Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 198
In the cabin of the giant ship "Kingdom of Heaven", there was a constant sound of sucking, buzzing, buzzing.

This is not some evil thing showing its teeth and claws. Instead, the farmers who lost their homes due to the revival of the wind of death in Musilon are eating with their heads down.

Their bodies were mutated to some extent, but their minds were still clear, and they were still loyal to the knights. When the cauldron in the ship's cabin was hit again, the guards shouted.

"Come, come, is there anyone who hasn't eaten yet?"

I saw snow-white bones soaking in the pot, grease floating in the clear soup, and brown alkaline water surface time after time.

Unkempt people, disheveled people, and those who lacked food and clothing stepped forward one by one, and received a meal. The hot noodles were soaked in hot white soup, which made Karade lose his mind for a while.

Even he, who had lost his dignity and had his "backbone" broken, couldn't bear the aroma, so he went to get a bowl and a fork and asked for a portion.

The guards saw that he was big and round, at least he was the best among the refugees, so he gave him an extra share.

It wasn't until the noodles were warm and sweet that the knight felt that he should continue to live. He listened to the thought lessons designed by Roel here.

The guards drew comic strips for the convenience of the farmers. Each picture first explained who the owner of the giant ship was, and then introduced the structure of the giant ship. For example, the first floor is the Class A Square, the second floor is the commercial area, and the third The first floor is the living area.

The settlement of the refugees will provide materials for them to reclaim the wilderness on the outskirts. The nearby Beastmen have been defeated by the knights, and the range of the main guns of the battleship is the territory of Lord Roel.

In the territory, you need to get personal land according to the plan, and you can take care of the things in the land yourself. You can get a large piece of land for multiple people, or you can get a small piece of land alone, but how to manage the territory and what you want to do are all personal wishes.

Those who know how to forge iron, those who know how to cultivate farming, those who know nothing can contribute labor, and the older ones can be responsible for learning weaving or telling stories to those who are free.

The knight who had already lost hope listened with gusto, and subconsciously began to think about how he would use a three-acre of land here. He might open a gymnasium to teach people how to protect themselves...

And until Roel came to inspect the refugees, he did his duty.

He wanted to repay the kindness of the meal and night, so he took out his pocket, but found that his wallet had been lost in the fight.

He also thought that he could use his own armor as a mortgage, but found that the armor had been beaten to pieces by his younger brother Bertley. The armor that was already close-fitting now looked no different from the dirty sackcloth of a farmer.

He touched his waist, only his own sword blade was still valuable, although it was notched, it was still quite valuable.

He drew his sword across his face and knelt down on one knee. It didn't matter if he was as handsome and unrestrained as usual, but now he was unkempt and lunatic. Others would be shocked when they saw him. The guards were about to draw out their weapons and kill him The madman.

But Roel was well-informed after all, he rubbed the tip of his nose. "I have better ones, you keep them."

He could already see what the poor man in front of him was thinking, but he also asked curiously. "What did you do before, how do you have a sword to use? Is it the lord's guard? If you are interested, you can continue to serve as the guard on the ship."

Callard just felt like he was bathing in the spring breeze. Compared with Duke Meroving's insidiousness and terror, the lord in front of him was not only young and promising, but also extremely intelligent, and he was not ignorant of shipbuilding, let alone such a large barge A huge sum of five thousand gold coins is required.

And with such a huge scale, the resources required are by no means small.

He lived in a corner in Musilon, unexpectedly met such a person at this moment?
Callard saw the hope of letting his brother rest in peace, he said emphatically. "My lord, I am a knight, and I have met the revived Duke Meroving!"

"The armor he wore was of an old fashion, fluted and serrated with barbs on the edges, and his sword was a wicked male and female sword.

There is no complicated heraldic pattern on him, but a simple black lily, which is the ancient symbol of Mousilon. "

Roel's face changed, this description is accurate! "Go wash it up, take my family emblem to the command room of Squad A, and I will organize other lords to listen to your information."

Garrard nodded heavily...

