Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 30 This is for you to be your teacher
When a little female mule stepped out of the forest, she had never run so fast in her life, and she shook the leaves on her body refreshedly, appearing quite spiritual.

And Roel was surprised by the defensive power of the plate armor. It was the first time his firearm encountered something that could not be killed in one blow. Although the undead provided a lot of immortality, it was not invincible.

According to his rich experience in killing zombies, if the penetration force of the projectile after piercing armor is still sufficient, killing it is not a problem at all.

If the breakthrough power is not enough, unless I can hit the broken armor position twice in a row, how can I kill it?

This is not the ability of the gunner anymore, it is the gods.

But at the same time, the value of a set of plate armor is also astonishingly high. It can be said that all the gold coins that Roel has earned through time travel are not enough for a set of full-body armor.

But being able to send such a corpse demon here shows that something has attracted the attention of the necromancer, but I didn't expect such important information to be provided by a businessman.

The only thing that can make the necromancer care so much is to strengthen the power. Naturally, it is impossible to bury any peerless treasure in the forest, so it can only be one thing.

Dimensional stone!
When the evil moon is approaching, the dimensional stone fragments turn into meteorites and fall on the old continent, and those things that contain power will attract the power-hungry guys in this world to snatch them.

Warpstones are the solid form of the Winds of Magic, so Mages are their favorite group, but Beastmen also use them to build Manarocks to worship their favorite Chaos Gods.

Therefore, Roel speculated that there may have been at least two forces of love and hatred in this forest, first of all, the black armored corpse represented by the necromancer, and then the beastman of the forest aborigines.

At the same time as the Beastman discovered the Dimensional Stone or the day after the time gap was not too big, what was the skin, what was it, what was it called...

Anyway, it was the necromancer of the miscellaneous fish. He should have also discovered the falling of the dimension stone, so he sent troops to fight for the dimension stone in the forest, but the troops were quickly consumed by the beastmen in the forest.

After all, Beastmen can even fight wood elves in the forest, which finally caused the necromancer to change his target to replenish...

That is to try to slaughter ordinary people in the village!

Roel immediately figured out the cause and effect. Even if there was a gap, it was because of the treasures they plundered. Otherwise, how could the Necromancer, who is already famous for his superior numbers, have so few soldiers.

In contrast, even if the lighthouse does not have itself, its short-term defense is not bad, and because of the last Norsca invasion, the defensive troops arranged near the lighthouse have also increased, so the necromancer will definitely not be able to Easily breached.

So I chose to look for foreign aid such as the Dimensional Stone, which is reasonable!

In this way, after reasoning himself, Roel stepped into the village. He wanted to ask his little apprentice if he had seen a natural phenomenon such as a meteorite recently, but he saw an old man.

She was sitting in her own small camp, wearing a dark green hat, beautiful blond hair, and rarely dressed herself in more human clothes.

Although it is still a rare green color, and it only looks like a human being.

At this moment, she was lifting her hat, revealing a small pointed ear for Miss Alimara to look at, while Miss Alimara covered her mouth, unable to speak for a long time.

She was sensitive until she noticed Roel riding a mule approaching.

"Oh, isn't this our gunpowder master? He is good at crafting, and he already has disciples~"

Maybe it's because it's in a human village, she accepted the short-lived ghost nomenclature, but she still seemed a little underwhelmed, but since she couldn't beat her, Roel also accepted it...

He bowed lightly, acting like a noble knight. "I don't know that Miss Elena is here, and I'm sorry to welcome you."

Elena waved her hand. "Don't be poor, I beat the venison, let's cook first."

Roel twitched his cheeks, am I a halfling?

Then he began to process food with a knife, and then began to talk to Elena about what he had discovered and the situation of the lighthouse. He was soon heard by Elena saying that Ostabe was very close to the businessman, and that businessman also Began frequenting the lighthouse, hearing the monks' hearings.

Hearing is a kind of action similar to preaching, to answer doubts for the lost, but Roel can also understand, after all, Eustabe has always wanted to join a real social group.

But all of their routines are so strange in the eyes of Ali Mara.

My master not only knows about elves, but also keeps his mouth shut about necromancers, corpse monsters, dimension stones, plate armor and so on...

Although she didn't understand, she was greatly shocked. In her eyes, her master was the knight who saved the world, even though he was riding a mule.

When the lunch was cooked, this time Roel didn't choose to stew the soup. He usually did it to save fuel...

Because at the location of the lighthouse, there are actually not many dead branches, or even quite few. In winter, the night vigil is enough, and autumn is enough, and spring with luxuriant leaves is basically not enough.

But there are charcoal sellers in the village. Although the price is not affordable for farmers, the usual behavior of cooking soup in order not to boil water can finally stop.

This time he directly roasted it with tree branches, and there were a lot of spices and seasonings. He spread the skewers with one hand and let the passing farmers stay in place to watch greedily. Finished, how many points to go out.

Of course, Green Chaos doesn't know what sharing is, so she is a little bit unhappy.

"What are you going to do? Tell them to hunt by themselves, a bunch of short-lived ghosts, they can't even use a bow."

Roel shook his head. "In human society, social things must be considered when dealing with people. Sometimes, free is the most expensive."

Elena let out a snort, and Miss Alimara was thoughtful. When she was full of wine and food, Elena was going back. She was not used to human gathering places, so Roel thought she was greedy. I just came here.

Before leaving, Roel took out a pitch-black bomb, because considering that it was for Elena, the dosage was extremely large, and it could basically blow up most of the things he knew.

"Here, be your teacher"

Elena's complexion suddenly changed...

Roel immediately realized that he was straight. "Cough, I'll protect you."

Elena hesitated for a moment, she didn't like black gunpowder, but it was obviously qualified only in terms of lethality.

She finally accepted the bomb, and then asked Roel for a flint and steel.

"Hopefully I never have to use it."

"Hope you never have to use it."

When Elena walked away, Roel rubbed his chin, feeling something was wrong... Does this sound like a flag?

(End of this chapter)