Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 227 The First Confrontation, Marleburg's Surprise

On Musilon's road, weeds were overgrown, the trucks and horses were bumping, and the mercenary cursed. "God, gods above, no one builds roads?"

The guards in red uniforms and the soldiers with muskets were on the lookout for the nearby dense forest. They had encountered orcs and beastmen three or four times on the way, and there was still a lot of blood on the blades of the mercenaries.

"Stop complaining, hurry up and bring back the building materials the Duke needs."

The mercenary opened the leather wine bag and drank it, his cheeks were flushed, his big feather hat and the damn imperial emblem, and the things inlaid on the hat all represented his identity.

And he is not very old, and his skills are probably not bad. Those who can come to Bretonnia to do work will definitely not be weak.

"Everyone, everyone said that."

"Me, my...parents too, work harder, look at me, I was kicked out by the army, the bulls of Otterste became mercenaries~"

"Guard, you should also be careful. Maybe one day you offend your boss and you will be like me. By the way, your musket is not your own. How can your own weapon be so well polished and maintained? .”

"Who is in charge of your armory, he must be a good guy from the Imperial Gun Academy."

The guard was a little speechless, he had far better militarized training than this bastard. "Shut up, Marcus, why are you complaining so much?"

"My lord duke didn't hire you to play tricks on you."

Marcus, that's Marcus, he returned to his hometown, this damned place, he was just expelled from the empire for offending his boss, and now wandering around in the mainland, he came to Rickland, where he was introduced by a businessman. Leave your current job.

But he was still dissatisfied, not very happy, just because Bretonnia discriminated against the imperial people and the nobles called him a peasant, the dilapidated roads, the bad missions, and the slightly rotten food stewed with spices.

He ate better in the Provincial Legion than now!

"It's just the two of us working, we really deserve a raise!"

"I have to apply for a few Ricks to get gold coins, I miss the head of Emperor Karl so much!"

On the carriage, the disheveled hunter buttoned his nose. "I, Vincent, promise that if you arrive at the port of Heaven, you won't want any gold coins from Emperor Karl."

Marcus was a little speechless. "Why, because of your Bretonnian pride?"

Vincent said it directly. "The gold content of the gold coins minted by our duke is 9.9%, and that of Rickland is 9%."

"Although the purchasing power is the same, if it depreciates, who will get rich?"

Marcus immediately shut up. "Duke Roel is truly an amazing lord, and I naturally admire him."

the guard scolded. "Love gold, don't you, stupid Imperial."

Marcus took out his greatsword. "Keep your mouth clean, Duke's dog."

The two men were at war, and Vincent yelled. "Enemy attack!"

A sharp arrow flew out of the forest and pierced into the body of the timber truck. The horse screamed. Marcus immediately took out the shield to protect the horse. He didn't want to wait to pull it back by himself.

He cursed. "You Bretonnia are so weird, how can someone rob wood!"

He instantly recognized that the arrows were definitely not made by beastmen or green leather, but made by real humans, and knights in black armor appeared one after another in the forest.

Vincent huddled beside the van. "It's tricky, the idea is tricky, I thought this task was easy!"

"Bunker!" The guards hid behind the car, took out their muskets and sprayed flames, and the number of enemies was countless, starting with 10 people, although their combat effectiveness is higher, but 3 enemies 10?Do not make jokes!
"Bastard!" The guard touched the bomb on his waist, which was their only hope of survival.

"Marcus, protect the horses!"

"Vincent, use your bow and arrow!"

Marcus replied. "Bastard, I don't need your command!"

Vincent held a longbow and shot back at the knights, but his armor-piercing ability was not good. On the contrary, the musket could stably kill the enemy.

The knights are not stupid, they accurately find the person who threatens the most, draw out the blade, and approach quickly, the sound of armor clashing makes people irritated, the terrible combat power is about to be triggered, there is no doubt that those damn things will destroy all matter.

Marcus approached the knight sideways with his greatsword and slashed at it. A moment later, sparks flew in all directions. "Come on, let's deal with someone of the same level as you."

The knight didn't answer any words. A moment later, Marcus exerted strength with his arm, leaning upward against the weapon, cutting directly to the knight's throat, and even embedded it in the gap of the armor. The fully enclosed helmet was shaking constantly.

"Huh?" Marcus immediately felt that something was wrong, he kicked the knight away instantly, and the knight was also kicked over, the helmet fell to the ground, exposing the boned head.

"Corpse?"

Marcus couldn't understand, was it an attack from the dead?But actions such as archery can only be performed by humans...

He frowned, but when he saw the corpse monster get up and make a comeback, he could only defend tiredly, because this time, there were seven or eight of them!

Although the number of more than three would make the soldiers in the back unable to output, the corpse monster didn't care about accidental injuries at all, and countless sword blades attacked him!

"Damn!"

Marcus closed his eyes, and a moment later a huge roar echoed, it was a terrible movement, flying broken bones, iron skin scratched Marcus' cheek, he smelled black powder, and he was alive to inhale air.

"Tal..." He watched in disbelief that the corpse demon in front of him turned into powder, leaving only three beings that came from the back and came to the front, staggering forward.

Marcus panted heavily, buckshot and arrows flew out of his side to kill the last three monsters, after the blue flames in their eyes dissipated, they survived...

Marcus yelled. "I'm a ****, you group of ****, ****, ****,!"

The guard frowned. "My God, where do you know so many words like this?"

Marcus said. "If you had served in Ortes, you would have so much. I have seen that you can use swear words to complete daily conversations. You are still too young."

The guard replied. "You're not much older than me, and if it wasn't for my weapon, you would be dead!"

Marcus replied. "Gods, here we come again!"

