Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 213 Feathered Serpent God?No wonder!
The two quickly became close friends who talked about everything. They cut open venison and discussed many histories about the medieval world while eating dinner. This is no secret to many senior races in the Middle Ages.

But for human beings, Roel's words are like a brand new world. The old Mato also told the whole world he knew. The interesting thing is that Mato has no mistakes in the history of the Middle Ages. The span of years is really too long for human civilization.

This also expresses the knowledge that Mato may have been passed down by the lizardmen, but Roel could not speculate why the lizardmen treated a Bretonnian adventurer in this way. It is also difficult to find the cities where lizardmen can be found in China.

But Mato still didn't fully tell Roel without estimation. Although the history was too vague for him and had no reference value, he still listened to the old man's lonely words with great interest as a bystander.

He knew very well that in Bretonnia, being smart and knowledgeable is probably equivalent to being crazy and reckless. Even though he relied on so many things to climb to his current high position, many dukes still used magic on Roel, human hearts, and endowed peasants. Entitlement has no small opinion.

But you must not think that this world is a world where civilization is backward and you will be beaten. Beastmen and wilderness greenskins can't even make iron, but their horror is still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

This is Warhammer. To a large extent, the level of civilization cannot determine combat effectiveness.

But old Mato still feels sorry for the experience of the dwarves, full of wonders about the lizards, disgusted with the gods of chaos, but he is hostile to the Bretonnians, although he is still in Bretonnia under the command of the Feathered Serpent God. Transforming the mist stone to defend against demons, but unable to resolve his loneliness and loneliness.

Now that he met a bosom friend, he told Roel a story, a story of a caveman.

In ancient times, there was a group of cave dwellers. They never left the dark and terrifying cave, and never saw light. For treasures and gods.

But one day, someone left the cave, climbed out of that terrible place, and saw the endless wilderness and sunshine. He returned to the cave excitedly and told what happened to him, but those people said he was a heretic, a devil, and a psychopath.

He can only try to integrate into the group, but he has not forgotten the light, and he will leave the cave regularly, worship the sun and the plain, and pick fruits and fresh meat.

It's just that in the eyes of those people, such an act is still a terrifying act of a demon...

Old Mato meant that he was the one who had seen the light, but it was interesting to say that such a "wise man" didn't know Roel, the Duke of Musillon, and he didn't even know what Bretonnia is like today. It seems that he is still curled up in his own story.

In Roel's eyes, it's almost like seeing a bonfire and being pretentious, but he doesn't hate Mato. Maybe he himself only sees a narrow light and thinks he is omniscient. In any case, arrogance is the biggest problem , as an ordinary person can, but the lord must not be arrogant.

He is still very interested, but it is not about the state of spectators, but he wants to understand how people in this world view the story of Warhammer.

Of course, this is not a very interesting thing, but Roel can still find the slightest resonance.

Time passed like the passing of time, and night came, but the sleepiness was coming, and the old man still couldn't hold back. After chattering about the glory of Sigma's establishment of the empire, he went to bed numbly.

Roel rubbed his shoulders, listening to people talking about books is quite interesting, but what he really cares about is not those things but...

He wandered out of the house, maybe he was overthinking, walking alone in the dark night is extremely dangerous in theory, but the system has given him a powerful night vision ability, the dark forest is like day in his eyes, but Those damn fogs are even more annoying.

Because this incident involved demons, Roel immediately dismissed the mortal troops. They had already proved that they could only be dragged down before the destructive power of Chaos, and that was the reality.

It wasn't anyone's fault, but it wasn't the demons he'd gone into the forest at night, it was something he'd noticed during the day.

Maybe he was overthinking, but Feathered Serpent has feathers, and so does Tzeentch, and the image of the Misty Stone is facing the nine o'clock direction.

Roel, who has researched magic power, also knows very well that chaos magic cannot be sucked clean, even if it is a maelstrom. The prosperity of the Middle Ages is also shaped by the eight winds. The power of chaos penetrates into the bone marrow of the Middle Ages like a toxin, and it is possible to control the magic power like this. There is only one existence, no, four!
That's the Chaos Gods...

