Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 139 The Gift of God

The dark green stone smashed through the ground with high temperature, leaving dry marks and crazy magic power on the ground. The necromancer greedily looked down from the castle, wanting to get the treasure bestowed by the gods.

The green skins also have their own ideas. For them, such things are not a small fortune. The Warp Stone can heal wounds, produce gold, and each boy will become stronger because of it.

For the master knights of Bretonnia, this news is also mixed. Normally, the Dimensional Stones that fall in Bretonnia are basically accepted by the local lords, and they are pressed to the territories of the immortals for them to deal with.

Although this matter is thankless, the lords believe that the goddess of the lake has a high bonus for handling the dimension stone.

Such a huge and terrifying magic stone is also the most important oath for them to become a Holy Grail Knight.

The ridiculous thing is that it seems that the situation at this moment has become that the one who gets the dimensional stone wins the world.

The troops in the camp got the permission, approval, and order of the lord, and started working at an unimaginable speed.

Returning to the camp from the front line, Roel, who started preparing for the war as a commander, thought he would get the procrastination feature.

But he found that the Dimensional Stone was not completely bad, and seeing things back on track, he also became a love-hate relationship with the Dimensional Stone.

When he came to the tent in the camp, several lords had already changed their clothes and began to discuss the situation of the dimension stone in armor.

Lord Nok pointed out that the location of the Dimensional Stone is close to the castle, and the necromancer should seize the strategic position immediately. There is no doubt that if this is successful, the necromancer will get an incomparable bonus.

Roel spoke directly. "We have mortars, and if we adjust the position from the hillside, we can hit them completely. As long as we protect the source of firepower, we don't need to worry about the demons getting the dimension stone."

Nock added. "The cavaliers also need guerrilla beheading the enemy's rear range. Compared with the hillside cover, the enemy's range is much less."

Roel nodded, "The protection during this period can be regarded as effective. The Warp Stone is our thing, and it is used as a bait, which will definitely hit vampires and greenskins hard."

The lords readily suggested the two of them. Although the power of black powder is not in line with the spirit of chivalry, it is not impossible to use it.

There is nothing wrong with using such power in the face of those evil things.

When the approximate battle line is customized and a large amount of gunpowder is transported to the hillside in advance, it doesn't matter if it is discovered by the enemy at this moment.

This kind of action is also carried out on other races, but the green skins have weakened visibly, and the number of boys and goblin equipment have begun to deteriorate.

In contrast, the Vampire Earl was still strong and strong. Hundreds of black knights surrounded the castle, and there were [-] corpses. The corpses and bats were almost indescribably huge.

If he gets the Dimension Stone, such an army can be expanded and doubled. Even if he gives the greenskins, the Dimension Stone cannot fall into the hands of these guys.

When the troops were gradually assembled and the knights and peasants were stationed near the hillside to build camps, the Necromancer discovered that the lords of Brionne had reported to the regiment.

When the peasants inlaid the wooden planks and iron blocks and banged them, the knights were alert here.

Not surprisingly, when building the camp, many greenskins ran out from the nearby forest bushes, apparently in ambush. During this time, the orcs probably figured out that something was wrong there through the position of the dead boy.

About 50 of them held crude black powder products in their hands, probably the gunpowder left over from the mortar caravan they robbed. At that time, the fighting was fierce and they could not be recovered.

Now the pitiful iron bombs that have become green skins, although the forging technology is not good, the power is not strong, and they may even explode in the hands of orcs, but their black powder is real.

When the hot thing exploded, many knights' horses were frightened and nearly fell off their horses.

"Don't be afraid! It's just a beast!" When the musketeer shouted from the hillside, 13 rifles fired in turn, and dozens of orcs were only killed by hot lead in turn.

Even if there were those who charged in front of the people, they were hacked and killed by the knights. Even if the commander didn't do anything, the small-scale conflicts still couldn't suffer with the help of the height difference.

This is both the strategic nature of the ramp and the reason Roel suffered and was stationed there.

When farmers embed long fences or planks into the ground, which are made in advance, the general defense of the camp is also completed. Although simple, it can also hinder enemy attacks.

When the lords moved in with their troops, they filled the once empty mountain peaks, and tents bloomed on the hillside like flowers, and people came in and out here.

Roel looked down from the hillside, the dark green dimensional stone was about the size of a horse, with a continuous stream of light on it, revealing fatal colorful rays of light under the sun.

And many undead have begun to move around, and the green skins are also spying in the forest.

The scale is small, but there are hundreds of people. The accuracy of the artillery unit is not high, and it is just good to practice with them!

When their soldiers met on the plain, they fought each other with knives and guns. Looking at the mortars being carried up to the high ground, Roel yelled wickedly.

"Okay, it's time to let them know whose stone this is!"

When the flint ignited the fuse of the mortar, the sound of hissing came to an end, and the shooting from the hillside was like thunder falling on the old continent, setting off a puff of smoke.

One shot out of three is okay, but not enough, but when the projectile hits, no matter whether it is a group of dead or orc boys, they are all sent flying, and the broken meat and red blood are twisted into a ball.

"Great! Go on, go on." Roel was using this behavior to vent his desire. At this moment, no matter if it was a farmer, a knight, or anything else, seeing the crazy appearance, their morale was greatly boosted.

Black powder can be used.

In the joy of the Bretonnians, both the Cyclops and the Necromancer felt uncomfortable. They had all dominated one side, and humans, dwarves, and elves were all overwhelmed by their power, terrified, and fled.

But when facing this group of Bretonnians, they had various problems more than once.

The necromancer looked at the camp built on the hillside, and his heart overflowed with strong emotions. People who learn necromancers are paranoid. The wind of death will make his thoughts become extreme, and he is not suitable to be a leader.

Even so, it cannot be denied that this guy, Peter Fonti of Musillon is a smart man.

He quickly judged the situation, and there was no doubt that in the future, he could drive black knights, corpses, skeletons, and monsters to form the largest army and attack the high ground in a dense manner.

The necromancer's dark pupils glowed strangely, and he shouted in a hoarse voice. "Kill them!"

(End of this chapter)