Half an hour later, he wore new clothes and came to the conference room. All the Bordeaux knights were in Punnock, Alimara, and Roel stood at the C position, which was the most central place.

A huge strategic map was drawn on the table, and the logo of Bordereau and the family crests and flags of the major families were hung on the walls of the command room in turn.

The smell of wine and seriousness, although he was a little surprised that there was a woman here.

But Garrard could feel the fighting spirit and strength of the people present, as well as the feeling that can only be found in nobles.

The lords looked sideways at Garrard, and Garrard also slowly talked about his affairs.

When the introduction was over, people realized that the resurrection of Merovingian was a certainty, and Roel got the actual track of Merovingian activities for the first time, but he still didn't know where the Merovingian castle was.

To catch him?I'm afraid not... The current supply of the stronghold is not stable, and the war will only fall into a boundless war of attrition, and then be defeated.

Opposite is the Lord of the Undead...

After all, Roel didn't come here for Merovingian, but to keep the power of Bretonnia in its best state before the world is destroyed.

And if Merovingian attacks his team, he will inevitably fall into a passive position under the cover of the battleship, so he will not attack me either.

The thoughts in Roel's head are very clear, he wants to protect King Lawn, not become a hero, as long as Merovingian's next revenge against Bretonnia remains the most sensitive state and gradually swallow Musilon's territory That's what matters.

The knights were chirping at the moment, discussing how to attack Musilon's evil castle like birds, but Roel slapped the table.

"Don't attack, we need to wait for the Merovingians to attack Colony. The most important thing right now is to stand firm in Musilon."

Nock cursed. "Why do you value this place so much, what's so good about this barren land?"

Roel's heart tightened. What he valued was not the Merovingian army, but the powerful knight who would completely split Bretonnia, the "Viper" Maleborg.

"Believe me, the first thing he did when he regained his strength was to attack Colony, just like his evil plan a hundred years ago, to avenge the king of this generation. We just need to gain a firm foothold here, and then wait for time to go up the canal , use battleships to defeat the undead attacking the castle, and the victory must be ours."

"The victory I'm talking about is so far away that it may not happen, but this is what the lady told me. If you don't want to believe it, I can support any of you to attack Merovingian."

The knights were silent, and Galad was also silent. He has no strength to defeat the mighty Merovingian, even his younger brother, Bertley.

He looked at Nok Knight. "My lord, I agree with Lord Roel's judgment. The time to kill that monster has not yet come."

"I would like to ask you... to teach me swordsmanship. When I improve my skills, I will find and infiltrate the Merovingian castle and provide you with information!"

The people were moved by his courage. Noke was a straight-tempered person, so he agreed repeatedly and took him away. The lords quickly went to their own business.

There are only two people left in the huge command room, Alimara and Roel.

Although Alimara didn't say a word during the meeting, she could see what her master was thinking about.

"Don't shoot? Isn't that your style?"

Roel replied. "I said I can see fate, do you believe it? He will die on the battlefield only if the decisive battle between King Lawn and Merovingian goes ahead as scheduled."

"It was an inevitable outcome, because he had such a destiny."

Alimara only felt that what Roel said was a bit incomprehensible. "It was my destiny to be a peasant woman, and you pulled me out, and now I'm a farmer's representative, hunter, and most beautiful lady."

Roel shook his head. "It's different."

Ali Mara said. "It's the same."

Roel rubbed his head. "Okay, I'll go out for a walk, how about the dwarf wheat planting technology I bought for thousands of gold coins?"

Alimara nodded. "It's hard to imitate, but the bottom layer of the boathouse is already doing it experimentally, but the method of not relying on the river to replenish fresh water won't last long."

Roel said. "It's okay, the ship will not leave the land during this time, but the experiment must be successful, which is the lifeblood of the territory."

After he finished speaking, he felt a headache again. Dwarves are very capable of cultivating crops in the mountains, but their population is not that large. A clan of hundreds of people only needs a small acre of land to use, but it is not so much for humans. alright.

He has tried modifications, such as similar farming inside the ship to relieve food pressure, and can only hope to succeed.

