Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 22 Elena's Past
When Elena returned to the camp, the skeleton soldiers all over the ground had dispersed, so that Roel didn't have a good fight. After all, they were slow and weak, and they were very comfortable to fight.

But the sudden retreat after killing half of them made Roel very unhappy, while Elena looked at them and said with certainty. "His plan succeeded, and I alone could not find enough troops while delaying him."

"Are you satisfied? Playing with the skeletons here, and don't want to look at the distance?"

Elena became emotional for some reason, and Roel only felt that he was scolded head and face for no reason. "Elena, what's wrong with you, did you eat gunpowder?"

Elena wiped her cheeks, let the sea breeze calm her down a little, then said slowly. "The necromancer ran away, and he still has a team of black-armored corpse monsters..."

Hearing the black armor and the wight, Eustabe became interested, and he hurriedly asked Elena about the situation. After getting enough information and descriptions, Eustabe told a slightly scary story.

"The wights of that kind are called the Night Watch, and legend has it that under the cover of darkness the undead march across the cobbled streets to their destination. Farmers draw their shutters when the dead haunt them, and they call this phenomenon For "The Night Watch Comes."

"Under the guidance of the evil will of the necromancer, the undead army will only attack the designated target, or any enemy who dares to stand in the way. They once rushed into the tower of a marquis, killed the lord, and stuck his head in the On the spikes of his iron gate."

"This is how more than a dozen local nobles died."

Roel stopped what he was doing at this moment. This information is not available in Total War. Of course, he may have forgotten it, but the game is not the Warhammer Encyclopedia, and the Encyclopedia is not entirely the world...

He thought for a long time before asking a question.

"Would you like salt cod or salt venison?"

For Roel, it is better to prepare your own affairs well and think so much about the enemy in the dark.

And Eustabe didn't keep up with Roel's escape, and hesitated for a long time, only Elena answered directly. "Cod, I'm going to take a rest and send it to the sentry tower when it's ready."

Roel opened his mouth and came. "My lord, my lady."

When Miss Elf left, Eustabe was forced to choose venison, he complained. "Oh, your question is too sudden, everyone knows that Poldero's cod is delicious!"

Roel put bread and some sour berries into the soup. This kind of stew can remove the sour taste and thicken the bread crumbs. However, this bread is not soft and delicious, but a brick. It's white bread, but it's hard after a day.

Roel even had to pound a stone to get a piece off, and boiled it in a pot to increase the consistency.

It may be because the necromancers finished the corpses nearby, today's vigil was extraordinarily quiet and eerie, only the crackling of flames and the rustling of leaves.

Roel stirred the boiler, Eustabe asked curiously.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Just like I'm desperate, you have a reason, don't you?"

This sentence instead caused Roel to ask...

"It's for money, to join the lord's subordinates, and to live a different life."

He could only answer on paper, looking dry, but Eustabe asked. "But didn't a knight ask you to join before?"

Roel rubbed his chin. He had unknowingly become obsessed with such a day. Although it was precarious, the honor and freshness it brought was something he couldn't feel in his own world...

Perhaps the biggest commonality between this body and myself is the desire for adventure...

This answer made Eustabe laugh out loud. "My God, you shouldn't be a peasant at all, you may be suitable for the empire or become a nobleman, you are a born knight! Warrior!"

Roel kept denying it, he wasn't, he was just an ordinary person, he didn't think so much...

Sighing, he took out the cooked stew and handed it to Eustabe in a ceramic bowl, with a special order of brandy.

"Here you are, we have an appointment."

Eustabe hesitated for a moment. "Isn't it half a bottle?"

He just shoved the drink into this guy's hand. "No water, soldier, stick to your post, I'll deliver food to that young lady."

Eustabe took a sip of the stew, and then buried his head in drinking it. It tasted like an old hunter pointing at him in his head and cursing, my venison is the best in the old world!

And Roel climbed up the small ramp and walked to the vicinity of the sentry tower. No flames were lit here, and it seemed that there was no one there.

Roel was holding the steaming thick soup, but he heard ethereal singing. He looked up and saw that Elena was sitting on the top of the sentry tower with blond hair, her fair cheeks were shining with moonlight, she was beautiful .

"Spirit of the forest, gardener of the trees, across the mountains and across the seas."

"The wood spirit accepted this gift, dressed up Athel Loren, and sang under the stars, the ballad of hope."

"Durthur came from the roots of the oak, took away the Eternal Daughter, and brought the Wood Elves to Athel Loren..."

Roel applauded lightly at this moment, and Elena's cheeks flushed in fright, and she almost fell off the top of the sentry tower.

"Short-lived ghost! When were you there?"

Roel said. "Starting from the spirit of the forest, this is the story of the wood elves, and you are still singing this."

Elena was full of anger, and jumped off the sentry tower again, as light as a leaf, and seeing the stew brought by Roel again, her anger was half gone again.

"I am different from races like yours. We respect history."

Roel's mouth was mean too. "It's a lot like dwarves, you have a lot in common."

Elena immediately scolded. "Don't mention them!"

Then Elena picked up the soup and poured it down. After the cold wind, the temperature was just right.

"Hmm... You guys have become halflings?"

Roel sat aside. "How about I take that as a compliment?"

Elena hugged her chest. "as you like."

Seeing that her condition was much better, Roel said. "Everyone is having a hard time today, isn't it? Don't worry too much about it."

Elena blew up again, she scolded. "You don't understand what I've lost!"

Her long life made her calm down quickly. Due to the influence of the eight winds, the immortal species in the Warhammer World may be more easily manipulated by emotions than humans for a lot of time. Roel still does not blame her, nor fear her.

"Tell me about it, it will be much better, much better..."

Elena finished the stew and looked at Mr. Farmer in front of her. "You can't say it." Then he said slowly...

"That was before I left the forest..."

　The manuscript is gone, I can update it in the afternoon and I should write it out, it should be.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)