Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 47 Unexpected Changes

Pete Fonti, a Musilonian, aristocrat, has blood that has been noble since the founding of Bretonnia. At least until today, he is still spotless.

Until he needs to simulate the unique brightness of the lighthouse blessed by Verena, but he is passive and sabotage when it comes to boiling rotting corpse oil. Although the night guard is dispatched, he also tries not to put his The sanity is approaching there.

And now, his corpse pit was blown up...

Although it looks like a child's prank, it is indeed the case at the moment. In order to complete his big plan, he can only start burning the corpse now.

The mighty wind of death within them can keep the lampstand bright for a long time and... costly.

The value of a corpse pit is far less than that of a corpse demon. They are all powerful warriors of the family, and whoever lets them step into the wick will make him pay the price!

Roel, who was hiding in the grass at the moment, sneezed fiercely because of the cold, and then looked around nervously. The light of the fake lighthouse in the distance dimmed a lot after the corpse pit was destroyed, and he succeeded!

Roel wanted to sing a song, but he was too tired now, and the enemy would find out if he sang.

But just as he breathed a sigh of relief, the light from the lighthouse brightened again, even stronger than before. Roel only felt cold all over his body, and the things he had worked so hard for seemed to be in vain?

The patrolling of the camp has obviously become denser and faster, and the attack that exposed his existence was only exchanged for a harmless prank?

Roel was furious at the moment, but he really couldn't think of any good way to deal with this situation.

At this moment, the lighthouse was strictly protected, but Roel suddenly realized that his situation had reversed, and he was the one who was attacked by others before.

An eye for an eye, an eye for an eye, he rubbed the bomb match in his hands with his clothes, made sure the gunpowder was dry, and turned into night.

A moment later, in the small camp, there were explosions all over the place, all of them were in the fringe areas, and all of them used the villager's homemade bombs which were not very powerful.

However, with the addition of various skills, Roel, who is a hero, can blow up a patrol team in one go. The zombies immediately formed a team to go to the explosion point, but found that there was no one at all.

Laughing to death, speeding up when you are out of combat, you can't catch anyone at all.

At this moment, Roel turned into a perverted uncle. When he found the lonely fringe patrol team, he approached him. He suddenly appeared and pulled his clothes away, revealing the dense gunpowder products inside.

Then the necromancer will feel that his control over his subordinates suddenly decreases, the effect of the battle flag is activated, fear, and then two bombs are thrown.

If the system can provide Roel with the ability to check morale, the other side will probably be blind in an instant.

There are only about 20 corpses in a patrol team, which is not at all the size of a game formation, far away from the controller, and the morale is even worse.

In this way, with more and more perverted attacks, skeletons and zombies have begun to resist patrol missions...

The first time he saw the dead being frightened by the living, Pete Fonti was very surprised, but he also knew who the attacker was, the gunpowder boy.

But the necromancer could only passively choose to send the night guards to patrol to ensure the safety of the lighthouse. At this moment, Roel successfully pulled the necromancer into the elite war of attrition by himself.

There are a lot of cannon fodder for necromancers, but the night guard wights die one less. Roel doesn't know that the lighthouse needs to consume wights at the moment, but his plan successfully sticks to the weakness of the necromancers.

This powerful mage, a nobleman of Musilon, hasn't felt so aggrieved for hundreds of years...

When there was an explosion in the camp, the necromancer felt that his corpse team had lost contact!

"Ah!" He overturned the table in front of him furiously. He couldn't understand why his plans and arrangements were always interrupted by this disgusting farmer.

He also didn't understand, half a month ago, he had no way to deal with his wights, and even struggled to fight a ghoul, how could the little guy easily deal with his night guard team of four? !
If Roel was here, he would definitely answer calmly, it is black powder, I added black powder.

If it was normal, Tyr must have studied how to retreat, but today is really important, he can only increase the number of night guard patrols...

Five, six, and finally seven were added to stop Roel's sneak attack. After the necromancer heaved a sigh of relief, he suddenly heard an explosion that chilled his whole body.

The lighthouse was blown up!Fortunately, the foundation was solid, and the night guard moved extremely fast. Although it was crumbling, it did not collapse.

The necromancer's cheeks were twisted, and the number of night guards was limited. In the constant attacks, gaps began to appear in his troops.

It's so big that a living person can get in there!
For a necromancer who is already proud of the number of troops, it is a great shame, but he can only eat it.

Because only one person attacked him, he couldn't effectively replenish his staff. Normally, he could use the death created by the night guards to quickly replenish all his strength, but now he was beaten by one person with guerrilla warfare.

The necromancer finally decided to keep a group of 4 night guards on patrol. He chose to use his elites to exchange for the time when the lord came!
(End of this chapter)