Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 137 The Landing Point of the Mortar

The goblin looked at the situation in horror. When Roel hit the orc stronghold one by one with precision, the firearms troops wiped out the iron orcs, and the point of view of the knight cleaning up the goblins broke out, the poor guy was weak from head to toe.

In the eyes of the Lord of Bretonnia, this strategic plan is very interesting, unique, novel and efficient.

And they quickly understood why they brought this disgusting goblin, because knowing the location of the orc tribe, they could suppress the mortar fire.

The greenskins did not have the help of wolves, and the three cannons firing in turn were enough to destroy those weak greenskins who were seriously injured by vampires.

When an ingenious plan is driven like a nail into a green goblin's heart, there is no doubt that this disgusting, cunning and only himself will want to get out.

Now Roel coughed. "Ma'am, I ask you, Greenskin, to tell me about you, the boss' hideout."

The goblin's tone trembled. "Shrimp... my lord! I..."

said Roel again. "I swear to the gods, I will let you go if you are honest."

The goblin's shaky heart gradually filled with hope, if he turned to God... although it doesn't even know what a human god is.

"My lord, the location of the camp, the location is..." The instinctive fear of the boss and the desire to survive were stacked together, and the poor goblin's head had already started to twitch. When a cloud of wet liquid spilled on the ground, it passed out.

The lords couldn't help covering their noses and frowning. Roel's expression was also extremely ugly. How could this little thing be so unbearable.

But as a living being, it did suffer from... various aspects, and after this question, it reached its peak.

There was silence in the tent as the greenskins receded, and the farmers came to replace and pack the furs until the job was done, and Lord Nork let out a bright laugh.

"Hahahaha, you really know how to be an actor, my friend, you are too tired, go and rest for a while, fighting is our business."

Roel looked dissatisfied. "Do you think I can't lead everyone?"

Nock said. "It's not that you can't, it's that you have hung everything on yourself, and when the battle begins, the honor and strength of the Bretonnians will be settled."

"But I still want to say, you think too much, and you don't have the spirit of Barto."

"I know, I'm sorry, everyone, I'm going to take a break." Roel was indeed a little oppressed, the darkness of the Warhammer world, bastard, made him do this more than once.

When he turned and left the tent, the lords began to discuss the matter of the green skins. Roel rubbed his temples and looked at the green evil moon in the sky.

Then he rubbed his neck and mixed in with the chivalrous knights who were tasting delicious food.

Tearing mutton and cutting bread kept things simple and straightforward, but no one noticed that the simple cells of the camp were still difficult for humans to get through.

But goblins...

It's no wonder that the guards were too negligent, the cage was well made, strong, resilient, and the gaps were narrow, even a goblin the size of a child could hardly pass through.

But the unleashed potential of a nearly-dead goblin is terrifying, have you ever seen an octopus go through a gap?
At this moment, all the bones in its body can be removed in pain, because the green skins are born with extremely high tolerance for pain, and of course goblins are also included.

Although they are usually chattering and their heads are unclear, in order to survive, it has extremely high potential.

After a toothache, the green skin bypassed the sleepy guards, got into the trash can in the camp, kitchen waste, held his breath, and then protruded his nose, which looked like a piece of green bone, Can't see well in the dark.

When the farmers wheeled the kitchen waste down the only stream on the campsite, dumped it.

This creepy little thing escaped successfully. When it was dumped in the river, along with the rotten bean dregs and bones left after eating, even if its arms were broken and its neck was twisted.

Almost crawling towards the camp, it has to be said that it is not unreasonable for the race of green skins to reproduce in the Old Continent.

It stumbled, crawled out of the river, and no one knew it, and it started when Roel was still indulging in wine and food.

He and the other knights boasted that he could once kill three or four wights with his bare hands, and he really let himself go.

The red-cheeked Roel was found by her little apprentice, and Alimara held her own sword. Even though Lord Nok gave her such privileges, she didn't like to come to the knight.

Because the men were already pointing at her and started making jokes about how a woman wields a sword, and broke out dirty jokes.

While she shouldn't be afraid of any knights, she doesn't like trouble, she's a lady after all.

"Master, go back." She helped Roel who was rolling the dice on the table, and walked out amidst the clamor of the knights.

When she passed by those bloody guys, they would still reach out their hands to touch the body of a village girl, but when a lean wild wolf, Wumeng, threatened the knight with its white teeth, they tactfully withdrew it. palm.

As for Alimala, she rarely sees the master like this, but the reality is like this. He probably saw something exciting today that brought him pressure.

When she took him back to the tent and covered him with bedding, Roel also rarely regained a trace of clarity.

"Go, go to the cage and have a look, that green skin is the basis for us to get the upper hand."

"Yes, master." Alimara sighed, he still loves to worry so much.

But when the girl came to the cage, she saw only the guard sleeping alone, and the cage was empty.

At this moment, many thoughts flashed through her head, but she still slapped the guard to wake her up. "Green skin, where is the green skin?!"

Elemalardo asked the guards to answer that it was taken away, for she knew very well how much trouble those disgusting things could cause.

"Eh, ma'am...I..." The guard was dumbfounded when he saw the empty cage.

"I, I don't know..." He raised his hand to signal his mistake, and Alimara gave him another bright slap, then walked to the sentry tower and knocked on the warning gong.

When Lord Nok led the others to poke their heads out of the tent, they found that there was already a wave of people looking for greenskins in the camp. They mounted their horses and kept searching in the night forest with torches in their hands.

Roel was also startled, got up staggeringly, and cursed.

"Idiots, they are all idiots!"

He picked up his gun and used his few remaining thoughts to figure out one thing. If the green skin didn't want the guards to leave, then the only way for it was a stream in the camp.

He called a few people and searched for it along the bank of the stream, and meditated in his heart, find it!
(End of this chapter)