Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 26 Beastmen?Stepping stones!
When the sun had fully set, the villagers closed their doors and extinguished the fires, praying that such behavior would minimize the attention of the monsters.

So much so that the hunters who usually patrol here also returned to the house.

But this kind of approach is actually deceiving the ears and stealing the bell. Doesn't the beastman or undead nearby know that there is a human village here?
The girl was also taken back home by her hunter father, but her home was not far from the place where Roel camped, so she was still watching furtively from the bedroom on the second floor.

Compared with the nervousness of the villagers, Roel seemed much more relaxed, as if he was here for vacation, he took out the custom-made bomb casing and began to slowly fill the gunpowder and lead bullets. The reason why he was so confident was that It turns out that I have indeed experienced big and small battles.

Secondly, the location of this place was great for him, with real fortifications, and it was the first time in his life that he worked in such a safe environment!

Thinking of this, Roel suddenly felt sad. It was really a loss for him to sell himself for two gold coins. At first, he believed in Ryan to draw big cakes, but now he didn't see the flour.

When the bomb is ready, there is no way to test its power. It can only be said that the approximate weight can be estimated based on the amount of black powder used in the rifle.

Unreliable, but enough, because the main lethality of this bomb is not its own power but its own skill bonus.

After all, the cost is not cheap, and the test product also has good power, so don't waste it if you can.

It’s just that Roel made the matchlock on the spot for a long time. In order to prevent the burning time from exploding in his hand, or throwing it back from the opposite side after burning for too long, he took a long time to determine the length of the matchlock for about 5 seconds. .

When the first Roel soil bomb was finished, a sound suddenly rang in his ears.

[Unlock technology, self-made explosives]

Roel opened the system and looked at it. Next to the lone elven gunpowder, there was an additional technology, which looked like a bomb in his hand. The effect was to increase the range of self-made explosives of all peasant troops by 30%.

Since Roel is also a farmer, he can naturally have this effect!

The system is still useful~
At this moment, his own dinner was ready, and Roel lifted the pot. After soaking and stewing, the salted cod had returned to its freshness and deliciousness, and now there was even more of the deliciousness of the marinade.

The wild vegetables collected nearby are paired with mushrooms, because the cod has a salty taste, and it has a strong taste even without seasoning.

What is commendable is that the taste of wild mushrooms and the soup are well integrated, together with the flavor of cod meat, a portion is slowly served, and the light yellow thick soup has a hint of milky white in the pot.

And this kind of smell may have attracted the monsters in the dense forest, or it may be that the fire was too dazzling, and the heavy and savage breath sounded. At this moment, Roel was holding the bowl and looked towards the forest by the moonlight. There were about 5-6 monsters. The Horned Beast came towards him with rough stone tools and weapons.

That kind of creature is covered with animal-like hair. Although it walks on two legs, its appearance and essence are far from human beings. Its face is more like a sheep, and it has a feeling of uncanny valley effect, which makes people feel disgusting and terrifying.

And Roel only felt that it was a pity, there were too few!
How to kill a chicken with a sledgehammer, he took down the pitchfork behind his back, held the dinner in one hand, and the pitchfork in the other, while the horned beast saw a stranger, and his whole body was aroused with bloodthirsty interest, especially the one closest to him. Rushed like desperate.

Roel's strength is actually not enough to kill horned beasts with one hand, even if their bodies are far from being strong, but the force interacts, because the bloodthirsty instinct drives them to hit, Roel needs to do The only thing to do is to hold the weapon and align the angle.

Just hearing a sound of "pop", a horned beast's head was pierced by a pitchfork. This situation also frightened the horned beasts nearby, causing them to flee to the forest again and again.

But Roel was not complacent. He drank the soup in one gulp and put away the bloody pitchfork, because he knew that this was just the beginning of the long night.

Soon, one after another howled in the dense forest. The six beasts just now were just spies from the tribe, and the real large army was already ready to go.

A few long horns protruded from the dense forest, as well as rough bows and arrows. Their tribal totems were faintly visible in the moonlight, but there were only about 40 poor little beasts in total.

They will be disturbed by morale and fear, and they are even weaker than the skeleton soldiers Roel dealt with.

Why do you say that?

Roel picked up his bomb number one, ignited it, and hurled it at them.

Before the poor heads of the horned beasts knew what was coming, the bomb rolled on the ground a few times. When the low visibility of the moonlight allowed them to see the dark thing clearly, countless lead bullets and giant thunders The sound resounded in the dark night.

The peasants startled out of bed and headed out with torches, weapons, and whatever else they could find, having had enough of this strange alien!

It doesn't matter what he's up to, whether he's hired, wants to steal something, now they're asking this guy to leave the village!

But when they rushed over angrily, they only saw a scene they would never forget in their entire lives. It was behind the wooden wall of the village, the corpse of a horned beast, flesh, blood, smashed everywhere, next to an abnormal pitch-black ground All the trees were broken by some unknown force. Countless monsters they usually fear, the beast people, looked at the strange alien drinking soup by the wooden wall with a horrified expression.

They shouted in their ugly language. "Ray! Ray! Ray!"

And the outsider just smiled and said to the villagers who came. "Ah, it's the first time I use something like this, is it too loud? I'll pay more attention next time."

(End of this chapter)