Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 138 Looking for the Stupid Goblin
It wasn't fast, it shouldn't be, but the dark light of the night made detection extra difficult, when Roel spotted a trail of wet liquid by the river.

"I found it..." He was still dizzy, but the situation wasn't too bad, it shouldn't be.

When several hunters followed the trail left by the green skin, its footsteps became more and more elongated and dragged.

God knows what it has done to itself, but the situation must be bad, and it can't go very far.

At this moment Roel only regretted that he had not broken its head and neck.

Peeling off a bunch of bushes, another bunch, makes people anxious and anxious, but there is no trace of green skin, even if its blood and traces have been delayed for a long time, people can feel that its vitality is tenacious just looking at the traces.

As expected of such an alien race that could give birth to a big belly king, every time Roel thought of his confrontation with green skins, his teeth ached for a while.

Roel realized that he was close to the battlefield when a cool breeze on the plain brushed his cheeks.

It was not far from the place where the orcs were stationed. Relying on the moonlight, Roel vaguely saw a group of goblins climbing on the grass in the distance.

But the nearby orc patrols are also here, and the scattered greenskins on the plain are patrolling in groups of two or three. debunk.

He let out a long breath of hot air. "found it."

But at this moment, the distance of the green skins is too close, even if they kill them all at once, they will be found dead, or there will be no screams of one-shot kills, and there are two or three groups of orc patrols, and it is impossible to wipe out all of them with our own forces.

But you still have to shoot, the less information you can expose the camp, the better. When Roel made up his mind, turned on his skills, and hid the sound, the next strong bullet shot across the peaceful plain, the smoke of black powder and the death sound of goblins choking. Afterwards, Roel led the people back to the camp.

The orcs were startled by the news of the goblin's death, they searched everywhere, and finally found the dead goblin.

Now that the green skin is on high alert, such troubles are naturally reported to the higher authorities. When Roel returned to the camp, he couldn't help but have a headache.

He blamed himself for this incident again, because he wanted to get out information that made the green skins start to be wary of humans.

No matter what the outcome will be in the end, there is no doubt that it will be more difficult for the knights to attack.

But he would not hide it, instead he explained the situation to the major lords in the tent.

They didn't blame Roel either, they felt that this "imperial man" had actually done a good job.

The farmers began to repair the wooden walls overnight and then entered the fence, thorns or traps. Unknowingly, the three parties fell into the triangle relationship that Roel hated the most.

The green skins are afraid of humans attacking them, and the humans are afraid of green skins attacking them. The vampires stay behind closed doors, and cannot withdraw from the army, falling into a disgusting war of attrition.

From this point of view, it would be better for a tripartite chaos to break out and bring things to an end.

In the end, we could only send more reconnaissance troops on the hills to deal with it in such a negative way.

When the first week in this place passed quickly, Roel was on patrol all this time, and he was almost a wild man.

He tore open a piece of nut, poured the fruit into his mouth and refused it, like eating dry food. These days, his guns kept taking away the lives of greenskins at the border through skills to ensure the safety of the camp.

Coupled with Elena's cooperation, the greenskin's blind spot of vision was abruptly maintained, so that the war would not fall into a passive position.

The kolba became a stronghold, and he leaned against the wall, opened a bottle of wine and drank it, and then shaved off his beard with a razor blade.

"Fuck, there are three again today." Roel hung the green leather ears on the shelf. This is one of the few funs for the mud house hunters, and the one who killed the most was counted.

And Roel even has more airs than Elena, which is amazing.

And because of Roel's silent shooting, the hunters have gradually begun to think that he is Tal's god choice, and Roel didn't bother to explain, he also believed Tal a lot.

"Yes, yes, you grow up very fast, very quickly." Elena fiddled with the longbow, still dissatisfied with the fact that Roel surpassed herself.

But they all know that the continuation of this situation is not good for the war. The state of the three parties is too fixed. No one dares to really drive the army, and they will fall into an embarrassing situation of being attacked by two sides.

Many people in the army have already started to have problems. The political composition of Bretonnia is not suitable for large-scale and long-term legion operations. The farmers and knights gathered at this moment are already looking forward to returning home.

The lords also expressed their views on this matter as a waste of time, which is why Bretonnia has plenty of martial virtues, but has never opened up this land.

When things become normal, every day, some people even start to make handicrafts and sell them to nearby villages for profit.

In order not to let the team disperse, the lords turned a blind eye, but they didn't know how long this bad situation could last.

The hunters also tacitly understood that Roel had already caught three or four times eating meat with fire, and it was only a week.

When today's patrol started, Roel was used to catching small hunters in the morning and shooting the greenskins who didn't grow eyes at noon, and the number of greenskins decreased drastically.

There may have been a lot of civil strife within them, which should be supported by the one-eyed combat power. If this continues for a long time, it will only become a situation where the vampire family dominates.

But it's impossible for them to reconcile with the greenskins...

The situation in the camp is similar. The pressure that Noke needs to face is not at all easier than that on the front line, especially the questioning of several lords.

Their transition from obedient to twittering is really easy and simple, but they have not fulfilled their honor so far.

However, to put it in a more rustic way, there is a thief in the Warhammer world. To put it a bit taller, fate will inevitably lead the sailboat to the distance like the wind.

On this unglamorous coastline, the endless fate suddenly became cloudy. When a dark green star fell from the evil moon, pierced the atmosphere of the old continent, and fell on the three of orcs, humans, and vampires precisely. On the plain between the big camps.

The situation suddenly changed and became extremely confusing.

When Roel cut the grass and watched a dimensional stone comet hit the plain, its terrifying mutation energy spread out out of thin air. Even though the distance from him was more than one mile, he couldn't help but backed away. took several steps.

"Dimensional Stone, Dimensional Stone!"

He yelled, causing the hunters to stare in horror at the grotesque stone. On the castle of the vampires, and in the forest of green skins, there was no shortage of such restlessness.

(End of this chapter)