Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 31 Mules, muskets, and new totems
The days that followed were surprisingly stable. About a week had passed, and the attacks of the undead and the appearance of beastmen had decreased on a large scale. For the residents of the village who yearned for peace the most, Roy Er is almost like a patron saint.

During this period of time, Roel's focus was also on teaching his disciples and patrolling, yes, patrolling.

In fact, there are quite a few villages that have contact with the forest, but the only villages that face it directly and are not blessed by the lord are Charlene Village and a few nearby small villages.

In order to ensure that the undead would not get a source of soldiers, during this time Roel often took Alimara to patrol among several villages.

Check for footprints nearby, because both undead and beastmen will send out scouts before attacking, and conduct two or three scouting operations.

On the way, he successfully discovered, hindered, and even defeated several Beastman attacks, which made his reputation around here particularly good.

Because everyone often saw him riding a mule and followed Alimara next to him like an attendant, they began to call him a soil knight, or a musketeer knight. Of course, this name would not appear before any nobles. Habitual pet name.

But the current situation is actually very beneficial to Roel's wallet. For example, it is the time for patrols in the morning, catch up on sleep in the afternoon, and fight at night.

Roel was riding Miss Mule on the path, and there was a row of thatched huts next to it. Even though the residents here were not rich, there were also butchers and hunters who would send things to Roel, and some residents would bring things to Roel. Come to bread, although the quality is not very good, it is better than eating dead wages.

And this kind of positive feedback is very strong, which often makes Roel feel that he is not fighting alone.

Every time Roel came back from patrol, there would be a lot of food in the mule's basket, including wild vegetables and fruits, sometimes fish and venison, most of which were bread or beans, and the taste was not bad after cooking.

And Roel has a good personality, and has a strong relationship with the local residents. The only problem...

At this moment, Roel returned to the camp and sat by the fire. Now the camp has built a small wall, surrounded by cotton cloth, which can not only cover the eyes, but also keep out the wind and rain. It is a bit like a small yurt. Roel looked at the girl next to her who was gradually getting better, carrying a longbow behind her back, and was concentrating on pounding saltpeter again.

That's right, he was just having a headache for his disciple, and she was still having conflicts with his uncle...

And today, during the patrol, they found the footprints of beastmen in Charlene Village. Although they are not smart, they are actually more threatening than undead.

For Roel, it's just more troubles...

Although his disciple is very smart, he learned to use his good woodworking skills to make a weak wooden bomb in just one week, and began to practice bow and arrow shooting and various throwing objects.

But for Roel, reconciliation between her and her uncle is what he wants to see.

While Roel was still having a headache about this matter, voices came from outside the camp tent at this moment.

"Master Earth Knight, are you at home?"

Roel didn't dislike this name, because this name often made him feel that it was called the "Green Knight" kind of Bretonnian legend, which was very interesting.

He stood up. "Here, here, who is it?" Pulling back the curtain, he saw that the person who came was an old man, his hair was much grayer and wrinkled.

But it’s not that he doesn’t know him. This old man is a carpenter in the village. To be precise, he is a carpenter of the previous generation. The camp renovation was still a “big project” by him.

"Master carpenter, what's the matter?"

The old man glanced inside the tent, and when he saw Ali Mara, he underestimated it in a low voice, so that the girl could not hear it. "It's still there..."

Roel nodded. "I don't like forcing people."

The old man sighed. "That child is also suffering."

Roel nodded, and he also understood during this time that Alimara's father was the consul in the village, and her mother was an ordinary farmer. Generally speaking, consuls are positions held by nobles, so she has Half noble blood.

This is a rare thing in Bretonnia, because it is impossible for a nobleman to marry a peasant, but her father's family is poor and poor...

In addition, during his career as a consul, he repeatedly asked the lord to reduce taxes and was resigned, and he completely became a farmer in a fit of anger.

But a nobleman is a nobleman, relying on his contacts and various noble training in the past, relying on the unique martial arts of Bretonnian nobles, he became a hunter.

With a longbow bought from Boldero, training rarely seen among Bretonnian peasants, he will soon be able to support his family, and because he is a nobleman, he does not need to pay taxes, so his life is quite nourishing.

But ten years ago, the greenskin waaagh attacked Bretonnia. Although there was a forest to cover it, the greenskins of Orka Mountain walked near the village. During the resistance battle, the hunter who was the eye of the human camp died quite tragically.

Then it was a bit cruel, the father was killed by the green skin, and the mother became sick from overwork.

This "uncle" is actually not a relative of Ali Mara, but a comrade-in-arms of her parents. In order to increase the relationship, the child was asked to call him that.

And he is indeed the only "relative"...

Human life in the Warhammer world is like this. Similar tragedies can be heard in almost every village, but the role of the dead is easy to change.

This kind of situation is even more common in the empire, especially the members of the provincial army need to face all kinds of ghosts and monsters.

There are not many people who can help Alimara, or no one, and Roel can't do it. Only she can get out of everything. Learning gunpowder and fighting is the beginning. When the long skirt is replaced by trousers, the first step has already been taken. up.

Maybe she will become an adventurer in the future and go to Oka Mountain to find that green skin, maybe that green skin is dead, maybe she has become a boss, or even a warlord.

Maybe she will succeed, maybe she will fail, but Roel is sure, she will be unique.

Roel sent the old man away, told Elimala to prepare more gunpowder for the night, and then went to rest. When the night watch began, they would stand by the wall and shoot again.

During this period of consumption, 75 ammunition and [-] rounds are enough for a small battle.

There are still 8 bombs, and another one was used some time ago.

At night, Roel stood at his post, the forest was still dark, the evil moon was still high, and his novelty of the Warhammer world gradually passed.

Look at that, he looks like a veteran, it's pathetic.

When the firearms were adjusted and everything was fixed, the Beastman scouts who were the protagonist also slowly appeared, but Roel quickly discovered something was wrong.

This is not a scout, but a shaman!
Colorful decorations, a little twitching movements, but the shaman should have a high position in the Beastman tribe?

At this moment, he saw the totem on the shaman's body, which was a dark and round thing with rough fuses drawn on it...

What bomb cult?
When the beastman shamans came in groups of three or five, when they saw Roel, they knelt down in unison, and then started dancing...

(End of this chapter)