Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 24 Chalons Forest

Chalons Forest covers a huge area, directly connected to Orka Mountain. Not only are Beastmen haunted, but you can also see the rare Iron Orc war gang.

But this time the situation is obviously not right, because the corruption of the wind of death is far from reaching the forest. In other words, some necromancers deliberately arranged dead creatures in the forest.

This matter is obviously inseparable from the night guard that appeared before, and something is eyeing Boldero.

In a way, restraining Musilon's power was the goal of this best lighthouse in Tyris Vigeirand, Bretonnia.

The businessman quickly introduced the details of the mission, 2 gold coins, a mule, and an investment in the lighthouse were his rewards.

Because there is a village of Charlene near the forest, which is his hometown, when the businessman returned to his hometown, he found something unusual. Beastmen have been very active recently, and undead creatures that have never been seen before began to appear.

There are not many places that directly border Chalons Forest and Bordereau. Only Charlene Village in the north of the city is in direct contact. Other places have a buffer zone for the major lords to defend. The defense forces call for backup.

And the lighthouse does not belong to the political power of other lords, there is no risk of being divided, and there is no risk of the lord coming back to punish him for inviting wolves into the sheepfold.

Roel was quickly impressed by the businessman's thoughtfulness. If he encountered such a situation, he would probably give priority to getting people from the lighthouse. After all, Bretonnia does not have the profession of mercenaries.

But at this moment Roel asked a question. "Why doesn't the lord of the village send troops?"

The businessman sighed. "Actually, the lord is not in the territory, and the lord Savarik has been at sea for a long time."

Roel thought for a while, the name sounded familiar...

He quickly realized that this was the lord who hired Ryan sailors to recruit him into the lighthouse. It was hard to say that Roel was not interested in this job, because he could get an extra salary of 2 gold coins, and he could also get a mule and protect the lord. The grace of the territory.

Earn money standing up, decent!
But he did not forget Eustabe's wish, which is to integrate into the civilized society of Bordereau, and this time the mission was very close to the village. Bey pushed forward. "Go, Buggy, Tal bless you."

Eustabe still hesitated, then stayed, and then immediately said to the merchant. "I would like to go to guard the forest!"

But the monks and businessmen looked at Eustabe's appearance for a long time, and they felt that this matter involved the face of the lighthouse, so they said it directly.

"We have made a default decision to let Roel go. After this period of vigil, he is not only experienced, but also has a good personality, and it is easy to mingle with the villagers."

Roel was taken aback, what's going on?I just want to stay in the lighthouse and chat with Miss Elf, and you can come to me for everything.

He spoke immediately. "My lord monk, Mr. Merchant, I'm afraid I can't take on this important task. My own combat effectiveness is the worst among the three night watchmen, and I don't have much experience in dealing with heretics."

But what he said was of no avail. They didn't want him to go because of Roel's strength. It was just the three night watchmen of the lighthouse, one elf who listened to the tune, and one zombie face, who might be put on fire by the villagers Burnt, only Roel can barely use it.

But this incident seemed particularly ironic in Eustabe's eyes. Together with the last knight incident, the young people in front of them could always easily get what they wanted...

Roel didn't dare to offend investors at the moment. After all, the salary was in place, the big devil was useless, and his own gunpowder and lead bullets were big money eaters, so he could only start to clean up the pile of bottles and cans.

Elena didn't speak for a while, and waited for Roel to return to the room to pack up his things, and then walked to his side with a vicious tongue.

"Short-lived ghost, your house still smells like gunpowder." She pinched her nose and spoke in a bad tone, but Roel was used to it.

"Yeah, you have to accept this when you are with guns. By the way, Elena, can you cook? I'll leave you a few pieces of salted cod? Don't eat raw meat or fruits all the time."

Elena blushed pretty. "Ghosts eat raw meat!"

Roel complained. "You don't dare to make wood, so if you can't make a fire, isn't it like eating raw meat?"

The wood elves have always regarded human beings as primitive people. At this moment, Elena was actually despised by this primitive person. She felt funny in her heart, and felt speechless at the same time. She scratched her head and slammed the door out.

Roel also breathed a sigh of relief when the elf girl left. He didn't know how to say goodbye, just like she didn't know how to say thank you.

For the two of them, such a farewell is the best.

In addition, the distance from the lighthouse to the village where he was stationed is only 20 kilometers. It sounds like a lot. For the Wood Elf, whose mobility is comparable to that of cavalry, it is only a short long-distance run. It can be said that Elena wants to see that he can go there at any time. .

When all the bottles and cans were packed into the package, Roel confirmed the location again, and rode on the mule given by the merchant. It was very obedient and did not struggle even though the smell of gunpowder was strong.

In this way, Roel dangled on the little mule and headed west.

(End of this chapter)