Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 211 Insider's Haze

Since the Duke's words made Roel feel bad, his interest in dinner has also weakened a lot. When he thought about the existence of Tzeentch's contribution to the incident, he suddenly realized how he should face the situation. situations that may arise.

Perhaps those closest to him have been replaced by change spirits?But in any case, the fewer people who know about this matter, the better. The Duke's judgment is very accurate, and the development of the matter makes him uneasy.

He thought of the large number of peasants who followed his team when he entered the city, and now that he recalled, their faces might not necessarily look gentle.

And the Duke revealed a name to Roel at the end of the banquet, the village of Instern.

Roel, who was walking on Colony Street, did not tell his friends that he had come out. The relationship with Tzeentch made him a little suspicious, but soon he realized that maybe the Duke himself could not be trusted, but If you think about it like this, things will only get worse.

But he still decided to let his guards follow him. They are weak and strong enough. They are weak because they cannot change anything individually, and they are strong because the entire team of guards can destroy everything!
After he arranged his guards, he chose to attack. He had to try, even if the information given by the Duke was false, he had to believe it.

When he bravely walked to the coachman waiting for the guests.

"Insider, are you going?"

The coachman changed his face, thought for a long time, and then answered the method that he never told Roel.

"You... oh." He took the copper coin and sighed, as if he didn't like to talk about it.

But there is no vitality in it, unlike other places in Bretonnia, there are no playful children, busy adults, production tools are randomly placed outside, and the doors of every house are closed.

"After that, a plague broke out there. I heard that it came from the empire. Many people died. After that, I was lonely, and no one was fishing."

He got out of the carriage and heard the driver's squeak and squeak of the carriage, as if it would break apart anytime and anywhere, and disperse into a mess of broken copper and iron. In the dense fog, the distant carriage gradually became blurred, and finally in Luoyang. In El's eyes, it probably looked like a metal bird.

"If there is no problem, the car leaves from the square, in front of Harder's drug store, if he is not off work. But the car looks like a pile of scrap metal, and I have never been in it anyway."

Therefore, Roel used his own wallet to ask the coachman to tell him more information about Instern.In this regard, the coachman was very cautious, and his tone was a little erratic, which felt a little exaggerated.

"At least it was a very good city before the war before the last Greenskin invasion, but more than 100 years have passed, and this place has long since declined."

But in general, the result is still good. Roel followed the old groom's guidance and walked into the dilapidated carriage. When he came to the opposite side of the pharmacy, the groom from Instern also showed up in front of him. , his face is thin and weak, the carriage is dilapidated, his clothes are mended, and he is hanging a pipe, neither horse nor man has the slightest strength.

The buildings here are even more old and unrepaired. Every household has their doors and windows closed, but they cannot avoid being dilapidated. Some people's mansions will still deliberately decorate their windows with vines, rags, and bird feathers. .

"Just like the real thing, isn't it?"

He opened his mouth slowly, "That's a very weird town, just near the main road of the Sete River. It used to be a decent city."

He said so in a hoarse voice, like the sound of chalk being rubbed across a blackboard.

"It is also said that, a hundred years ago, near the forest there, some kind of devil's worship and terrible sacrifices were discovered. But I am a man from Lyones, and I don't care about such rumors at all. .”

Thinking of this, the driver's expression was a little regretful. After all, there are very few cities in Bretonnia, and each one is the honor of the territory.

"The surface of the Misty Stone is undulating, very uneven, and often filled with smoke. When the smoke is not thick, it can make people feel that it can be 500 meters above the horizon. In the past, when other people passed by that place, hunters who hunted In order to avoid it, we would rather take a long detour than approach it."

The old groom was chattering, but the information was very useful. Roel couldn't help but feel that he should not cultivate scouts, but chose to use a few grooms.

He frantically tore apart the scripture in his hand, splashing a large number of pages, dozens of adults frantically grabbed those things, and one page was followed by the evil wind, and the cold wind blew to Roel In his hand, he opened the piece of paper curiously, and there was a sentence written on it.

And when Roel saw the rutted road ahead along the tall and desolate peaks to the sky, he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of unease.

"I even wonder how this route can continue to operate. The fare is already very cheap, but I have never seen more than two or three people on the bus. Only the locals of Instern can sit, and people from other places I wouldn't take this car at all."

When climbing to a high place and going down, Roel noticed a terrible thing the size of a house at the top, a dark stone, and he subconsciously thought of the story the groom told, but it was definitely not 500 meters, at most only ten meters , but it could also be that the fog obscures most of the truth.

It was as if the wagon he was in was going to dive all the way down, and finally break away from the normal world of Bretonnia completely, and finally merge with the mysterious place and the unknown mystery in it.

I could hear some hesitation in his words. "However, people here generally don't want to take that car, because it goes to Innstern, I don't know if you've heard of that place there, and everyone doesn't want to take this route."

When I looked at him, I saw that the back of his head, like his face, was pretty much hairless except for a few small patches of yellow hair scattered across a rough gray scalp.

"Because of this, hunters never go hunting by the side of Stearn Town. However, it is said that the first generation of Captain Marsh would occasionally climb up the Misty Stone at night. Therefore, those hunters are extremely disgusted with the captain. "

When the carriage stopped and descended, the place Roel saw was not necessarily a sinister hell, but covered in mist, from one corner to the other, just a fishing village along the river.

he asked again. "What happened there and why did everyone..."

"But in my opinion, Marsh's 'hybrid' sons and grandchildren look just like anyone else, and I've had them pointed out to me, but speaking of which, I haven't really seen much of them lately Marsh and his eldest son."

"That's how they always treat foreigners, people here and around always try to hide their peasant blood."

"However, speaking of the alchemy room, it was quite big in the past. The alchemist is Marsh, and it should be richer than the merchants in Le Angoulang."

