Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 194 Scared Musilon

The huge size of the huge ship is astonishing. The five battleships that Marienburg is proud of are also children in front of her. When Baron Henrik in the castle in the distance saw that monster-level thing, he immediately judged , the Bretonnians are mad.

He knew very well that this thing was undoubtedly useless, not fast enough, not safe enough, and its combat effectiveness would be delayed due to its huge body, but he quickly realized that this thing was not a battleship, but a colonial ship!
"Crazy, all crazy! What are they going to do?" Baron Henrik felt that he might have a brain problem today. How could he think that the Bretonnians were going to make history?

And he was not the only one who felt this way, whether it was the Garamond knight who came all the way to attend the opening ceremony, or his old friend Nok, or Miss Alimala who knew the ins and outs, they were all surprised.

When the giant ship stopped at the port, Nok took Alimara on board quickly, and they felt their hearts beating faster. This huge thing cannot be made by humans!
For example, the keel of the core of the ship, how can there be such a big tree in this world?

Unless the wood is from...

Nock looked at the ship, walked on the deck, and suddenly thought of something.

"You...you put the fairy forest..."

Roelby made a shh gesture. "Unspeakable."

Nock sighed. "You made an ark!"

Roel nodded, this is indeed the ark of human hope, and, if it weren't for the terrifyingly superior natural environment of the Warhammer World, he would not be able to find such a large keel, and the towering huge trees would have cost him both acquisition and processing. Huge amount.

Miss Alimara doesn't know that much, but her little head is not stupid, and she still can't believe it, even if she follows the master step by step, the miracles and difficulties encountered are so many that any Batoni The Asians were dumbfounded.

How many miracles has a woman, a farmer, performed that a knight could not achieve in his lifetime?

Excited at the moment, with a blushing face, she hugged Roel who was looking at the residents below on the deck. Roel was suddenly hugged behind, feeling a bit of warmth and softness.

"Master, you are amazing!" the girl said, leaning on her back, feeling the warmth and reliability.

"Hey, there's someone down here..."

Roel's words made Alimara's excitement dissipate in an instant, and she blushed. "Did anyone see it?"

Roel nodded. "Fortunately, she is big enough."

Noke watched from the side. As the Holy Grail Knight, he had many admirers, and it was definitely not uncommon for someone to fall in love with him, but he felt that Roel seemed a little too stupid?
No, this kid is running away, what is he refusing?
As Roel's rare friend, at least a comrade in arms, he quickly realized that something was wrong, and then he began to think.

If he is not interested in Alimara, it means that he knows a girl he likes more. This is also Roel's character. This guy is a bit stubborn, no, especially stubborn.

Nock thought of some elf.

"Oh~ it's almost there." He sighed, the longevity of immortals is destined to be a tragedy.

But he doesn't deny it, it's quite romantic!

Roel passed by him and said something. "What are you thinking?"

Nok returned subconsciously. "I'm thinking about the future, what are you doing with such a big battleship, like letting the Bretonnians colonize other places?"

Roel nodded. "How did you guess that?"

Nock replied. "You are obsessed with the land."

Roel scolded. "I don't need an evaluation from someone who singled out my ancestors to regain my hometown. I am very obsessed with the land. Such bullshit, who killed my grandpa Zuzuzuzuzuzuzu!?"

With a dark face, Nok punched Roel in the stomach so hard that he almost spilled out the dumplings. "You bastard, I like Grandset Knight very much, don't insult him."

Roel clutched his stomach. "Damn, I want to form an army, I haven't finished my military list yet, you get those gunmen, mercenaries, all up..."

"I'm going to lie down..."

Nock shook his head. "You must have been able to hide just now, you did it on purpose, bastard, well, I'll plug people."

Roel clutched his stomach and walked to the cabin. When he closed the door, he stood up immediately. He just wanted to be lazy. How could he do that in a small way.

Then I stretched out and went to find a bed to sleep in!
Nock got the so-called "military list" from the clerk, he didn't quite understand why the roster was called the military list, and the number of people and... points were marked on the back of the unit?Supply points?What kind of concrete troop demand is this?
Noke was stunned, he really had an extra insignificant thing, he knew that he had returned to the territory.

"That, what, the long-handled bayonet and musket battle group... I'm so fucking awkward, who named it?"

replied the Captain of the Musketeers. "It's Lord Lord."

"Okay, you get on board!" Nock replied, and then looked at the next team.

"Hell whirlwind bombardment combat team, who is it?"

A battalion of mortar artillery came aboard.

Noke muttered with ashes on his face. "Bretonian Fengruike Custodian, where is the knight's anti-armor combat support team?"

A team of peasants boarded the boat.

Nock felt top-heavy, because he had already seen the so-called "Bartoni Fengrik Custodian", that is, the knights he brought!
Well, support group, farmers!farmers!
He took a deep breath and continued reading.

Until Alimara behind her covered her mouth and snickered. "Master Nuoke, I have a normal military watch here, use it."

Nock took it and looked at the content above.

Artillery, Gunners, Knights, Peasants, Greatswordsmen, Spearmen, clearly...

"Fuck!"

Arimara couldn't help being a little envious looking at this situation, she also wanted to be teased like this, and she also thought that Roel was cute like this, but Nock knew what she thought, and would probably comment, "The eye of the beholder" Out of Shih Tzu...

When the battleship moved slowly, everything in the territory was handed over to those officials who were unwilling to delegate power to Roel before, but the defeat of the Duke of Musilon is more important now, and the time agreed with Elena is approaching. Can only attack quickly.

A huge warship was rampant on the shore of Bretonnia, surrounded by five warships, whether it was a merchant ship or the fleet of other lords, they couldn't help cursing when they saw that huge thing. "What the fuck am I? Make a detour, don't run into it!"

Waking up, Roel stood on the deck with his hips crossed, watching himself gradually approaching the land of Musilon, and the ground turned into black soil...

The evil lords of Musilon have also received news that they are suffering from the resurrection of Duke Meroving and the war with the Bat Wolf "Old Man". At this moment, a Bordro bomb is coming!
It's numb!
　About the fact that the wood elves set off a wild hunt in Carcassonne and the Bordereaux people?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)