Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 42 Fate's Joke

When the two pearls were shining brightly in the night sky, and an unrealistic sense of illusion also scattered in the harbor of Bretonnia, Roel immediately took up the weapon.

"Elena, something is wrong!"

The elves are far more sensitive and powerful than humans. She has already noticed the situation, when the fakes appeared in the distance.

Elena said immediately. "Back to the lighthouse!"

Elena is extremely fast, usually only Roel riding a mule can match her normal speed.

But now, Roel has never seen her run so fast before, shuttling through the forest, holding a bow and arrow, like an extraordinary creature.

Even though Miss Mule moves like the wind with the addition of skills, she can't keep up with the urgent Miss Elf at this moment.

But isn't Roel struggling in his heart?Roel is still suffering and hesitant. If something happens to the lord when he comes back, his future will also suffer.

Becoming an aristocrat in Bretonnia was almost the pinnacle of the aborigines, but it was just the beginning for Roel, but such an "inconspicuous" beginning would be messed up by something today!
As the speed of the horse's hooves became faster and faster, the sky also sensed something and raindrops fell. The light rain hit the torch, and there was a sound of steam.

The cold wind in autumn also makes people unable to help to tighten their clothes. It can only be said that on the land of Bretonnia, I hope there will be no more evil spirits from evil spirits.

The cold drizzle hit the cheeks and gathered into dense raindrops, which were slid by fingers and then gathered into a ball, as if it came down from the sky, and the dark clouds were as dense as a wall.

Something had leaked, or had come in, from the frontiers of Bordereau, and Roel couldn't help worrying about his friend, Tarr.

Even though Estabe's combat effectiveness is not bad, he is still a mortal body. In comparison, gunpowder is obviously more powerful.

"Tal, hold on, my stupid zombie friend."

When Roel approached the lighthouse, the place was no longer as lively as before, the clamor of the missionaries and the light of the lighthouse dissipated, Elena might have pushed open the gate of the lighthouse, because at this moment the gate was wide open outside.

A bad feeling climbed up the spine. Roel filled the pellets and took out his pitchfork. The torch in his hand flickered because of the wind and rain. When he stepped into the lighthouse, there was a smell of blood, so thick that it made people want to vomit.

The light of the torch illuminated the situation inside. Under the structure of a small duty room, a monk was slumped on the table.

Roel quickly discovered several problems. He was attacked, and he did not resist. The method of killing him was very rough, attacking the back of the head, and the fragile back was smashed to pieces, revealing many white, red, like tofu It was like a brain, while his chest and heart had been dug out early.

Follow the spiral staircase on the right and walk up to the lighthouse. The wet footprints of the elf became a sign to guide Roel, and soon he encountered the second corpse in the middle room of the lighthouse.

He collapsed on the ground, covering his face with his hands, his eyeballs were roughly gouged out, there is no doubt that blood was spilled all over here.

This was where the books were stored and where most adventurers came to hear, full of knowledge and peace, and now...

The half-opened windows rustled in the wind and rain, and countless valuable books were blown by the wind, scuffed and scattered all over the ground, and then stained with blood.

"May Verena bless you, aren't she and Moore husband and wife, you will have a good life in another world..." Roel was still comforting the poor man, after all it was all his fault, although he Still don't know what I did wrong.

The extinguishing and lighting of the lighthouse requires a monk's key to open the lampshade. There is no doubt that Mr. Light has been killed. Who is the author of such a brutal murder?
Roel doesn't want to think about it, after all, there is only one person who can do this...

At least the corpse monsters are not that powerful, they have no flesh and blood, but why did he betray, before he could become a nobleman, before Elena's unknown plan was completed.

Roel's footsteps became faster and faster, and gradually approached the top. There was a loud thunder and a huge explosion sounded above his head, which was so familiar!
It's a bomb, it's his defense for Elena!

Roel used both hands and feet, and climbed up as fast as he could. He couldn't forgive the death or danger of the first friend he met in this world.

"Elena?! Elena!"

At this moment, Roel's beautiful new clothes became wrinkled, wet, muddy and bloody, but the man opposite was even crazier.

His shriveled cheeks like a zombie were burned by black powder, and a pitch-black sword in his hand was blessed by magic, like burning black flames, full of flesh and blood, shining under the oil lamp at the highest point of the lighthouse.

And Elena clutched her arm, her body was weakly leaning against the dead monk on the ground, her beautiful slender calf was burned by black powder, her longbow was also broken, and she curled up in a corner, making people feel distressed.

The lampstand at the top of the lighthouse was eroded by bombs, pitch black and smoke, the smell of black gunpowder and blood, sea breeze, moonlight, raindrops.

It was a mess, all mixed together, and Roel slowly chanted to the man in front of him with a weird shape.

"Eustabe..."

(End of this chapter)