Kill Duke Mousillon, our guest, our enemy...

Once or twice, Roel saw gaunt-faced men languidly tilling barren fields, or cutting raw meat in a rotten-smelling butcher's shop.

"From the gift of God the Father, I am equal to this, my flesh, my reason, my consciousness, my gold, my wife, my sons, all are the Lord's property, from the nine chimes of the bell, all things are allowed, my Lord's grace. "

I also saw groups of monkey-like children covered in dirt playing near the weedy doorstep.

The groom answered immediately. "Why does everyone hate Instern? Actually, I'm not from Colonia, but I guess they've been talking about Instern for a long time, although mostly They only dare to whisper it in private, and I think they are actually terrified to death."

Soon the carriage gradually climbed up a plain and passed through a forest. There is rarely such a dense forest in Cologne, and it may also be because there are few people here. In the fog that keeps gathering, there seems to be a dark shadow looming outside.

"I suppose there are more vacant houses than there are people living there, and there's nothing worth mentioning about it except fishing."

But I don't know why, these people seem to be more disturbing than those gloomy buildings, almost everyone has some kind of weird face or behavior, which makes him feel disgusted instinctively, but he can't be sure why, and he can't understand This feeling.

The smell of the moist land in the mountains and forests seemed to carry an ominous taste, and the stiff back of the driver and his narrow head began to become more and more hateful.

Roel handed over the coins. At this moment, he wondered if it would be better to take Nock with him. Although he brought his own guards, but only about Tzeentch, he needed to be more vigilant about things from around him.

Roel was already thinking about it, and it was obvious that the biggest doubt was there.

"But Marsh is a weird old guy. He seems to have taken root at home. He has never been seen out. I heard that he got a skin disease in his later years, or some part of his body was disabled. Anyway, he doesn't want to go out to see him. people."

As the carriage kept moving forward, there were deserted farmlands beside the road, fences and fences were seldom taken care of, farmers and passers-by were getting fewer and fewer, and the atmosphere gradually became terrifying. A little fog filled the air, which was rare in Fog rises in the evening.

"It is said that sometimes there will be many devils appearing on the Misty Stone. They will stay near some places on the top of the reef, sometimes sitting lazily by the side, and sometimes running around in the forest."

"Everyone is here now. Colony may be doing business in Le Angoulang. In the past, there were many textile factories operating there, but they are all closed now. Today, only one alchemy room is still barely operating."

At that time, Roel felt that there must be something unusual in the village of Instern, which made people in the surrounding area reluctant to approach it, and this deserved more attention from outsiders.

The man said nothing, just pointed to the price tag on his car, two coppers at a time, and seemed to know that Roel was going to take the car, instead of asking for directions or anything.

Roel walked into the middle of the village, and the place became a little popular, but its gathering place was not a noisy market with many people, but a church dedicated to an unknown god at the end of those stretched bluestone roads, The Gothic-style decoration, the dark walls, and the black-clothed priest standing on the bulletin board in front of the church, carrying the oracle on the bustling surface, proclaimed the declaration of God.

This was the first time Roel heard about the village shrouded in terrible haze. He never thought that such a place that had never been recorded on the map would arouse Roel's great interest in visiting, and the coachman's The evasive words even aroused his curiosity to go there to find out.

"The man who started the shop was Captain Aubey Marsh, Marsh's grandfather. Marsh's mother was probably a foreigner, because some say she came from some small island in the southern ocean. Fifty years ago, part of When the locals heard that the Marsh family was going to marry a foreign woman, there was a riot."

Maybe he was a little nervous, but things didn't seem to get any better as the carriage passed through those Cologne villages, cities, growing bushes, weeds, and bumps on untended roads.

The groom kept silent again. If he hadn't needed to rely on his carriage to reach his destination, Roel would have just killed the Riddler.

"A man from the village of Innstern named Sarkin was running the line, but I guess he never got any business here or anywhere else."

Then Roel felt a sudden tingling pain in his hand, and the strange piece of paper turned into a human face, and then it burned. In the end, only dozens of villagers came towards him like monsters, and dozens of villagers approached him behind him. He was caught in the main road of the village.

Weeds grew in the farmland, and the fishing boat was already dilapidated. When the carriage stopped, the coachman spoke in a hoarse voice, telling the guests that they had reached their destination, and Roel realized that he had arrived here.

But his guards in the forest still followed, and the faint color of the dress still reassured him that the carriage was not fast, so they would not be lost.

Roel quickly answered. "What is the same as the real thing."

he continued. "Now there are almost no carriages passing by there, and the Duke of Colony's patrol does not pass there at all, and the guards of the local lord knights stopped a few years ago."

"I think you could take that old wagon."

The crumbling buildings and foundation walls, messy things and barren fields, the situation caused by the great plague from the empire seemed to reappear in front of Roel, and the groom said something mysteriously at this moment.

"If you listened to the stories they talked about, some of them would even make you laugh. For example, they said that the old captain made some shady deals with the devil, brought many demons out of hell, and let these demons Live in the town of Innstern."

When Roel walked into the village, he was quickly attracted by the smell of rotten meat. He often tasted such a smell on the battlefield. It was a unique feeling only when the corpse was burnt and a little rotten.

"However, you can ask some elders about the story that happened on the black stone in the forest. The elders call it the Misty Stone."

Roel thought for a while, and he had to evaluate that the B grid of the Chaos Invasion this time was much taller than the last one, and then he shot the strange priest's head and shouted.

"Brothers, let's kill!"

Numerous guards rolled out from the distance of the village, and the sound of bright black powder burst out, leaving only puffs of smoke.

　That's right, I'm imitating that Cthulhu masterpiece, The Haze of Innsmouth

　　
　
(End of this chapter)