Vincent said. "This is not a wild undead. You all know that corpses don't appear naturally, and they definitely don't know how to shoot arrows. Someone is controlling them, and they hope to use the dead to get away with it..."

"We need to inform the Duke of the situation. I have a hunch that things will get worse next?"

Vincent's premonition has always been accurate, and he survived in the demon-filled Cologne, but gods, he has not encountered many good things in his life, especially the demon invasion, which almost made him completely crazy up.

Marcus couldn't refute Vincent's words, and the guard fell silent.

"Let's go, the Duke needs the materials brought by our convoy..."

The three of them walked forward quickly, it was not easy to come to Musilon's most side territory, there were still a few days... It was far away, and the stew was unpalatable (Marcus's idea).

The truck was bumping and bumping on the road, and kept moving forward. It seemed that the territory in the distance would not reach the end point, and Duke Roel was flipping through various reports. The attacks of the undead suddenly became more complicated and multiplied. He doubted whether it was Those damned Necron Lords have treason in their hearts.

The moths of Musilon pretended to be ordinary human nobles, but Roel, who inherited Merovingian, naturally had the ability to dominate the damned dead, vampires, and they were also dissatisfied with the living as the king of this world.

The evil moon is getting closer and closer, and the magic power is expanding. It is difficult for those things to suppress their desires. If they plunder their own things unscrupulously, Roel can only make up his mind to kill those things.

Cleaning up the undead, he is definitely an expert.

Miss Alimara saw her teacher's expression change, she knew very well that she was the woman who knew his heart best, at least she felt so.

"I'll start arranging the logistics immediately so that the guards can attack at any time."

After Alimara finished speaking, she was about to leave. Roel breathed a sigh of relief and spoke again. "It's okay, don't worry, there will be no attack during this time, I have to ensure the safety here and the completion of the new building."

"But without your help, I really don't know how I should handle the huge government affairs of the two territories. The Bordeaux people are already impatient with me not returning to the territory..."

Roel held up the brown paper in his hand. "Alimara, I want you to rule Bordeaux as my steward..."

Alimara froze immediately. "Me? A woman? No, no one will care about me, no one will recognize me..."

Roel replied. "I know you can, you can, you just lack a spokesperson, you can rule in the kingdom of heaven, understand, find someone from your hometown as a spokesperson, let everyone feel that he rules, and he represents me."

"Just say it's all my plan, I really need someone to share my affairs."

Alimara was still a little uncertain until Roel showed that begging expression.

"I'll go, master, I'll go..."

Roel sighed. "I know it's hard, but, thank you, I'm going to take a break..."

He left the office, but Alimara showed a bad expression after he left. She didn't want to leave here. She just wanted to work so hard by his side. In Bretonnia, it was a bit too much for her to be unmarried at her age It's just that she has no relatives to take care of her now...

The girl looked at the bustling city outside the window. She clearly shaped the prosperity here, but one-third of it was her decision, but it didn't make her happy. From the beginning, she just took on the task to help her master. …

Even the gods can't see through the girl's mind, not to mention Roel, this wood, in this cruel world, any love is extravagant. She took out the kraft paper and wrote the words of saying goodbye to her master. leaving in front of her, she is destined to be unable to...

Compared with the girl's sorrow, Mr. Maleburg's anger was even more irritated. He felt that his magic had been cut, and the souls of the terrifying warriors he sent out had dissipated. There was no doubt that they were defeated.

"What is it? Magic, or?" He obviously accurately arranged the number three times that of the enemy. The force is an absolute advantage, and he will not lose no matter what. A large number of dead interfered with Duke Roel, but only three cases succeeded?

And his loss is even greater than the building materials that were robbed and destroyed, so it is just a normal transportation loss!

Black powder?How is that possible...

Maleborg was distraught. His soldiers were many, but not endless. He needed a new plan to threaten the transporters, but his thoughts were already confused.

The strength of Roel's army and the abundance of his personal strength made him unable to think, why would a person let the fighting power comparable to a knight suppress building materials?

However, Roel's men have taken it for granted that the regular army runs commercial and employment tasks. The past poverty has established this situation, and it is still maintained. Mr. Maleburg's plan was doomed to fail from the very beginning. , unless he let his blood knight to complete the task.

Originally, Roel's arrangement was to clean up the beasts and greenskins on the local commercial roads. After all, Musilon has been barren for too long, and it would take a lot of manpower and material resources to restart it, and Maleborg even hit the gun. .

He clutched his head, as a knight, carrying out the current plan was unsightly enough, if it wasn't for his lack of strength, he would definitely find the duke for an honor duel, instead of hiding here to sneak around.

He needs new strength, new change...

Until he heard the raven flapping its wings...

He opened the window, and the raven with the letter came back here, and he urgently opened the letter to reply.

[Dear Viper Mr. Maleburg, Zhan Xin'an, I, Heinrich Kemmler, have felt your sincerity, sincerity, and desire for wisdom. During this time, my spells have gained a new level. I have made a breakthrough on how to reorganize the corpse and turn it into a huge monster.

This spell allows you to use dead human flesh to transform those stupid and weak ghouls into something larger and more powerful, kind of like a catacomb ghoul, but weaker and doesn't need the blood kiss of a vampire .

But this magic still has shortcomings, the things it produces do not have the possibility of command, in other words, they are useless on the battlefield, but they should be used for other purposes, and this is just the beginning of our cooperation, the stepping stone for our exchange …

To, your loyal servant, HKM (Heinrich Heimüller.]

For the black knight, this spell is like sending charcoal in the snow, sleepy and sleepy, he can't hold back his inner emotions, but he soon finds that he doesn't have enough corpses to complete this spell, he pulls out his saber, Outlaws swear one thing.

"Let's loot those unkind lords!"

(End of this chapter)