Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 15

The Black Bevina tribe, a warrior tribe in southern Norsca, sailed desperately before the deep winter. They are very good navigators. They have gone through hardships that countless people can't imagine. Only two remain.

Supplies were exhausted, civil strife continued, and finally the gods of Chaos finally set their sights on them, and they found a place to log in at the mouth of Bretonnia.

When the Norscans came out of the darkness, the light of the torches danced on the bronze armor. They often held heavy and heavy sledgehammers, battle axes, spiral horns adorning their helmets, or the fangs and spikes of creatures. , or strips of human skin peeled off alive.

Although all of them were impatient to taste the blood and food of the Yankees at once, the leader of the ship was a particular Yankee.

He had been to Marienburg, worked as a mercenary, and seen the black powder of the Empire, the knights of Bretonnia, or the ice magic of Kislev.

He was careful, he sent out the patrol ahead of time, for he had a scar on his cheek that would never heal, he would never forget why he got it, and that bleeding wound was blessed by Khorne to never die.

This scar gave him never-ending pain and strength, and in his own tribe, Black Bevina, he got a name that fit the wound.

"Black Injury" Norainier.

Recently, he has a vague feeling that the vision of the gods is focused on him again. He only needs to start a bloody storm in Bretonnia, and he will definitely get a huge gift!

He ordered patrols to collect food and supplies, and they formed camp here.

And his subordinates dare to question his own judgment?This is Bretonnia, how could there be a large-scale firearms force!

They are really insulting, how can Lord Khorne witness such an ugly escape, and now, he leads his troops to kiss him, so that the blood will moisten the soil.

"Marauder troops! Where is the hunter you mentioned?!"

At this moment, a hundred Norsca gathered on a narrow road made of rocks, and they passed by one by one. When they saw the situation there, pots and pans and a small sentry tower, what kind of firearms and large troops were there?
He angrily chopped off his own scout's head with his battle axe, hoping that his blood donation would allow Lord Khorne to look at him longer.

This huge army brought enough torches. Although the sky was still dark, the surrounding area was illuminated brightly.

"Black wound" he angrily kicked over the stew cooked in the camp under the sentry tower, it was steaming hot, even half of it had been eaten!
Just when he was about to attack, a firearm roared, and a hot bullet pierced his wound, breaking the "graciousness" on his face, and the pirate was completely lying on the land of Bretonnia.

After the tall body twitched for a while and completely lost its life, the sniper in the undense forest next to him, that is, Roy cursed secretly. "Fuck, my soup!"

Then quickly began to reload. At this moment, Elena also relied on her fast skills to shuttle through the forest, while igniting the gunpowder bags made of paper that had been placed in advance with torches one by one. In an instant, the entire forest was constantly exploding. Pay a little attention, and those who are familiar with gunpowder will feel something is wrong, it is not the sound of musket shooting.

But the impact of his leader being headshot was too great, and in an instant, a Norscan shouted after the forest burst into flames. "There is an ambush! This is a trap!"

Seeing the effect appear, Roel immediately hit the iron with hot iron and fired the projectile. The remaining four rounds took away one person's life each time, making the whole team even more chaotic. In the eyes of the Norscans, they were really suffering The crossfire of a huge team!

During the chaotic escape, many people were even trampled to death because of the chaos, which saved Roel a lot of effort.

The only pity is that the sentry tower they were usually on duty has become a mess, Roel wiped his sweat from his hands, he was really tm nervous just now!

At this moment Roel's ear rang.

[Smooth victory, get the characteristic, Norsca hater, increase the attack power of Norsca units by one. 】

[Win a defensive battle, and the morale of the whole army will be increased by one during the defensive battle. 】

After the system determined that the Yankees had left, Roel tremblingly walked out of the nearby forest with a pitchfork.

Elena was obviously more daring, she had already started to tidy up the messy camp, she still didn't forget to complain. "Short-lived ghost, can you come here next time? It smells really bad, it's all black powder smoke!"

Roel joked back. "You can just bear with my speed, after all, men can't be too fast."

Elena rolled her eyes, then asked. "Are they coming back?"

Roel returns. "Probably not, but they will probably choose other Bretonnian cities or imperial cities, after all, the river is quite long."

"A certain village, or small town, maybe they will go all the way to the empire, or go to Marienburg to become mercenaries."

Elena pursed her lips. "Can't you stop them again? I mean, us."

Roel yawned because of today's fatigue. "No, I'm not a god, I'm just lucky."

Elena slumped on the ground. "I know, I'm just getting a little sentimental."

"You must know that among the dwarves, your behavior today can be regarded as a beard."

"Full of wisdom!"

Being praised by the elves, Roel also blushed.

"In human beings, your behavior like this can also be called a gambler, I am your king bomb!"

Elena tilted her head. "It's very interesting, but what is Wang Zha's gameplay?"

Roel rubbed his chin. "That's something I invented. It's not interesting. I have time to teach you, but it needs three people to play. It's just right to bring Eustabe."

Elena nodded. "I'm starting to look forward to your little head."

At this moment, the light of dawn gradually rose in the distance, and the long boats on the river gradually moved inland.

But Eustabe was belatedly bringing the knights of Bordereau, and Elena subconsciously hid in the nearby forest.

(End of this chapter)