Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 33 Horn Zorak

The strong body of the bighorn beast is carried on its back, and the curved horn is like a steep mountain path, with the decoration of the human head attached. In the dark dense forest, it looks particularly scary in the warm firelight.

When the low-pitched horn echoed in the dense forest, many monsters in the forest opened their eyes and looked greedily at the small human village.

It is a three-dimensional totem made of animal leather or bones. Obviously, this tribe has many "skilled craftsmen", at least among the beastmen, they are absolute masterpieces, and that symbol is the chaotic eight-pointed star.

Roel licked the corner of his mouth, about 300, this number cannot be supported by a bad wall at all, morale?
He looked at the only strong horn. The pressure brought by the two-meter figure and the huge curved horn hung high above his head. He really didn't know what it ate to grow up.

As long as the strong horn is still there, the herd of horned beasts will not collapse so easily, and such a massive attack is really rare.

Alimara didn't bother to recognize her relatives at all. She raised her weapon in a panic. She was barely a warrior now, but facing so many beastmen, she couldn't help but feel fear in her heart.

Her uncle immediately ran to his house, was he afraid?Roel didn't know, he only cared about how many he could take away.

"Give me all the explosives..."

Alimara was stunned, turned her face to the side, and hesitated a bit, because she knew very well that the value of those explosives might be as much as a few gold coins.

"Master, let's go. You are not from the village. Just leave here and let me delay the time. It doesn't need to cost so much... and there are risks..."

Roel just raised his spear towards the strong horn, using his best marksmanship, lightly fired, and slammed into its horn. The curved, beautiful, huge and terrifying horn was instantly broken by the firearm. .

The powder from the fracture turned into a thin white mist, sprinkled on its owner's cheeks, and the strong horn wearing rough plate armor just let out a long breath.

Staring at Roel with horizontal pupils, he shouted heavily. "god."

It seems that the belief of those shamans is the reason for it. What is this guy looking forward to, is he looking forward to a good enough battle?Waiting for the blood of the strong to please Khorne?

Roel didn't know, but he was also very excited at the moment, probably because of the peculiar sense of incompatibility of time travelers, he always felt that he might be playing a game or something.

And today's dungeon is extremely difficult...

Oh, it can’t be like this, I’m getting more and more Khorne, Roel immediately adjusted his mentality, he must never fall into a battle, he must never love the feeling of joy, he must never be trapped by treachery, and he must never...

Before he could pronounce the words of loving father, the next second, the horn's long cry echoed in the mountains and forests. Countless beastmen took out crude weapons, and Roel also took out many soil bombs.

The people in the village were happy to provide Roel with the raw materials for the black powder, and the price was only one copper plate. Roel handed over the refining method to them, and they provided manpower.

The wood and the bombs made by the villagers are such things. They are said to be weapons, but they are actually closer to fireworks.

But with the addition of skills, the power of the sawdust bouncing inside is unimaginable for ordinary people, especially when there are so many enemies.

Fire, aim, throw!
Rumbling, a puff of black smoke, the taste is unforgettable, not very powerful, right?
The effect was obviously excellent. Three or four horned beasts were directly blown to the ground. Their weak bodies could not withstand such a powerful explosion, and their limbs began to fall. After falling, some were trampled to death by their companions, and their blood spilled All over the ground... the dyed earth is pitch black, so weird.

Who said earthy ones can't do it?

And such a gunpowder bomb, Roel still has about 20 bombs, one can kill five, and blow up seven or eight, counting like 20x6, 160...

The morale of being able to blow them up directly collapsed, and Roel endured the pleasure of playing Warhammer Warriors in his heart. To be honest, there is no way for Khorne to easily get on top in such a world.

"Tal is on top, Tal is on top..." He whispered the name of the hunter god, adjusted his inner emotions, suppressed his dopamine pleasure, and then used the fire of the bomb to ignite the fire of other bombs, completely turning into a bomber man. Hold one in each hand.

Alimara was using a pitchfork and shortbow to quickly kill the approaching guys, and then Roel continued to throw.

Rumbling, rumbling, a beautiful red firework, the smell of blood and gunpowder floated into the village, and the cheeks of the strong horned beast twisted angrily.

"God, bomb!" It is obviously not an idiot, at least it has seen black powder, but it still calls Roel a god. This name is definitely not worshiped, but it is very likely to be a kind of... pet name?
A nickname for my next collection!
Apparently that giant horn should be its loot rack, just like the back of Headhunter Quick.

Roel made a clear analysis and immediately dropped the bomb. "Let you try it too!"

A huge explosion burst out, and the light illuminated the forest, making the dark place bright for an instant, but it also made Roel less complacent.

Because there is not only one strong horned beast, but a whole 30 reinforced units standing in a row, holding long battle axes and wearing silver iron armor. If it is an ordinary horned beast, it is just cannon fodder, but that thing is simply Space Marines of the Horned Pack.

And those armors all have the weird inverted triangle mark of Khorne without exception, this group of war beasts has been blessed!
Roel quickly judged that he couldn't deal with it. The explosion of the soil bomb could only stain their armor with dust, and their huge bodies made their attacks seem insignificant.

And the one with the horn was their leader and the biggest one, looking at Roel greedily at this moment.

　Want to eat beef, but is the horned beast a cow or a sheep?This is very important…

　　
　
(End of this chapter)