Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 181

Home, Land of Abundance, Paradise, Dawn of Bordeaux, Lemanus, in just four months, this small fishing village has gained many names because its lord is so unique.

When the other lords of Bordeaux came here because of the prosperity and variety of entertainment here, they couldn't help but sigh Roel's power. It was only four months, which was the level of tax collection for them, but here It has been turned upside down.

But many lords have also discovered the reality that the foundation of this territory is unstable, such as not having enough resources to build walls.

It can be said that in the Warhammer world, city walls are equivalent to enclosures, and countless territories cannot be expanded because of various walls.

And Roel pushed the territory to another extreme, that is, there is no wall at all.

Walls represent security!Strength, without walls, soldiers and peasants could not defend against the endless hordes of Beastmen, nor against attacks from the coast, especially shelling.

In the eyes of those lords, this territory is vulnerable, and all wealth and success are likely to be destroyed, but most people don't want to say it, because it is very happy here, and it is also a pleasure to watch the successful people fail.

But how could such a situation be unclear to Roel.

But he has no money. The bigger his territory, the bigger the coast, and the bigger the border, those places can only be surrounded by small walls, and according to the current increase in the flow of people, they can become more and bigger. The new walls are very difficult. Remove it quickly.

Maybe one day, his city will be attacked by artillery fire, but after that time, can't someone shoot him right away?

But now the brave frogman has reached the outskirts of Roel's territory, surrounded by a huge dense forest. He is the last warrior of the tribe, but he still came to complete the task of the prophet.

When he stepped into the dense forest, the monarch here also opened his eyes, and the fire of his soul was rekindled. He liked to hunt the beastmen who strayed here, and the undead crawled out of the boundless forest. I don't know at all.

But he is a hunter in the swamp, and it is not easy for people to make a living there, especially the frogmen at the lower end of the food chain.

His sensitive gelatinous skin felt a wave in the air, or... croak?
Each race has a different concept of the eight winds, and the frogmen's research on magic is even worse.

As a new breed of beastmen in Bretonnia, no one with hooves likes them, so naturally they don't know much about the roar magic of the beastmen.

It can be said that the frogman prophet brought them a new path, but it is still not clear enough, but this kind of beastman seems to have a good sense of magic, especially the special Holy Grail remains.

The light in the eyes of the dead king flickered, and he came to the vicinity on horseback. The strong eight winds frightened the frog, as if he was bathed in a cold wind.

"You...you are..." The frogman has seen many undead lords, and life in Musilon is not easy. When he tremblingly spit out human language, the only answer he had was the boring yawn of the king.

The remains of the Grail had cleared the place of hoofed, greenskins, except for a particularly large, four-handed mutant beast that interested him.

And what is this, a frog from Musilon?

He was too lazy to draw his sword, and even regretted going out.

But the news the frogman got was very simple, he was going to inform Boldero, the lord near this location, so he subconsciously thought it should be the lord.

"My lord, Lord Roel, I'm here to report that there are enemies who want to covet your territory."

When the Holy Grail Remains heard the frog calling him so, he was so angry that he shouted. "I'm not a farmer!"

Then the sword blade shining with silver light grazed the Beastman's head, almost decapitating him. There is no doubt that the wind of death may have had a lot of influence on his character.

The frogman was terrified, his gelatinous skin was trembling, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to have found the wrong person. According to this attitude, the opponent must be Lord Roel's enemy!

He mustered the strength of his thighs, exerted all his strength, and the beast man could hit people with horns, and the frogman's thighs were also full of strength.

With a whoosh, it popped out like lightning, and the shocked remains froze for a while.

wrong!The remains immediately realized that he had intelligence!
"Go and catch him!"

The frogman jumps and jumps in the forest at an extremely fast speed, but a large number of skeletons fail to catch him. The warrior of the frogman is characterized by running fast.

You can't expect too much from such a beastman, but his strong thighs run fast.

Green flashes flashed across the forest, just like a handsome horse running through the plain. When he ran out of the forest panting and collapsed on the plain, he breathed in the air happily. Since he hadn’t touched water for a long time, he untied the water bottle on his waist and sprinkled water. on the skin.

For such a race that cannot travel long distances, Elena wanted him to inform her, and she could see how much wounds Meroving had caused her.

And when the frogman raised his head, several sharp knives were clamped around his neck.

It was a ragged farmer, holding a hunting bow and wine bag, with haggard cheeks but not bad spirits, and beside him were two farmers, one tall and one short, holding a meteor hammer and a cage.

God knows how these three guys got mixed up, presumably the magic of wine.

they shouted.

"Oh hoo, frogman."

"You wait to die, I, Master Huonuo, will behead your head and use it for drinking."

"And our two brothers!"

The frogman yelled in fear. "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I have one thing, let the lord add an official to you!"

In fact, there are quite a lot of such stories in Bretonnia. Elves, beasts, or magicians tell brave soldiers or knights that there is evil or treasures there.

The three idiots had obviously put themselves into it, and immediately changed the tone they thought was "noble".

"Oh, you beast, why didn't you say earlier, where is the gold buried?"

"Let us take it quickly, in exchange for your life!"

The frogman's expressionless face is not very good. Why don't you use the gold coins for yourself and save your life?

He just kept yelling. "Marienburg's fleet is coming, inform Lord Roel that it's Elena's news!"

"If you say so, it is guaranteed to be able to flourish!"

The three live treasures looked left and right, and then laughed. "Everyone knows that there are only merchants in Marienburg. Why do petty thieves have fleets and ships!"

"I'd better cut off your head and exchange it for wine money!"

Brother Tall and Short said. "We have other ideas, maybe more profitable, come and try!"

In short, the three of them raised their hands, took out their stuff, and a miserable scream echoed on the plains of Bordeaux. The most regrettable thing in this poor frog's life was doing this job, and now he can no longer do it. finished…

(End of this chapter)