Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 180 Frogman Tribe
Musilon's swamp is not a place of death. When the evil magic wind continued, the frogmen and prophets moved away from their original residence early, and in the end, they brought a "new member".

Elena took aim in the swamp, and an arrow pierced through the head of a giant crocodile. Her clothes had been changed into a frogman's unique style, like tattered leather.

She hadn't believed in the existence of friendly beastmen before, but she was a little overwhelmed by the surprise of the frogmen.

However, not all frogmen are good people. It should be said that the frogmen led by the prophet are good people... When Elena asked the prophet about the appearance of the god with vigilance, she quickly got an answer.

Female, dressed in white, looks like a frogman, with a wreath on her head.

Lilith...Elena immediately got rid of this messy idea, but there was no doubt that this group of frogmen was not that crazy, and they were even quite sane. They used everything in the swamp to build mud houses and cook food with ceramics.

When she dragged the crocodile to the tribe, far away from Musilon, and came to the border of Poldero, the reason why she didn't go to see Roel was also very simple...

When she put down the crocodile's body, the little frogmen croaked and gathered. They took the crocodile away, an old frogman dressed in white, the prophet, his gelatinous skin was loose, holding a wooden Staff with a vial in hand.

When Elena put down the crocodile, she couldn't help sweating from her forehead. She squatted down and let the short frogman lift off her clothes, revealing her white belly. On her belly was a grotesque wound that was curved like a poisonous snake. Ticking bright red liquid.

The elder frogman spoke in human language. "No, no, it hasn't healed after four months, only my medicine can still relieve it."

He slowly dabs the mucus with the amphibian's fingers, smearing the wound.

Elena stings from the cold sensation. "Autumn, I'm going to see him when autumn comes, the Duke of Musilon has already..."

Elena didn't retreat completely, at least Merovingian's cursed blade still scratched her body, she had been bedridden for several months, if it wasn't for the elf's special constitution, a human would already need to recover.

The elder frogman just covered the wound and sighed while looking at the swamp of Bordello. "The croaking here is too sparse, but places like this are undercurrents because of the Duke's resurrection."

"How powerful is the existence you want to deal with? I already regret listening to the goddess' teachings and let the brave warriors of the tribe save you!"

"But it's a done deal, and the Norst frogman's desire to escape from the world has also been shattered."

Elena had a rare expression of guilt, but her guilt disappeared in a flash. "I will help you hunt and protect your homeland, but I will leave after the end of summer. After I leave for a while, you can return to the swamp of Musilon."

The Frog Prophet didn't answer, but just lifted the curtain covering the mud hut, allowing Elena to see the deformed, disgusting and mutated frogman inside.

This group of beastmen is indeed different, if such a mutation in the normal tribe is definitely a gift from the gods, sometimes Elena will think that they are traitors among the beastmen.

But if humans believe in the Chaos Gods, they will become Beastmen. They believe in Lilith, which is also somewhat similar to humans.

Elena really felt for a split second that she was back in Athel Loren when they powered everything in the swamp with so-called croak magic.

Of course, it could also be that she is going crazy.

Maybe both, it's hard to tell.

Now that they walked in here, looking at those frog children with extra hands and feet, Elena couldn't help the pain in her heart.

The sting that Duke Musillon is powerful enough to change everything in his domain, and he's taking back his rights, can't do anything himself.

Elena knelt down on one knee and sang ancient Elvish ballads for the frogmen here. The shallow tone and beautiful voice calmed the children here, but she soon realized that when they came out of the singing, the The feeling of pain in the world will be more intense.

She lost her tune abruptly, and then ran out of the room covering her mouth, leaving only the expressions of the frogmen unsatisfied.

The old prophet sighed, he knew very well that the world would undergo tremendous changes in the future, and the greatest contribution his family could make was to sacrifice their lives to save this elf.

When the huge destructive power gathered, he regretted more and more that he heard the call of the goddess when he was young, began to learn to use magic, and began to take his tribe away from the days lying in the mud.

He still vaguely remembered that when he was a Beastman, the frogmen would not suffer from cold, would not look forward to civilization, and would not hate mutations.

When Civilization joined his frog students, and the whispers of the goddess echoed in his ears, he really wondered, did he do the right thing?
No one could answer, no one could promise. He looked at the mutant child trembling on the simply made bed, and his heart was complicated and painful.

At this moment, Elena ran out of the house, leaning against the trees in the swamp, tired and numb, she deeply felt that everything she did was powerless, powerless in the face of a truly powerful force.

And she actually found out that she didn't know when she relied on that short-lived ghost so much... If he was here, maybe this group of frogs would become normal.

Maybe it will give them a place to live, maybe they can defeat the Merovingian, Elena has unconsciously relied heavily on the miracles brought by that human being...

She sighed, looked at the river in the distance, and walked down, confused, hoping to go to Haikou to see the appearance of the boundless sea.

I heard that her cousin lived far away. When she walked to the mouth of the river, the wound in her abdomen was painful. She found a rock and leaned against it, smelling the sea breeze.

She closed her eyes, hoping that someone could accept her, but the appearance of the human city, the appearance of Alimara, Roel... stew...

What is Athel Loren like?

The strong elf lady suddenly buried her face with her arms and began to cry in a low voice. In the end, the evil was revived, the hero disappeared, and chaos grew in the earth.

Light and justice are unknown.

When Elena was in a daze, she suddenly heard the sound of horns in the distance, echoing in the boundless sea, and when she looked up, she saw a huge team of dozens of warships running rampant on the endless coastline.

Not the Duke of Bordereau, because there is no flag, but the family coat of arms of the League of Merchants, which is...

Many places flashed through Elena's mind, she has been to many places, is this the emblem of Marienburg, is it the warship of the merchant family of Marienburg?They don't do business, what are they doing here by boat?
Elena's sensitive senses made her aware of something, but the dull pain in the wound prevented her from walking long distances.

She'll have to get the frogman to tell Roel about it...

(End of this chapter)