A bad premonition grew in Roel's heart, and his sixth sense was sometimes as accurate as anything. Unfortunately, old Mato's beliefs might be based on lies.

The so-called Tzeentch is [-]% composed of half truth, one third improvement, and two thirds deception. His existence is to make the world unstable and change.

Instilling seemingly good ideas into human beings, causing him to go crazy, and causing an immeasurable impact on Bretonnia, is just a normal operation for the Lord of Change.

I'm sorry Mato, but the forces of chaos have clearly invaded here.

Roel walked to the Misty Stone and felt the magical power inside with his heart. His fingers stuck to it and his skin touched it, making it all more natural and appropriate.

After a while, he felt the obstacle, it was the rocks that hindered his detection, but dead things are dead after all, after a short change of consciousness, the detection was like a key inserted into a lock, and then sweat dripped from Roel's forehead , that is scorching magic power like the light of a star, pure chaotic magic power.

Afterwards, that feeling touched Roel's mental strength, he felt it, it was...

It was a light blue forest, where the distorted sky had no physical laws, and countless souls without bodies were playing and playing in it. The huge castle in the distance was constructed with gestures that humans could not understand, with particle size distribution and sharp edges and corners. Round and smooth?

Roel didn't know how to describe it, but he knew very well that it wasn't about collecting magic power to prevent demons from appearing, but that it had become stronger and stronger in the protection of the Mato family for decades to break through the Chaos Demon Realm and the demon realm. Realistic portal.

Roel quickly began to understand the situation. First of all, the small village was just deceiving. During this time, the portal reached its final stage. The Lord of Changes designed this small plan for safety reasons.

If a knight comes here and encounters a demon, he will definitely be defeated, and then the patrolling Mato will appear to save the knight. Even if the knights don't like Mato's character, they will not dare to deal with it because of the old man's rhetoric and the fact that the demon is blocked. Heretic gods pass judgment.

It can be said that such a plan is not a problem in Bretonnia. Even in the Empire, non-extreme witch hunters will choose to avoid the important and take the light...

I have to say that such a plan is bold and terrifying. If Roel hadn't been familiar with the lizardman's extreme xenophobia and familiarity with magic, he might have been kept in the dark, believing that the so-called Mato had seen the sun people.

In the end, what Mato saw was not the sun, but a flaming dimensional stone. This thing will only lead to fatal disasters. People in the cave will be mutated, distorted, and killed by the chaotic energy.

And the Mato family, who call themselves Prometheus, will become all accomplices.

Roel thought so, but his "gaze" composed of soul and magic perception was locked by a "force". He saw that thing, not an unconscious soul or a distorted space, but a neatly All together, the monster legion that is queuing up.

The Horrors he knew made up the basic infantry, twisted things in pink and blue, with grotesque cheeks attached to their bodies so that it was impossible to tell which was the body and which was the face.

Terrifying twisted "birds" circle the sky, and Screamers are shimmering sky sharks who ride the wind of magic as birds fly on it.

They don't have a very clear consciousness, and their actions are based on a strong hunting instinct.In Chaos, they swim on the tide of magic, hunting the dark souls of mortals, Chaos Avengers and short-lived ghosts with magical powers.

Even when a group of Screamers sniffs the dark side of mortals, they relentlessly and resolutely hunt their prey across the immaterial planes that make up Chaos.

After the mortal prey are captured by the Screamer, they are torn to shreds in the blink of an eye, and those shards of soul, soft as silk, are offered to Tzeentch by the Screamer.

Those grotesque and shining fire demons, or the arsonists of Tzeentch, the holders of the real fire, candle monsters, but no matter how they are called, they will definitely reflect the violent nature of the fire demons.

Fire demons have a cone-shaped headless body with two long arms that seem to be strapped on top of it, making them dull and clumsy, but they are definitely deadly things.

