Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 133 The confrontation with the corpse
When the black smoke and temperature ignited high into the sky, the corpses gradually burned. Even if there were tens of meters from the bottom and top of the hill, the astonishing temperature could still ignite flames and ignite dry grass.

When sparks came out, and the [-]-meter-long isolation zone, the isolation zone around the mud house was far from being completed, Roel cursed. "Hurry up, hurry up, aren't you full?"

Then he raised the shovel high and dug extremely fast, but even so, Lie Yan was too scared, greedily swallowing fuel like a snake, no matter if it was trees or dry grass, no matter if it was animals or plants.

This group of damned vampires have no idea how important it is to protect the environment, and they just choose the so-called efficiency for themselves?

Roel suddenly thought that the dead were all things controlled by the necromancer through the wind of death. Could it be that the necromancer was detecting whether there were scouts here?Or afraid of green skins taking over here?
Have you started to clean up the hidden dangers because you solved the green leather army?
Roel shook his head, stomped out a ball of flames, and covered the dug up soil on the straw in front of him. This should be the last piece. He was relieved, and ran to sit behind the mud house and slumped.

The same is true for the adventurers, panting heavily, even the usually elegant Elena couldn't help but get stained with mud, this group of veterans protected this important stronghold.

But the burning plants nearby, the crimson sun-like heat envelops them, making the mouth dry, and if they are outside, they can even be roasted to death.

Although the temperature does not ignite too much hay, it is still too uncomfortable for people.

They hid in the mud hut, leaning against the wall, the small house was packed to the brim, and although it was still stuffy, it was much better.

The adventurers dared to talk to each other only by the sound of crackling flames, cursing loudly the stupid behavior of those disgusting skeletons and zombies.

But Roel and Elena are still vigilant, because they have experienced the terrible behavior of skeletons, those undead, who don't need to breathe, once tied iron chains on the soles of their feet, and sneaked across the coast of Bretonnia.

Roel looked out from the mud hut, smelling burning, feeling browned, he suddenly saw that the crackling dry grass in the distance was actually pushed aside at this moment, it was a white and terrifying skeleton arm.

"Shut up! There is an enemy, it's a skeleton, it won't be burned!"

The situation suddenly became complicated. The necromancer actually sent someone here. I don't know how much information the skeleton can give him back under the control of Bafeng, but if he is operating, it means that he can see it from somewhere.

Roel looked left and right through the small hole, but the fire and cluttered plants blocked his sight.

"Where is that guy? That guy..." He wanted to snipe him at this moment, because there was an element of personal grievance, and he also wanted to defeat the wight monster army by killing it.

But the complicated situation made it not enough for such precise actions. Roel could only lean against the wall and be wary of those skeletons. Although they were not smart, they could still see strange things if they got close to the mud house.

When the skeleton climbed out of the burning grass, its body was not without dark spots, but it was pulled forward by the eight winds, and it was getting closer and closer to the mud house. Roel didn't want to bet, he wanted to put those disgusting reject customers.

"Hmm..." Roel noticed that there was a dry and crumbling part of the mud house, revealing the slightest gap, which was just enough to point the muzzle of the gun.

There were about 6 skeletons here. If the thighs of the skeletons were shot, the operator could not feel it, but felt that the thighs were burned and cracked by the flames.

But six shots per minute, and only rely on narrow gaps to hit in the flames?

And at this moment, the concealment can be continued by destroying the bones, but what to do in the future, without the harassment of the green skins, this stronghold may not be able to hold.

In a complicated mood, Elena suddenly leaned over. "Short-lived ghost, do it."

Roel turned on the skill, held his breath, and relied on experience and luck, the barrel of the gun was fired, and there was no sound, so that even Elena realized what was going on, and a skeleton in front of her fell to the ground.

At this moment, on the height of the castle in the distance, a nobleman in black robe looked suspiciously at the hillside.

"Is the temperature too high? I thought there were bugs. It seems that the green skins there are almost emptied."

He talked to the black-armored corpse monster beside him, and his crazy appearance revealed a frightening sense of reason. When the wind of death surrounded him, he was even more satisfied.

There were too many bones to die for, and there was no need for a broken leg. He directly released the wind of death on it, making it inactive.

And this carelessness also made him not notice any abnormalities. When the second skeleton fell suddenly, he still felt that it was just that the material was too old, and the existing cracks were baked.

Of course, the pressure on Roel was not easy. The shooting environment was so bad that he had to slow down. It took half a minute to bring down two, and there would be two left anyway!
And Elena just watched quietly, it would be better to say that all the people in the mud hut were silent, they looked at Roel with all their attention, although they couldn't see the situation outside, but their instincts as soldiers made them feel arrive.

Mr. Roel is playing with something.

The skeletons were getting closer and closer, and when the third projectile was about to end, they had already crossed the isolation zone and left the shelter of the flames. Roel's shooting marks would also make the opponent suspicious.

When the skeleton raised its thigh and the white bone wanted to cross the ditch, Roel shot again. Its left leg, which was still attached to the ground, was cracked, turned into powder, and fell to the ground.

"Ha...Tal..." Roel wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was too hot and the environment was terrible. If it was a normal situation, it would be fine, but how could he finish the three enemies in the last shot?
He skillfully filled the bullet, inserted the gun hole into the hole, his fingers couldn't help trembling, but Elena rested her palm on his shoulder.

"Lilith is protecting you, short-lived ghost, I can feel it, shoot."

"Lilith? I don't believe it..." Roel wanted to talk poorly, but Elena directly refuted. "Shoot! Now!"

Confidence made Roel subconsciously press the trigger, and the projectile fired. At this moment, the hot lead penetrated the blackened thigh of the skeleton and pulverized it.

bingo!

But after a while, Roel suddenly realized that he had hit two of them at once, and they were both legs!

It looks like they are falling down at the same time.

At this moment, the system's skills also stopped counting, but there was still a skeleton approaching.

"Damn it, Tal doesn't protect me anymore!"

Elena knew right away that his projectile had lost its magic power...

At the last second when the skeleton approached, it only needed to turn around, and the mud house would be discovered!

A bright blast of horns and an eerie howl suddenly echoed across the plain.

"waaaaagh!"

The necromancer on the castle suddenly looked up. "Aren't those bastards dead yet?!"

The last skeleton also fell because the necromancer withdrew his magic power, and Roel collapsed in the room.

"Tmd, it's the first time in my life that I think green skins are a good thing."

(End of this chapter)