Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 140
The peasants' wooden walls were just being built when the dark army of darkness marched towards the highlands.

The hills of Gaosong gave them a good view, and they could even follow the wind and smell the corruption of those disgusting dead.

Anger outweighs fear. It has not been a day or two for the dead to defile Brionne. Farmers can hear the stories of them ruining the village during the winter solstice and full moon, and engrave them in their hearts.

The knights had seen their father wrestle them until he could no longer breathe.

Lord Nok looked down from the hillside, just staring at the castle of his ancestors in a daze.

Roel didn't know what he was thinking, but it must be mixed feelings.

When the dead approached the shelling point, about 600 meters away, three mortars fell on their heads like thunder, booming, booming.

But the black knight moved very quickly, and the shells could only hinder the wights and ordinary monsters, but those former human knights could not be accurately hit.

Seeing the black knights getting closer, Nock spoke. "Knights of Bretonnia, it's time to draw your swords. Mount your horse, bring your attendants, and let's go to war!"

Nork led the knights onto their horses, and as their mounts galloped, the knights called the lady's name, and when the light shone on their armor, she blessed her brave.

Boy Ryan led dozens of attendants with a truck, and followed behind, preparing to recover the Dimensional Stone. They are the sharp blades of Bretonnia, and they will get the Dimensional Stone like a thorn in the throat.

A team of knights came out of the hills and descended, surrounded by the wind, their lances shining, and their swords by their side.

Under the cover of the artillery, the tumbling mud and broken iron danced all over the sky, the strong horse collided with the skeleton, and the lance pierced through the armor of the black knight.

The shining plate armor was stained with blood and filth, but the knights just opened the distance again, and a charge destroyed a third of those black knights!

After all, he is still a dead person, just a guy driven by magic!

The skilled knights adjusted their horses and prepared to charge for the second round.

The wights, skeletons, and zombies were crushed by the exploding projectiles, unable to move.

The longbows and muskets on the hillside were also ready to shoot anytime and anywhere, but Roel vaguely sensed that something was wrong, how could the other side be so reckless, and simply fell into his own position.

But when a "dark cloud" appeared over the castle in the distance, Roel immediately shouted. "All pay attention to air defense, bats are coming!"

This amount is too much!Far exceeding the number that Roel saw before, this group of corpse-eating bats was enough to tear the peasant's clothes. Although there was no threat to the knight, there was no doubt that they came towards their own position.

Damn it... I'm afraid he was bred from a large number of zombies who died in battle using black magic. No wonder the troops this time are only skeletons!

Countless bats were suppressed inside the castle like a hazy cloud, and they were suddenly released at this moment, eager for flesh and blood and living people.

Each one was fat and strong, about the size of a hound, with sharp teeth that could tear apart pieces of flesh and chew them.

When the longbow, the light of the gun, and the arrows fell into it, like raindrops, until they were over the camp and shaded the sun...

"Damn." Roel cursed secretly, then looked left and right, black powder, black powder...

Until those damned bats swooped down, with a stench and twisting wind, he tried to get the bomb out, timing it so it exploded in mid-air, but throwing them slowly and low made it easy to dodge.

Puff, puff, the bat's sharp teeth cut through the farmer's clothes, causing blood to flow out. They licked their mouths like greedy monsters.

Roel and his apprentice, the elf girl, stuck together back to back, wielding their swords to kill those disgusting bats, but even so, they were still attacked in the face of their huge number.

The sharp teeth and claws slashed through Roel's arm that raised the bayonet, and the sackcloth was torn apart, leaving only a ball of bat fluff.

He looked down, fortunately, the chain armor's defense was hit by this thing's attack, without even leaving a trace.

Roel, Alimara, and Elena, the three of them can still rely on mail armor protection, technology, or that kind of ferocious wolf resistance, but there are already many farmers who have been directly eaten.

When the bats are killed by the fight, they will fly up again, because of their harassment, the attacks of mortars and muskets have completely stopped.

The screams and the smell of blood permeated the camp, which could not dissipate for a long time. The farmers couldn't help being afraid of the bats. Roel frowned and looked at the clothes on his arms that were scratched by the bats.

"Fireworks, take out the fireworks!" He said with his mouth in his mouth, when the farmer looked at him suspiciously, but no one questioned too much.

Surrounded by dark clouds swirling in the sky, when the earth was stained with that stench, Roel yelled "Light!"

Fireworks are fired into the sky from inside the barrel, emitting piercing heat, and the swooping dark clouds are like cotton that has encountered sparks, being ignited by the heat.

The bats collided and clung to each other, and their bodies ignited each other, making piercing screams, enough to pierce the eardrums of mortals.

The fire burns their wings and makes them fall downward.

"The firearms troops continue to suppress the corpses! The farmers are going to get water to extinguish the flames, and there must be no problem with the supplies in the tents in the camp!"

Roel ignored the flames that fell from the sky, like a black cloud raining fire, covering the entire camp. The spark went out and everything was so successful.

It was so smooth that Roel forgot that there were more than one old friend. When the rhythmic, wild horns and drums sounded, the army of about 500 green skins marched again.

One-eyed didn't have a new arm this time, he sat on the children's sedan chair, his red eyes were full of greed, he knew very well that the dimensional stone represented power, and there were real arms.

When the shaman channeled his pure power, he could turn stones into gold, heal ailments, and strengthen children.

And if it can't solve the human beings on the hillside, the idea is just a pipe dream.

At this moment, the three-way competition has changed the atmosphere. There is no doubt that the Bretonnians, who have the advantage of land and suppressed artillery fire, can defeat any of their legions, but two together?
"Elena, Alimara, ladies, help me."

Roel's pressure exploded in an instant, but he was not alone. At this moment, he only needed to go all out to suppress the vampire legion, and try to buy enough time for the knights.

They will be responsible for recovering the dimension stone, and the position is their guarantee of invincibility!
When the two girls tied their long hair and raised their bows and guns, the peasants followed them.

They are hungry, poorly clothed, and in poor condition, and can only resist the enemy with their bodies.

The haughty voice shouted from the wood elf's mouth. "Shoot, you useless bunch."

Ali Mara said a little apologetically. "Sorry, that's just her personality, but be careful, we'll give priority to attacking the orc troops!"

"Please don't worry when shooting, their bows and arrows are not accurate!" Although she is very gentle, the girl also knows that many farmers will die...

(End of this chapter)