Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 32 Life is born from the sea, faith from... gunpowder?
Ignorant beliefs will sprout in fear. In ancient times when human beings were still killed by wild beasts, countless totem forms were also occupied by those creatures.

Facts have proved that the level of civilization of the Beastmen depends on the level of local human civilization, so the remote villages in Bretonnia are probably equivalent to the primitive tribes...

The Beastmen were not from the empire. They had never seen gunpowder or rifles. Today, they were filled with fear. The small tribes scattered by Roel reunited and formed a new system.

Several survivors communicated with each other and got a few pieces of information.

[Pitchfork, black ball, rumbling, human male. 】

Just like that, in this forest, among the countless miscellaneous beliefs besides the Chaos Gods, there is one more...Earth Bomb Cult?

After communicating with several shamans through the "harmony of man and nature", it was actually him who pointed a gun at them and questioned them.

Roel and his little disciple looked at each other in blank dismay, the world is so big, there are no surprises, and in this wonderful place like Bretonnia, the excellent matching mechanism is even more shocking.

The strongest matchup in Bretonnia is Duke vs. Kemmler, Master Lich, and the middle game is Lighthouse Team vs. Necromancer.

Then the current situation roughly introduces what the knight master interferes with the peasants every day.

His fighting power is divine...

Of course, this is a metaphor. After all, Beastmen know knights very well. They will fear, but they will not worship. This kind of worship must be due to the various characteristics of black powder, or the unique characteristics of the Bretonnia region.

For example, the lack of knowledge about black powder, the lack of actual combat situations, and the bomb after Roel's skill bonus is too shocking.

Fortunately, most of the Beastmen are human beings. Probably, after all, they may have come out of thin air, but they are all in Bretonnian. Roel quickly decided on one thing.

"You guys! If you don't want to eat bombs, just be alert. When other beastman tribes come, tell them that the humans here have been killed! There are undead who come close and kill them! Then you are not allowed to attack humans in the future!"

"In this way I will give you gifts, otherwise!"

Roel thought about the bomb in his hand, the priests nodded repeatedly, and scrambled away, stuffing the hallucinogenic mushrooms into their mouths, and shouting again. "Thunder, thunder, death, death."

Roel doubted whether they could perform their duties, and it didn't matter if they couldn't. Anyway, the small tribe of beastmen had limited fighting power, so he wasn't afraid to fight them.

But in fact, no one and any creatures approached in the middle of the night, which made the work of vigil suddenly very boring, and Roel could only play with gunpowder to pass the time.

In fact, making gunpowder requires finely grinding three kinds of raw materials. It is often a thankless job. During the day, I either patrol, sleep, or cook.

Soon, the vigil turned into a potion-pounding contest, and our watchman was the peerless Peasant Knight, Earth Knight, Roel!
Our attacker is the newly promoted Beauty Hunter, Beastman Nemesis, Miss Ali Mara!

I saw that the two people's hands were very fast, and they kept waving the pestle in the pottery, and quickly turned those things into fine powder.

But the raw materials are not enough to be so wasteful, eight hours a night!

Unless he runs a black powder factory, there's so much saltpeter to smash...

The winner was decided within half an hour of the match, and there was no doubt that Roel, who had enough physique and experience, won.

But when it was finally dead of night, Roel suddenly noticed something moving beside the house in the distance. Long vigil and eating cod made his eyes see very well at night. If those Yankees had eyes as good as his, he would probably died.

He quickly noticed that she was dressed in green, it wasn't Elena, she had a beard and was tall, it was that "uncle"!
Md, old Tsundere, want to see why the child hides, hides a few steps away, right?
But Roel quickly calmed down and changed the topic. "Hey, little Ellie, what do you think of your uncle?"

Alimara was stunned, why did her master suddenly ask this? Isn't it usually a matter of being an upright official who can't solve housework and stuff it back for herself?

But considering the theories he often said about respecting teachers, red plaster, and respecting the old and loving the young, Alimara still answered truthfully.

"He is a very good hunter. Although he doesn't hunt many prey, the hunter's more responsibility is to protect the village..."

"Because the lord who protects the village is a tramp, everyone says that. It doesn't mean that he is poor, but the lord likes to travel too much."

"I heard that he visited the ports of the entire Old Continent before he became a knight, and he still hasn't forgotten that feeling. He often travels, and the responsibility of protecting the village is given to uncle."

"He is too bitter, has no time to marry, has no time to hunt, is always on guard, and is very similar to you, master."

Roel frowned, is this guy saying he can't find a girlfriend? !
Well I can't find it...

He held back his anger, and felt that he had almost matched his uncle's kind words, and was almost close to family affection, but he couldn't be too direct.

"Cough, speaking of which, I also work for the lord here, what kind of guy is the lord?"

Alimara thought about it. "He won't grow old, literally...he's 76 this year, with white hair, stronger than a cow, no wrinkles and the most..."

"Actually, when he was in the territory, he often traveled around the surrounding forests. After that period of time, the nearby beastmen and green skins would suddenly disappear without a trace... The other thing is that the taxation is not much. The previous lord was high taxed, and then ten He died years ago because of the attack of the green skins."

"After this lord came, he only collected 19-3% of the 6th tax, depending on the harvest. He is very nice, and he will not lynch farmers."

Roel felt sad for a while, the empire next door only charges 1...

But listening to this description, he is also a hunk, won't he grow old?It will not be the Holy Grail Knight! ?
but…

Then he suddenly changed the subject.

"Enough, tell the truth, what do you think of your uncle?"

"In a word, the most direct!"

Alimara choked up momentarily...then answered right away. "He is very strong and great. I want to inherit his cause and protect everyone, so, master, please teach me more!"

Roel nodded, there is still one person missing at the moment.

He stood up. "Don't look, come out!"

"With your skill, it's enough to hide from the Beastman, but it's still far from me!"

A big man rubbed his green hunting hat, his cheeks and the marks in his eyes, and then walked out...

"Hey, the weather is so nice, I'm just going out for a walk at night..."

Little Alimara's cheeks were completely red, and she looked at her master resentfully...

In the end, I overcame the arrogance in my heart and told my only relative. "I was wrong that day, Uncle..."

Roel rubbed the tip of his nose, it was touching...

He was about to leave when he suddenly smelled a strange smell coming from the forest?

He turned to look at the dense forest, only to find that the forest was very bright at the moment, several torches illuminated the forest brightly, countless horned beasts were dressed roughly, and that smell was also their stench...

And one of the big horned beasts, two meters tall, was wearing plate armor, his muscles were pricked up, and he was holding the heads of several beastmen in his hand, dripping dark red blood.

It was the heads of the shamans who agreed to Roel's request!

(End of this chapter)