Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 29 Black Corpse Demon

When the day became brighter, the eyes of the gods of order fell on the earth again. Roel woke up the girl early in the morning before the dewdrops fell. She didn't have time to complain, because the scope of Roel's responsibility was too big now. , Going into the forest to investigate.

Beastmen may also appear in the dense forest during the day. He woke up Alimara not to let her follow him in, but to let her look after her property.

Although the most expensive gunpowder and pellet rifles were still on his body, Roel did not fully believe in the "kindness" of the villagers.

Even so, he was prepared to have his pots and pans stolen when he came back, and he had to be more pessimistic about everything, so as not to lose his mentality when he fell down.

That's what the Warhammer world is...

Roel opened the back door of the fence. Generally, only the best hunters dare to open it. It is an absolute forbidden area in the village. Although it is still early, his actions have already been seen by many working people.

Sure enough, some people began to persuade Ali Mara to hand over the man's things. After all, few people who go into the forest can come out, especially recently, even the hunters in the village dare not approach.

If Ellie's hunter uncle hadn't come, I'm afraid these farmers would have succeeded, but even so, the two of them still maintained a cold war, but it also showed that her uncle had been watching her near the hut.

In Bretonnia, where the folk customs are simple and honest, there are both honest farmers, opportunists, and bullies. Just like noble knights, there are good and bad, but all this is different from Roel who stepped into the jungle. Doesn't matter any more.

It was clearly early in the morning, but the sky here was covered by dense trees. Big trees as thick as two or three people could be seen everywhere. Life in the Warhammer world was really easy to grow, and at the same time, it was easy to be erased.

From the tiny rabbits rustling in the grass, or the herd of deer passing by Roel, this forest has been so long without humans approaching that creatures have forgotten to fear humans as a race.

Even though the flintlock gun is not suitable for keeping the bullet loaded for a long time, Roel reloaded it vigilantly. This time he came in on a mule, and he didn't actually intend to enter the forest too much. He just wanted to explore the mystery of the resurrection of the dead. .

Soon he found a "dreamland", where the trees were twisted and twisted by invisible forces, like lumps of scorched charcoal, but they were undoubtedly alive.

The rough bark, no leaves, the trees and the trees' bodies drooped together, making people feel suffocated and frightened, and the faint smell of rot surrounds the nasal cavity.

Moore, the wind of death has made this place so pitiful, but Roel is not a mage, he can't change anything, and he knows that Xie Yue is getting closer and closer to the old continent. Just start.

He walked into this twisted forest vigilantly, calling out to the master here.

"Stupid dead, do you desire the flesh and blood of the living, Tal, don't hide, come and taste mine?"

This taunt said that it wasn't that Roel was brave and foolish, on the contrary, he had a system bonus and a mule whose moving speed was definitely not something that a mere undead could catch up with.

However, this rotten and brainless thing is quite tolerable, but a few poor zombies were resurrected by him, and they staggered out of the ground.

There must not be many human corpses in the forest. It must be the "soldiers" it collected. Judging by the number, yesterday's battle must have seriously damaged its vitality.

Roel directly opened the distance and kept his skills still in effect. As long as he was not judged as a front row unit, this slightly vague target, his projectiles were the deadliest thing in the old world.

Touch, touch, touch.

A few thunderclaps sounded loudly, spread in the forest, and bounced back somewhere, unwilling to disperse for a long time, the head of the zombie was destroyed, and the wind of death could not pull it up. Next, a black-armored corpse rose from the ground.

really!Or is that guy being funny...

Roel pulled out his rifle, he didn't have the confidence to penetrate the armor, and took away the monster in front of him with one shot. They were about 50 meters apart, and this was still the main place of the enemy.

Lan Yan twitched in the brown skeleton of the wight, berating Roel frantically.

"Students of foolishness, submit to my lord, Duke of Musilon, King of Musilon!"

Roel's firing action slowed down, Lord Musilon?Is the Black Knight Marlow Borg?
The legendary lord who almost killed King Lawn and destroyed Bretonnia in the original worldview?
This matter is of great importance, and it is directly connected to the greatest end of the Warhammer world view. Although the comet has not yet fallen, Roel still pays more attention to this matter.

He asked Miss Mule to put a little distance away and asked across the air. "Who is your master?!"

The corpse drew its own sword. "My lord, the successor of Merovingian, the successor of Merovingian...Peter, Fons!"

As soon as the words fell, a projectile shot directly into the armor of the corpse monster.

Roel just cursed. "Md, the miscellaneous fish from there, scare me."

He had never heard of this legendary lord at all, and the projectile strengthened by the system also slammed into the monster's body, pierced through the armor, and burst out a burst of sparks.

Of course, such an attack is not enough to kill a powerful wight, but it is enough to contain him. At this moment, Roel played the cheats he learned while watching JOJO.

Use the thick thighs passed down from generation to generation in the mule family~
Ran!

The wight was still staggering at the moment, and couldn't even disturb Roel, so he could only see the color of the mule's tail.

The characteristics of the runners increase the speed of movement out of combat, and the characteristics of the solo series increase the speed. This mule can be described as fast as lightning.

If a master knight sees it, he will definitely be troubled and try to breed his horse with a donkey!
(End of this chapter)