Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 187 Side Effects of Wind of Death
In the city of Poldero, in Roel's little paradise, in his room, there are messy books and a large number of bookcases. After learning magic and language, he loves knowledge more. He is not satisfied with Nagash's desire. Magic, also hope to study more things.

From the huge documents and experiences plundered from the Bretonnian Knight Wars, Roel can read the huge materials and experiences of the entire Middle Ages world without leaving home.

Although the information here is a drop in the bucket for Roel's traveler's knowledge, it is also one of his few pleasures in this world.

Then there are a lot of meetings, meetings, endless meetings, no rest, when Roel has been in the job for too long, tired of signing the final contract, a lot of things in the field, he is not at ease handing over to those The so-called officials are full of brains and fat intestines.

When he had too little time, worked too long, had too many things to do, and read too many books, his eyes were no longer clear and his fingers were weak, so he waved his hand, and the purple wind of magic came out of the doll and attached to his body. Physically, he was back to his best form.

This is the case with magic, the thing represented by the purple wind of death is time, and the real death mage is the era that can roughly control things, such as resurrecting the dead.

As long as the eight winds are still blowing on the mainland, he is a long-lived species, and in a certain way, he can also become a superman relying on the eight winds.

When he signed another contract, the oil lamp that had been burning for three days went out again, and he filled it up with ease, and then looked outside at the brightly lit city.

He didn't expect that it would be so difficult to protect one side, a lot of diplomacy, buying and selling, but every time he saw the wealth of his territory, he felt fulfilled.

If this city continues to exist, she will become a legend in the medieval world, recorded in the history of various races...

At this moment, Roel's mind suddenly thought uncontrollably about the City of Rats...

The great city created by the dwarves and humans is now just an underground poisonous swamp trampled by the ratmen...

A burst of heartache rolled over his heartache, stabbing pain, and soon he realized that magic is not a panacea, and one day, his emotions will be controlled by the eight winds, but that should be far beyond his normal lifespan.

At this moment, Ali Mara knocked on the door and came in, yes, knocked on the door, and then came in, they should not be that close, but Roel didn't care, his room basically didn't look like he was sleeping.

Alimara looked at the mess here, with her hips akimbo, books all over the floor, scattered lamp oil, contracts, contracts, and more things.

"God, how long have you lived in a place like this?" The last time she saw it wasn't this bad!

Roel picked up the black tea and took a sip, then sighed and rubbed his neck. "well enough?"

He is an otaku at heart, and recently he just crawled out of the war he is not used to. For him, this kind of life is quite comfortable, narrow, dry in the shade, and there are books and food.

"It's nothing, I think this kind of life is very good, by the way, what's the matter with you here?"

Miss Alimara naturally picked up the scattered books, reading in detail. "It's too bad, it's too bad, no one depends on him, he will be like this, the guy who gives up on himself..."

Then cough. "The guy from Marienburg disappeared on the high seas, and then the townspeople were in favor of renting fishing boats."

"For their homeland, they even feel that they can directly warn them without paying you."

Roel picked up a history book of the empire, turned over the dusty pages, and looked at the handwriting of Sigmar establishing the empire.

"I can't bear them, my precious citizens. This war will be composed entirely of knights and soldiers of the Skeleton King. Therefore, fishing boats are all consumption for us."

Alimara smiled wryly. "Is it borrowing a knife to kill again?"

Roel retorted. "So what, I will also go to the battlefield and kill the enemies who threaten me as always."

Alimara packed up her books and looked at the decadent Roel. "Are you really preparing for war like this?"

Roel nodded. "Know yourself, know your enemy, and win every battle, and win every battle, Abaddon."

Alimara rubbed her head. "Who is Abaddon?"

Roel said. "A strong man."

Ali Mara felt it too, his name was behind all victories.

"Okay, you pay attention, but, master...Compared with winning or not, I feel more..."

"The target of this battle is human beings. I haven't killed anyone...Can I not participate?"

Roel returned subconsciously. "No problem, of course no problem..."

Alimala nodded, turned around and left. Roel couldn't help but sigh that his apprentice is now a representative elected by the people, and his combat effectiveness is definitely not bad. Maybe one day his heir will be her...

Wait, I seem to be around her age?

Roel frowned, thinking that he still has the blessing of a lady, and probably the brunette will give it to the brunette.

He continued to read the book, and suddenly thought of what Ali Mara emphasized, that he wanted to kill people.

He suddenly discovered that during his travels, he had never really laid hands on anyone...

He thought about his memory, only defeating demons, green skins, undead, and even vampires time and time again, but killing people was still far away from him.

A sudden burst of angina, strong emotions continue to pervade, he wants to kill humans, humans... Such thoughts echoed in his mind, and soon turned into excitement, anticipation...

He held the book, but the thing blurred before his eyes, turning into a horrible human face...

He struggled to pick up the black tea on the seat, and wanted to take a sip to relieve this feeling, but found that he suddenly couldn't control his body.

He gasped. "Go away, go away!"

The whispers of chaos began to appear suddenly, he could hear the whispers of the Lord of Change, and he could see the scarlet monster on the brass throne.

At this moment, his arm suddenly flashed, and the warm light dispelled those hallucinations...

"Ha... ha... connected to the Chaos Demon Realm... did my emotions drive the magic wind in the doll?" He said to himself, and then he was extremely scared. When he realized that his war was against the same kind, then This feeling is hard to suppress!
Roel subconsciously looked at his waist, his "child", with a...smile?A trace of sweat trickled down his forehead.

He hurriedly wanted to pull out the evil creation, and Nagash's wisdom should not let him touch the evil magic!

But the puppet actually grabbed his waist firmly, sharp claws sprouted from under its body, passing through the cotton like vines.

monster!Roel realized that the two taels of minced meat he made the core had turned into a monster!

It is consciously corrupting its own soul!
He pulled out his gun and pointed at the thing, only to find that he couldn't shoot, his body was restrained by him...

He held the gun and raised the barrel to himself. It was the first time he saw the black hole. The cold sweat wet his back. The moment he pulled the trigger, the night passed and the evil moon fell. Roel suddenly felt that he could Event!
The monster seemed to have fallen asleep, and he would never see that kind of appearance and grotesque again. Roel immediately took it away and put it in the cage!
Go to the lady!Go to the lady!
(End of this chapter)