Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 48 Ships Docking
When the torrential rain subsides, the wind and rain in autumn is always very short, and the frequency of Roel's attacks can only be reduced because of the bright moon sky, and the villagers' land bombs are completely wasted, and there are only three Roel's special bombs. .

The light from the lighthouse is still so bright, what the hell is he burning?
If this continues, his own efforts may fail. Although the system provides the characteristics of increasing offensive leadership and a little upgrade for himself, the current situation seems to be a drop in the bucket.

Believe in Urik, click!

In this way, Tal, Moll, and Urik are now real Sanshin slaves. Is this a farmer?
All the gods in the world are above, I will choose the one that is easy to use, and the three gods will serve me alone.

Today, even if Roel picks up a fire stick on the side of the road, after being buffed by skills and beliefs in turn, he can still play the effect of an ogre holding a mace.

But he still didn't dare to rush into the camp to play Warhammer Warriors. He was still made of meat, but his attack power was high. Although the deceased didn't have much range, he couldn't stand being stabbed in the back.

In fact, during the long guerrilla warfare, Roel has already discovered the shortcoming of the Necromancer, that is, the replenishment depends on killing people. Under the current situation, he just needs to continue and continue to fight the guerrilla warfare before the lord is misled to come here. .

It's just that the bomb is gone, and Roel's guerrilla warfare is gradually going crazy.

He touched a group of skeletons, then picked up the gun and used the firearm as a spear, thrusting, thrusting, and sweeping, just like playing bowling. kill.

When encountering the wight army, he fired a black gun from a distance. Roel found that his gun could hit the spine. Although it was a creature that was lifted up by the wind of death, the spine was rotten and he still couldn't stand up.

Relying on the guerrilla warfare of bullying the weak and fearing the strong wind, without the cover of a large number of explosives and moonlight, Roel successfully reduced the enemy to cardiopulmonary arrest.

In the hut, the necromancer was neither surprised nor angry when he felt the constant staff reduction notices. His eyes were only looking at the coastline in the distance, as if he was expecting some delicious food to be served on the table.

When Roel sniped the last wight in a team with all his strength, a joyful voice suddenly sounded.

[Gain the characteristic, Armor Breaker, gain five points of Armor Break Attack Power. 】

Roel collapsed in the grass, looking at the dense feature bonuses in the system, and thinking that the feature pool in the game seems to have an upper limit...

How much is it?

30? 40? 40 is the number of cards in Yu-Gi-Oh! I really want to go back to play cards...

The long-term fighting and high-intensity actions exhausted Roel's physical strength. If it weren't for the adrenaline supporting the battle, he might not be able to bear it anymore.

It is already impossible to count how many dead people were killed tonight, and Roel can only rely on the consumption of lead bullets to judge how many shots were fired tonight.

And... 40 rounds... Did you shoot that many shots yourself?

The dark green moon was hanging in the middle of the sky, and the wet grass under him was as bad as hell. Roel couldn't help asking himself why he was working so hard.

Is it bad to be a farmer?

But every time he would think of the lord's village, the people in the village, the picture of being enslaved by the dead.

There is no way, only I can make a move, this is the world of Warhammer, although it is not without heroes, but there will always be a tm lack of heroes.

If the people who can protect the order have more than half of the chaos and evil creatures, they will not be destroyed. If you want to blame, you can blame the four peddlers.

Roel rubbed his wet cheeks, raised his gun, aimed at the distance, and looked for the next target, so he thought it was time to level up, upgrade, and fight monsters here.

I am a dnd20 legendary farmer!
When Ah Q's spirit was exerted on Roel, he tremblingly got up and approached the camp of the undead.

If it was daytime, he might have been arrested and hacked to death long ago. I have to thank the night, the working environment that I hate.

I also have to thank the system, if it wasn't for the system, I might have exploded my body early, and I also have to thank the tmd necromancer.

If it weren't for it, I would still be drinking tea with Elena in the camp, introducing my apprentices to Erstabe, and receiving awards under the watchful eyes of the lord!
Blood for blood, tooth for tooth!That's why Roel attacked him, the rabbit bites when it's in a hurry, and the farmer can destroy you in a hurry!

When the sharp thunder and fire scattered through the tranquility of the night, the body of the dead fell into the mud again. This has been repeated so many times today that all those who experienced it are numb.

The wights continued to patrol calmly, the bones and zombies spread out to prevent them from being blown up, and Roel continued to shoot and snipe at the remaining wights, so orderly that it made people feel black and humorous.

Until suddenly the whole camp became restless, and Roel immediately realized that the lighthouse was used as bait, and the fish was caught!

"tmd!"

He cursed secretly, and looked towards the sea with all his strength, only to see a big three-sail boat staggeringly approaching the shore, and a large number of dead people walked into the shore with weapons.

There are still so many troops!

Roel quickly counted in his mind, there were almost [-] skeletons, [-] zombies, [-] grave ghouls and [-] wights!

He packed his things at once, and fired his rifle aloft toward the seashore, hoping that the faint roar of gunpowder would hinder, or warn, the approaching ships.

But it was still slow. When the ship docked on the shore, a large number of undead rushed up like drowning water, and fixed the whole ship with their bodies like pincers. Because they didn't need to breathe, they could directly sink into the sea, holding the bottom of the ship, Make it impossible to leave.

"Tmd!" Roel cursed immediately, but he knew that the lord couldn't leave!

(End of this chapter)