Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 158 Elena's departure

The dimensional stone is undoubtedly the best source of energy for the power of destroying evil. At this moment, the treasure bestowed by the gods of chaos is unscrupulously embedded in the chest of the abomination, and it also represents the "love" of its maker for it.

Roel opened the distance and threw a smoke bomb, and the violent fog surrounded the monster. He raised the muzzle of the gun relying on his memory.

After a bang, something cracked open in the poor artifact's chest.

As long as you know the core, such a thing is not difficult to deal with, at least for the poor replica of the Necromancer, yes.

At this moment, a systematic voice suddenly appeared in Roel's ear.

【Blood battle narrowly won】

[Gain the characteristic, large killer, and increase the attack power of monsters by 5 points. 】

[Defeat the lord, blood knight, Granset, get the characteristic, blood killer, the territory is reduced by 5% against necrotic corruption, and marching in necrotic corrupted areas no longer consumes manpower. 】

[Acquire magic props, hate core.

effect, you can make monster puppets.

Description: When the eight winds blow, it falls to the ground. It has been refined by someone at this moment, and you can find a body for it. 】

[Obtain a magic item, the Armor of Granset.

Effect: Increase morale by 10 points, magic resistance by 10 points, physical resistance by [-] points, active skills, fall into blood rage.

Blood Rage: Attack power increased by 20, but physical armor decreased by 10.

cd one day, duration 1 minute.

Description: Grantset built a legend, and a great family for a long time, and now he is ending in your hands, no one can judge whether he is right or wrong. 】

Roel rubbed his head and sat on the ground. His skills had also been upgraded, and he added them to the skills of the thug peasants at will.

At this moment, the skill tree in the second column suddenly turned black, and there were new skills, but they were also locked.

[Gunpowder Engineer
Effect: The physical power of any explosion generated in your unit is increased by 15%.

Description: The Imperials have been chasing the new formula of black powder for a long time, you have got it now, but please remember that the "medicine" is three-point poison. 】

Roel shook his head. "What a boring joke..."

Then shout to the forest. "Come out, it's over!"

Dozens of adventurers and thieves barely walked out of the bushes. Roel counted their heads, but found that Elena was not there.

"Has anyone seen Elena? That tall, thin lady with an unfriendly mouth."

The adventurers practiced shaking their heads, which made Roel a little sullen. How could he lose his teammate after fighting Hate once?

But time is ticking, Granset Castle is theirs!

A group of people approached the large army.

When Roel and Nok met, his appearance was simply unforgettable, no matter whether it was armor, skin, or flesh and blood, no one was good.

But he can also understand that the enemies he faces are equivalent to fighting monsters. It can be said that slaying dragons is nothing more than that.

He bumped Nok's arm. "Reward, when will it be cashed out?"

Nock stings and clutches his arm. "Ah... don't touch that!" The wound on his hand was inserted and pulled out by the rough broken knife, and the bone could be seen in the wound.

How hard it was just now, how soft it is now.

Nock clutched his arms. "When my wound is healed, let's go to Bordello. I can't wait to see what Bretonnia's largest port looks like."

"And what's so special about the place where you, a farmer, were raised."

"Sister Elena?"

He suddenly realized that the team was missing one person, and Alimara and Ryan were on standby at the camp, and they were responsible for bringing the troops after victory.

Therefore, Elena's departure seemed extremely abrupt.

Roel roughly explained. "Who knows, but elves are an unsettled race."

In fact, he knew that Elena was probably looking for Merovingian relics, and that sword was too important to them.

But about the elves, he didn't want to tell too many people, and neither could Nock.

After that, they sat on the ground, and the knights and peasants were as lowly as rare, until Ryan and Alimara came with a large army, and the two apprentices did not see the master, and they began to compare for the first time.

Ali Mara said. "Oh, I said that the master is very strong, you see, he has no wounds."

Ryan was a little unconvinced, but unable to refute, he could only look at his teacher resentfully.

There was only one answer to him. "Lian, practice more!"

Okay, he's used to it.

The troops walked into the castle, and they tidied up things with ease, removing those vampire-grade things.

Roel couldn't help complaining while observing. "Look at the Throne of Thorns, the strange experimental platform, and the bright red carpet."

"Also... this gargoyle really can't move?"

Soon they found a big hole behind the castle. It seemed that someone left in a hurry, and there was a letter next to the hole, which was stuck in the wall by the elf's arrow.

Roel took the letter and translated it with the few words he just knew.

[To short-lived ghosts, short-lived ghosts, short-lived ghosts, smart and noble elves need to complete their mission. If nothing happens, something has found you. I hope you won't die.

But leave the next thing to me, go home and rest, human beings need the protection of elves, don't chase me, the traces have been wiped away. 】

Roel's face was ugly, Nock turned his head to look at it, and then commented. "You got dumped, isn't it funny enough?"

Roel handed the letter to Alimara. "No, we're not in that relationship."

Then Alimara replied. "Master, you were dumped by Sister Elena, it's fine, you still have me."

Roel doesn't talk to these two creatures, he is very cool, he is a farmer gifted by the lady, and a four-faith family slave, Tal, Urik, Moll, the guy who the goddess of the lake takes turns to serve.

And he sure has a little red hand to pull out the best stuff in the loot.

At this moment, the farmers piled up the messy things and let Roel choose them. This is what Noke ordered in advance. No matter what, put them all together and let Roel choose one.

Even other kingdom knights cannot take priority over him!

Roel looked at the various treasures collected by the vampires and the Granset family for 700 years like shopping in a street stall.

There are a lot of strange instruments of torture, gold and silver treasures, weapons made by dwarves, and even documents of the empire, promises of other lords, and various historical records of Brionne's loss.

It was dizzying in so much, but Roel smelled familiar.

The wind of death, very strong, amazing.

He saw it among a lot of rare treasures, one without a cover, and it felt strange, like...some kind of leather.

He knew right away that something was wrong, he flipped through the contents, it was almost hieroglyphic, and he knew right away.

This is one of the nine volumes of Nagash!

(End of this chapter)