Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 174

The arrival of a large number of mercenaries from all directions caused a brief chaos in the territory, and then they quickly became coolies, responsible for cleaning up and patrolling the evil and destructive forces that could be seen.

However, manpower is still insufficient. The harassment of Beastmen and Norscan pirates broke out in a short period of time due to the expansion of the territory. The expansion of human territory will always face their threat, which is why the two major human empires have never been able to unify. Absolute power reason.

There are constant external enemies and more internal worries.

When the dense wounded reports and the blueprint of the warship with only the keel were posted on the table, Roel faced the endless loop.

That is, if you do not expand the coastal territory, you will have no place to build ships. If you expand, Norsca and Beastmen will come to play.

The huge sum of three thousand gold coins can't stop these guys from playing and playing, and the wind of death from Musilon suddenly becomes stronger for some reason, as if the evil moon is approaching, the bones in the territory will be buried as soon as they are buried. Climb out, and arrange a group of Moor priests to appease the dead and repair more Mole gardens.

The final problem was before Roel, how to solve this damn cycle.

Relying on powerful force to crush those herds of beasts and pirates, but only for a while, expanding the territory will take a long time, at least a few months, can't Nok be exhausted to death?

Those things are like weeds, the spring wind blows endlessly, wildfires extinguish and regenerate, and the busy time of spring planting is coming, adventurers and soldiers must be free to deal with various emergencies.

There is not enough manpower. If it is a normal medieval refugee who relied on wealth and expanded the territory, there will be no problem, as long as the disciplinary integration in the territory is done well.

But this is the world of Warhammer, the playground of the Four Gods.

When Roel was holding his head, his hair was about to fall, he was evasively looking at the notes of Mr. Na in his hand,

He looked at the records above.

[My greatest invention is the black pyramid erected on the Nagash wasteland, and the natural wind of death all over the world is my property.

I realized then that the power of an individual is worthless in the world, but now, beyond the world, I am the embodiment of the ancient death. 】

[But I still realize that such a violent flow of the eight winds has activated many dead people. In my mind, they are different from the brave soldiers of the Nehekhara Kingdom. They are weak and powerless, but they are not waste. The powerful eight winds make them worship I am the Lord, let his humble, impotent body worship me. 】

[When those livestock rats betrayed the Lord of Death, they became very useful walls, and before, they were still slaughtering everything in an orderly manner. 】

[In the wisdom of my wise Nagash, such a useful but stupid puppet is of little value, but I think people who read this book must not be so smart. 】

[Listen well, when Bafeng flows at an abnormal speed, the corpses produced can be controlled with the most basic death magic power. 】

After reading Lao Na's narcissistic quotations, if he didn't know that he was beaten to the head by Sigma and Shushu next, he might really become his little fanboy. After all, the highest achievement of a necromancer is no more than the next Nagash.

But it's not nothing, as long as you mix your magic power into the eight winds, the dead and resurrected will rely on your consciousness to act.

The unexpected truth of this news made Roel wonder if it was fate to find one of the nine volumes of Nagash.

Then he thought wickedly, if the Nine Books of Sigma existed, would the content in it teach people how to use the Warhammer?
However, with the increase in the use of magic, his sensitivity to the eight winds and its influence have continued to expand. Even if his appearance has not changed now, his heart has gradually become strange.

It was the doll's help that there was no mutation, but the power of the eight winds magic also made him unable to ignore it.

Roel walked to the edge of the castle, raised his arms, and felt the huge energy flowing in nature. At this moment, the castle and its territory were filled with the wind of death.

He didn't know why, but the current mutation did help him...

When the energy in the doll was gradually released with the fingers, the magic power and a piece of news filled with Roel's "taste" filled Eight Winds.

At this moment, Miss Lianli, who was preaching in the newly built Chalice of the Holy Grail in Bordereau, suddenly stopped talking and stopped talking to the lady, because she felt a disgusting breath mixed in the natural world.

Necromancer!

She subconsciously planned to report to Roel, and suddenly felt strange news being transmitted through magic.

No matter what happens, protect humanity first...

This news surprised her. This is completely different from the lady's instructions. Necromancers are supposed to be scary, vicious, and disgusting creatures. How could they give such instructions...

Go see her!
She rushed out of the church. The believers were surprised and talked about the situation, and then rushed out, because the ladies believers are all lords, and then the guards, farmers, and attendants they brought followed.

There was a long stream of people on the newly built street in an instant, and it stopped when the girl reached the outskirts. This is not a good place, because it is full of dead spirits and evil. Several lords drew their swords to protect the holy lady, but very Hurry up, a large number of beastmen gathered because of the rolling blood of human beings.

About 3-4 tribes, three or four hundred horned beasts gasped heavily, Lianli was surprised for a moment, until she suddenly saw a narrow road in the suburbs, and many human bones were buried in the vegetation on it.

This is a "beast path" or "beast path"... Theoretically, there is a gap between the Chaos Demon Realm and reality in such a place. everything.

The strong eight winds also gather here, causing Lianli to accidentally bring the lords here.

But the lords obviously misunderstood, they shouted. "Madam bless, the Holy Grail girl found the way of the Beastmen!"

"We eradicate them!"

In an instant, hundreds of people fought together, but the number of knights was less than half that of the Beastmen, and they were undoubtedly at a disadvantage. Seeing a farmer and knight being defeated by the Beast, Lianli felt a sudden sense of guilt in her heart, which made her Unable to accurately manipulate magic power due to emotions, use healing spells to resolve pain.

When the knights realized that the lady did not help them, they lost their positions in an instant, and a large number of beasts thought they were howling and followed the beast way...

Just when the huge hoofbeats drowned the human troops, at the last moment, a gust of magic wind with Roel's order entered here, and the huge corpses and skeletons that died on the animal path and accumulated over a century suddenly climbed up because of the magic power.

Then, according to the remaining wisdom before, one thing was distinguished, human beings are here!
When the knights were surprised to see the skeleton demons appearing, their faces were ashen, and those skeletons actually picked up old weapons and attacked the beastmen...

Both Lianli and the lords have mixed feelings about this matter... Especially Lianli, she really doubts the existence of good necromancers!

(End of this chapter)