Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 132 Elena's Responsibility
During the conversations among the investigators, the situation of last night was gradually deciphered. When the one-eyed orc commanded his men to break through the gate, a pale warrior wearing red armor and holding two black swords took a step forward, followed by an aristocratic man. , Necromancer in black robe.

After that, a mixed formation of about [-] wights and black knights, like a destructive army of gods, knocked the greenskins out of the castle.

But the number of green skins is huge, and the fighting spirit is high. It's just that the one-eyed orc and the red-armored knight are fighting together.

When the orc was defeated and his arm was severed by the blood blade, even though it survived with its tyrannical body, its vitality was seriously injured.

Roel sighed, he really came too...

Being suppressed here and there, it is clearly one-sided, the Vampire Earl's one-sided!
Roel thought of the unbearable protection of the cemetery in Fella in Brionne's territory, and that his deadly enemy came here like a fish in water.

Maybe the major lords may see their ancestors on the battlefield!
To a sufficiently powerful necromancer the whole of Brionne might look like a cafeteria.

His expression was very complicated, the green skin just cleaned up the miscellaneous fish, and the biggest contribution was to break the city gate. At this moment, the orcs wearing clothes in disorder have become a problem that troubles the logistics.

And the vampires are now fully prepared for battle, so it is obviously impossible to sneak into the castle to attack.

It is completely different from the plan. What is the size of this army?
Roel gritted his teeth and asked them.

"Where is Elena, I want to talk to her."

The few people who were eating answered. "Master Commander is in the west, walking along the path we opened up. She likes to stay there very much, but she won't let us approach."

Roel nodded. She was afraid that she had committed a social panic again, so she got out of the house and walked along the grass that looked like a dotted line.

Soon he saw a hillside and flat land, but he knew he was there, because there was a tall oak tree in the flat land. When he walked to the tree, the sound of salsa suddenly appeared in his ear.

He immediately took down his gun and used the long pole to protect his neck. After a while, there was a ding, and the fine iron of Rick's collar touched the blade of the dagger.

"Long time no see, Ms. Elena."

Elena held the dagger and lightly slashed across the barrel of Roel's gun with a dissatisfied expression on her face. "You actually made it down, short-lived ghost..."

"Human beings grow up very fast, don't fail to keep up, Miss Xianmin." Roel still remembers teasing, and Elena's face was a little melancholy.

"What's worrying you?" Elena said, leaning against a tree, still bowing in salute.

"How long have you lived, what's the use of telling you, I'd rather talk to Little Short Legs."

Such a venomous statement was a detriment to himself, which made Roel even more interested.

"Say it, poor elf, I think it's important, don't you?"

"Isn't it enough that we've spent so much time together, seen evil and seen good?"

Seeing that Roel was interested, the elf insisted.

"That disgusting vampire lord, the weapon in his hand is Duke Merovingian's blade!"

"It's also what I was looking for when I went out this time..."

Roel rubbed his head and cleared up this relationship. In other words, if he defeated that guy, would he let Elena return to her hometown?
"A good thing? Why are you so depressed."

Elena sighed, her gaze became far away, as if she was looking at her hometown and her family from afar, anyway, Roel was sure that this guy didn't have any memories of her.

Girl, just spit out a sentence. "Let's go back, I'm worried those guys are negligent."

Roel remembered bickering back, as the elf always did. "Who is dozing off on the tree and still not letting people see?"

But the elf's short sword gesture came, and Roel shut up.

When they returned to the camp, they encountered two or three scattered orcs on the road, which told Roel all the time that the orc boss could no longer control his small group.

Under such circumstances, a large number of orcs will go to other places to burn, kill and loot without obeying discipline. It seems that he was really injured this time.

Then, the next question is whether to harvest those guys...

Adding insult to injury, this is a great thing in life, and there are many grievances and grievances between the orc and him.

Elena looked at Roel's uncertain expression and asked. "Short-lived ghost, do you want to kill the rest?"

Roel is not sure, at least he hasn't made up his mind yet, maybe that guy is still useful, but the orcs are a scourge anyway, and going out will make the vampires notice the situation.

"It would be great if Tal would tell me the answer. I'll stay here first, and I'll talk about the rest later."

Elena put on a smirk and muttered. "I can't make a fire or stew here. If you can't stand raw meat and nuts, you can run back."

Roel retorted. "I won't miss the battle, probably not..." But eating raw meat is really unbearable.

When they returned to the camp, they found that something was wrong. There were skeletons and corpses carrying orc corpses. Obviously, the characteristics of green skins were well known, and if they were ignored, they would definitely cause a lot of trouble.

Even the wild southern badlands can produce those disgusting things, not to mention the fertile Bretonnia.

They were collecting the green-skinned carcasses to the front of the hill, where it was difficult to climb and rugged, and then collecting dry grass, branches, etc., until a skeleton came staggeringly holding a torch.

Roel was still looking at them curiously. Although he couldn't see them clearly, he still recognized them after a few glances from the gap in the mud house, and then called out immediately. "Fuck, they're going to set fire to the mountain!"

The others also immediately realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly crawled out of the mud hut, Elena said. "It's still there."

"It? Who is that?" Roel asked back.

Elena replied. "The old man we just met, it also helped me cover the sun."

Roel immediately realized that the so-called it was the oak!
"What are you crazy about? Let's go. You still have the tools for building mud houses? Go dig the isolation zone on the hill, that is, dig out the soil and vegetation, just like plowing the field, so that the fire can't continue to come, dig one meter!"

This high ground must be protected this time, because it is very convenient to shoot or guard supplies on the downward slope. If this place is burned out, there is no good place nearby that can be used as a strategic headquarters or a storage point for supplies.

Although the mud huts are very hidden, even if they send people up, they can't be found, but without the cover of dry grass, they will become troublesome.

If the isolation zone is dug, it may be difficult to see clearly after burning, and it will be filled with ashes, not to mention that the most people who come are skeletons. It is no problem to balance the risks and benefits.

This time Elena took the initiative to lead the team, and immediately started digging frantically before the wildfire ignited.

(End of this chapter)