Even if his guards can rely on the system to reduce a large amount of food intake, they cannot meet the daily needs of ordinary people unless they are all soldiers.

But he still has no regrets, because such technology will one day become the foundation of four-season farming in the medieval world. Enough food can improve people's satisfaction and truly weaken the power of the four gods who live with extreme emotions.

It can be said that if there is no problem with such a technology, it is probably the heaviest attack humans have made against the Chaos Gods.

But Roel does not guarantee that it will not have accidents, such as suddenly starting to mutate, or the social changes it brings are huge, allowing Tzeentch to enjoy his city, but if you don't try, it won't change.

And Roel is such a contradiction now, he needs to use the most intense method to accumulate strength, and needs the development of the medieval world not to depart from the knowledge he has accumulated.

The consequence of this is that Roel, who is quite wild in many things, fell into hesitation.

In fact, he felt a little lucky when he knew that Merovingian would be resurrected, and things went according to his plan.

But is this good?He wasn't sure, as long as no one he knew suffered from Merovingian, he could allow that vampire to develop his power until he met his fate and was killed again by the Holy Grail Knight.

Roel walked out of the cabin hesitantly, thinking about how to play chess in the future, and looking forward to doing what he wanted together...

But at this moment in the swamp in the distance, Elena walked slowly to Musilon's territory with the support of the frogman. Her condition was extremely bad, and the curse of the frogman's life magic on her could not be recovered. Said that she felt that she was going back to the magic net.

Originally, she was quite energetic, but when the evil magic became resistant to the frogman's potion, the situation became worse and worse. Now it is entirely Lilith's blessing that she did not die due to Merovingian's curse.

But in the end, she staggered out of the frogman tribe, this relatively comfortable place, just to fulfill the agreement between a short-lived ghost and her, but she did not take back the blade as she estimated, and returned to the forest Say goodbye to short-lived ghosts.

Her blond hair that once shawl and drifted became pale due to the exhaustion of magic power and vitality, and her slender body became even more emaciated. Under such circumstances, the frogman elder finished the last dressing for her, and let the hunters in the clan take her The poor elf leaves.

Elder Frogman looked at the back of the far away, and his heart was already in pain. He only hoped that someone could end this terrible situation, end the curse of Musilon, end the possibility of the resurrected Duke instigating war, and the evil that is constantly blowing across the earth .

A few days later, Noke was sparring with Garrard in Class A of the giant ship. Their skills were very different. One was proficient in strength and the other was good at skills. The dazzling sparring continued, attracting the attention of passers-by.

Although Galad was strong, Nok was really strong in strength and physical strength, and soon he was tired, just like when he was dealing with Beltri, he fell into a disadvantage because of the weakness of human beings.

And it's not that he didn't ask another powerful person on the ship, Lord Roel, but his answer was only.

"Would you like to try a bomb?"

At this moment, Roel was leaning against the guardrail of Class A to watch their training, and sipped the fine wine smartly. He didn't understand why these knights believed in their own strength so much, and didn't try his powerful black powder.

Well, he lost his temper, and the reason is very simple, no man wants to play black powder with him, everyone thinks.

Hey, that guy is a knight with a sword, so cool!Then I went to Nok desperately...

"Reload, shoot, penetrate, destroy, how handsome it is." Roel said this, and he drank another half bottle of wine, his cheeks were a little red, and it has been almost three days since Garrard boarded the ship , the territory is still thriving, as if the news of Merovingian has no influence.

He looks at the requirements of new technology in the system, ruling Musilon...

In his head, he couldn't help but fantasize about what it would be like to be a duke, what it would be like to join the Royal Gathering of Bretonnia, what it would be like to save King Lawn on the battlefield...

Until an order from the guard broke Roel's huge fantasy, which was blowing in the sea breeze.

"My lord, Elena please see me!"

Roel put down his wine glass, his eyes were a little erratic, and he spit out a sentence for a long time. "There, take me there!"

And Miss Alimara was beside her, watching how her master was thinking from just now, and Roel's change when she heard the news.

Why is she a little heartbroken?

(End of this chapter)