There are also several fearsome demon spellcasters, the blue scribes, whose life task is to learn and record every spell discovered.

Although they have a domineering personality and a blue scary appearance, they are more rational than other demons, and can recite many spells that mortals cannot control.

And the behind-the-scenes mastermind who "locked" Roel's vision is even more frightening, the Master Attendant of Xin Lie Zhishen.Guardian of destiny.The mocker of fate.

Carlos the Weaver of Destiny, the demon crawling out of the well of fate, Tzeentch's right-hand man, the terrible chaos magician, and the Great Demon.

Both of his heads are "looking" at Roel at this moment. Behind his body is an illusory shadow, which cannot be seen clearly, but Roel can feel familiar.

The Great Demon waved his staff, a staff composed of rune magic books inlaid with gold rims, and the things recorded on it would lose their souls just by looking at them.

The powerful repulsive force pushed away Roel's "gaze" In the trembling weakness that could not be restrained, Roel looked at the evil mist stone, he had to do it...

But will the Chaos Demons be so easily left unresolved?
Roel picked up his own bomb, black powder can destroy this structure, as long as there is a little crack, a lot of chaotic magic power will be concurrent, tens of kilometers here will turn into a terrible hell where you can't live in thousands of years, but compared to chaos The armies invaded Bretonnia, and he had to choose.

Although there are still villages near here, there are hundreds of permanent residents, and there are lush scenery of forests.

Roel had to admit that he was not a good person, but for greater things, all sacrifices were worth it.

The fuse was ignited by the bomb, and smoke came out, surrounded by the thick atmosphere of death in the night. After a while, an arrow flew towards Roel. Roel touched it with a sharp feeling and avoided it, but the bomb deviated from it. Only blobs of dirt exploded next to rocks.

"Who is it?!" He looked at it from a distance, it was a sparkling kerosene lamp, the old man who had just talked with him at night trembled his weak body and shot an arrow, but at this moment he was too weak to see , with red eyes, walking with a flail in hand.

"The Feathered Serpent God, he told me!"

"You are right, my family's honor, what are you doing!"

"You caveman!"

His violent attack, the belief of fanatics made him not care about his old and dilapidated body, and the gift of the Chaos Gods allowed him to expand his strength to be comparable to that of a knight champion, but facing one of the 13 Dukes of Bretonnia, it was not enough to look at .

Roel didn't even shoot, just swept the old man over with the butt of his gun, his ridiculous body rolled on the ground, his clothes were stained with the wrinkled skin on his chest and the painfully thin bones exposed without neat clothes. dirt...

"Don't be obsessed with it..." Roel was still kind, and he wanted to persuade him, but the army of death had already gathered there. There is no doubt that wasting every minute and every second is irresponsible to Bretonnia. As the Duke Roel shouldn't have asked, he should have killed that arrogant, self-proclaimed thing.

But Roel felt sympathetic to this poor actor, and he felt that he might be such a person too. The so-called success and honor were futile jokes when the system might also be a joke of the Chaos Gods.

Arrogant, self-important, and possibly stupid.

But Roel only knew that his gaze was still farther and more accurate than most people. Even if his actions might lead to even more terrifying nightmares thousands of years later, he should not be blamed for this, but the world!

The second bomb was ignited, and the black powder fell on the Misty Stone in an unbiased manner. There was a violent explosion, the old man's shouting, crying, choking, and the terrifying magic power that filled the entire forest.

The rich smell is suffocating and uncomfortable, and Roel, who has a lady and a system body, can guarantee that he will not mutate. The poor old man instantly turned into a chaotic egg in an unbelievable expression, and charged madly into the distance, and then Shot by Roel.

A mess, trees withered, life dead...

But the abnormality suddenly appeared, and Roel found something wrong with the fluctuation of magic power. In the other two directions in the distance, intense light soared into the sky, and countless demons' wicked smiles filled the air.

He understood one thing, it turns out that the Three Caves of the Cunning Rabbit can be used to describe demons...

(End of this chapter)