadically attacking.

Roel was trying to inquire about the situation from the adventurers in the camp, and got such news.

Since the Cyclops went to the castle with the siege equipment, a large number of troops drowned the skeletons and zombies. The battle was almost one-sided. If it weren't for the thick walls, the dead wouldn't even be able to resist for too long.

The castle gates have been opened by the orcs

When Roel asked if there were any black knights and wights?The specific number of troops, and whether there are grave ghouls or bat wolves among them, the adventurer only said.

"I don't know. Yesterday's scouts haven't come back to report yet. For some reason, the green skins are running all over the place. Our communication has been cut off."

Those words reveal a disturbing feeling, if only the greenskins have won a big victory, it means that the scale of this war is far from large.

At least Roel felt that the current army would definitely be able to deal with a 2000-man army, although it also depends on the quality of the soldiers on the other side.

Roel was a little restless, he selected a few good players, and while the farmers were still building the camp, Roel led a few adventurers to the frontline scouting troops.

And Elena was there too, she was really socially phobic, at least Roel always thought it was socially phobic, and she didn't want to stay for a long time, and the front line really needed more flexible and changeable commanders, so she never came back.

Roel asked his subordinates to bring food and wine as supplies to the poor scouts, and after strenuously crossing a few bushes and cutting down a few saplings, the path opened by the scouting troops before was only faintly visible, lying on the ground. In the forest, in the mud.

And their investigation location is on a hillside near the enemy's castle. This is theoretically a battleground for military strategists, but they didn't occupy it because the green skins wanted a quick victory. If the situation really develops into a tug-of-war, this place can be used as a bridgehead and enemy delay.

On the way, Roel didn't forget to check if those adventurers were injured, or because of arrows, or attacks. Fortunately, they were lucky.

Roel thought that when the battle really started, the reconnaissance troops could also serve as patrols for security guarantees. Although they were not as critical as the knights, they were indeed important.

When he got to the hill, Roel realized that the plants in this damned place were denser than he thought, with grasses and tall trees taller than half a person. No wonder greenskins and vampires wouldn't occupy this place.

He slapped away a large pile of weeds, let them tilt and bounce back at will, withered and yellow, but still a little tough, which is annoying, but if someone is on the hillside, I'm afraid it will ignite a lot of fire.

This hill is not small, and it is difficult to find a stronghold, but the scouts have unique marks inside, pointing out their location.

The cod made of three branches is a bit abstract, but in this world without Picasso, it is okay.

To be honest, it's just a triangle with an acorn "eye". If you don't pay attention, it's one of the weeds on the ground. Thanks to the hunters, you can distinguish it.

"Are you sure it's not a weed?" Roel asked worriedly, and the hunter picked up the marker and showed a thin line on it.

"My lord, I'm sure it's not."

When Roel saw this man-made object, he felt relieved. The direction the fish's mouth was facing was the target. This mark was corrected every day, so it should be correct.

After following the mark for more than [-] meters, I saw a protruding rock in the grass, and the front was covered with grass. Everyone walked around the stone, only to find that the back of the so-called "rock" was actually a mud room. house.

The room is very simple, just a dry mud wall made of stone pillars and leather. The roof is also covered with withered grass. It will definitely fall apart when it rains heavily. The insulation effect should not be good. The inside is dark, with only a few small holes look outside.

The mud hut is full of shaved animal bones and nut residues. It looks like survival in the wilderness, and it is indeed difficult.

When the few adventurers who stayed behind saw someone approaching, they immediately drew their weapons and guarded the door vigilantly.

cried Roel. "My own people."

The few adventurers made booing gestures, and they were probably so nervous because the number of green skins that flowed recently was too large.

When Roel can take a closer look at this group of adventurers who often stay outside, they are all as hungry as farmers. Obviously, the environment here cannot make fire.

"It's really hard, I brought supplies, you eat first, and the guards leave it to us."

Even so, those people still gave heavy instructions for a long time, how could they not be exposed, as if they were frightened, even if the person they ordered was Roel, they knew that the opposite was their boss.

When Roel looked at the battlefield of the castle through the peephole, even though there was a lot of dry grass and debris, he saw it through the tiny gap.

Green broken limbs, flesh and blood, muscle lines, and green-skinned heads were piled up on the ground like miscellaneous objects. The dead bones, rotting flesh of zombies, and broken swords and armor were all over the ground like snow.

The verdant grassy plains of Bretonnia had become black withered ground in the decay of the castle, and corpses swayed on the various traces left by the battle like undisciplined things.

The huge castle, so white that it shone in the sun, was comparable to the size of a Bretonnian city. The moat was filled with green-skinned bodies, and huge bats stood on the arrow tower.

And the huge door of the castle, enough for three carriages to pass through at the same time, was knocked open at this moment, and the tattered and mutilated door was still lying on the ground.

A huge troll war machine, burnt black, only the skeleton and the black bones of the troll on it, leaned against the door.

Just such a crazy scene made Roel break out in a cold sweat. How large was the battle last night, and how many lives were lost in the battle. If he leads the team himself, can he break through the gate?
"You guys, how did the vampires break the green-skinned team yesterday? Cyclops are very strong?"

Roel asked the scouts behind him who were wolfing down their food. They swallowed their food and started talking in a hurry.

"It's him, the one in the red armor!"

"That orc, his right arm was cut off!"

"My God, that necromancer stopped the chariot with a wall made of skeletons!"

Roel waved his hand. "Say it one by one, or say it all together!"

Those few looked at each other and pronounced a name at the same time.

"Lord Grantset, he's out."

(End of this chapter)