Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 4 Elf Gunpowder Shooting
After the first meeting, the monk and Roel talked a lot about the key points of the night shift. For example, the dead spirits of Musilon would try to get close at night, and if there were too many, they would use the statue of Moore, the god of death in the site.

Put it on the narrow road nearby, and the weak necromancers without the control of the necromancer will not be able to approach it. Just remember to take it back during the day.

But compared to this, Roel cares more about Wood Chaos, no, Miss Wood Elf...

Roel was not surprised by her tricky attitude, but was very curious about seeing a live elf for the first time in his life.

"Why do you live here, are you working too?"

"Would you elves eat stolen human children?"

"I heard that you talk to trees, but will you feel lonely living in a stone house now?"

Roel is very interested in this mysterious and charming evil race.

However, it can also be seen that the people here are accommodating to her a lot, and many places that need to be made of wood have been replaced with metal or stone.

Even the hut is not made of wood, rather the lighthouse is not made of wood as much as possible, but Roel is very curious about how she endured the book full of books in the lighthouse.

She has been adjusting her longbow. "Shut up, short-lived ghost, I don't call you "you", I'm Elena, if you ask any nonsense, I'll cut your throat open."

It was rare for Roel to be honest. First, the opposite was the famous Wild Hunt, Mu Chaos.

Secondly, since I am new here, it is better to be more honest.

And the remaining two monks are old people, they didn't dare to get close to the elf, at least they were far away from Elena when they came to see Roel together.

However, apart from the lighthouse, there is only this stone house left here. Roel opened the door and found that the inside of the house has been occupied by wanton growth of vegetation. The house is divided into two floors, with four personal rooms on the top, a kitchen and a dining room on the bottom. , and the bathroom on the edge of the cliff.

And with so many trees and flowers covering this place, it is obvious that the elf magic has been well tuned to this poor house.

Roel found that apart from the locked room, the other rooms may be used as personal space. Although no one lives there, there are still no trees intruding.

But a room made of stone or metal is quite depressing, but there is no way.

Because the Green Chaos will never turn a blind eye to logging and making furniture.

Roel chose a single room facing north and south, and asked the monks for sheets and bedding, as well as a lot of white paper. The bedding was spread on the bed, and the white paper was used to wrap gunpowder.

In fact, this body has never really thought about using firearms. It didn't even think about using firearms from the very beginning. Although he dug out those things and was happy enough for experienced imperial soldiers to shoot them, he himself and himself would not even use them in two lifetimes. gun.

Besides, it's a flintlock!

The sun had already set at this moment, and with the help of the moonlight, Roel began to try to make bullet bags.

That is, the gunpowder is put in the paper. The key point is to grasp the dose. If there is too little gunpowder, it will not shoot, and if there is too much gunpowder, it will become a Skaven weapon, a bomb.

Remember that gunpowder is generally the size of half a finger...

But when the sun goes down, the work can be regarded as starting now, but his duty is only here to observe the situation at night and protect the threat of possible attacks.

Roel poured the amount of gunpowder he felt into the paper one by one, tied them up, and placed them carefully in his hands.

The paper was fairly thin, not as good as the paper of my day, but still usable.

He prepared bullet packs with increasing doses in turn, and carved gunpowder content on the wall with a fruit knife for comparison.

It is to roll up the paper, use it to put gunpowder, and then stick the paper against the wall, and draw a horizontal line on the top of the piled up flames as much gunpowder is put.

In this way, four or five horizontal lines were carved high and low on the wall in a short while.

The contents of gunpowder in them were different. After the preparations, Roel went outside the room, took out pieces of gunpowder, and untied his spear.

The musket made by Rick Ling doesn't have much decoration, it is about one meter long, capable and beautiful, and there is a thin iron rod placed under the muzzle.

Remembering how to use the flintlock from memory, Roel decided to try the lowest dose first.

The appearance of firearms attracted the wood elf Elena next to her, and she looked at what the monkey in front of her wanted to do with great interest.

When Roel bit the bottom of the gunpowder bag with his mouth, poured a little on the firing point of the gun, then stuffed the remaining ammunition bag in, put a lead bullet in, and then pressed it with a tube.

Gotta say, the flintlock feels really weird to use...but make sure the barrel is all the way down.

It may be because of the battle effect of my traverser, the whole process of filling is very smooth at the moment, and the filling is completed in about 20 seconds. Although it is still very slow for Roel, it looks like Roel , others will definitely think he is an old hand.

But Roel's hands trembled slightly at this moment, because it was the first time in his life that he shot freely, and he was very excited or nervous.

He opened the shooting pod and headed towards a nearby raised rock, about 30 meters away.

shooting!Trigger fire!
The sound was very loud, like thunder, but its power could only be regarded as a firecracker. The bullets flew out and it was unknown where they fell, and the thick black flame smoke lingered on Roel's nasal cavity.

"Cough, cough, cough!" He coughed fiercely, and the wood elf covered his pointed ears, and laughed again seeing Roel's distressed appearance.

"Hahaha... You, you short-lived ghost, haven't you ever used your own weapon?"

"I'm dying of laughter, Lilith!"

Even though the elf girl smiled so happily, she couldn't dispel the excitement brought about by the first shot. Based on the power just now, Roel bit open the second gunpowder pack, and the dose of this pack was far better than the one just now.

But there is still a risk of damaging the barrel, don't blow it!

Roel said silently in his heart, cleaned the gun barrel as much as possible, blew off the remaining ashes inside, and finally finished filling. This time, the elf girl immediately covered her ears when she saw that he was going to fire.

"What are you doing with this thing with loud thunder and little rain? A short-lived ghost?"

Roel didn't care, he just focused on firing, took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger.

The musket was pushed back violently by the impact, and there was a flash of light in the night, and the air was filled with the smell of black powder.

An ear-piercing sound followed, as fast as lightning, and as loud as thunder. This time, the elf girl sitting behind fell off her back, and was quite frightened by the loud sound.

When she got up, she saw that the boulder 30 meters away had obvious cracks where it was hit by the projectile, and the powder of the stone was scattered all over the ground. Her small eyes were wide open, and she faltered and said. "Here, what is this?"

And Roel knew that because his skills judged that he was not in the front row of the battlefield at this moment, when the effect was triggered, its power was more than double that of a normal musket, a total of 51 points!
The monk on the lighthouse also stuck his head out in shock and shouted. "Is Moore here?!"

Roel just wiped the muzzle of his gun cherishingly, and replied.

"No, sir, but I have found his scythe."

(End of this chapter)