Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 5 The First Vigil

After the shocking thunder, according to this standard dosage, Roel began to make ammunition kits continuously.

Although it was still night, and he needed to take turns with the elf girl on duty due to work reasons, he could only work with the weak light when he returned to the room to rest.

This time, he also added the projectiles to the ammunition bag, and shortened the steps required to fill the projectiles as much as possible.

And this kind of shooting package did 20 rounds before stopping, because he didn't sleep during the day, and he was sleepy at the moment. If the elf girl didn't ask her to guard in the first half of the night, he might not be able to bear it.

Lying on the bed, Roel gently closed his eyelids, listening to the waves of sea breeze in the distance.

When he woke up again, it was because of the hasty knock on the door by the elf girl.

"Slacker, it's already midnight when I rest!"

Roel combed his back and said lazily. "Here we come~ha..."

When he walked out the door, he didn't see Elena, but the wood elves were social fears, so they could understand.

The place of duty is on the high platform north of the reef, which is a rough watchtower, although there are many beasts, monsters, undead, and even wild Chaos Eggs in Musilon.

Poldero still only relied on a lighthouse as an outpost. In contrast, Lyonnes, which borders Musilon, built several forts directly on the border, guarded by a knight and dozens of soldiers.

But the Duke of Bordereau is not useless, on the contrary, he is quite smart, because the height difference between the Grismeri River and the border of Musilon has formed a natural swamp on the frontier.

Creatures called dragon leeches prowl and hunt among them, and swift rivers prevent most creatures from crossing them.

The remaining undead can be dealt with with a single watchtower.

And all this is unfolding in Roel's eyes, even he is a part of this defense, the distance from the watchtower is just enough to see the big river not far away.

A few wobbly undead creatures are squirming, instinctively approaching this side, when they walk into the river, they will come thumping, today's river is not fast enough, they will step into the river bed all the way, and come straight .

But when they came to the center of the river, they would be instantly swallowed by a huge dragon leech. Why is it called a dragon leech, because it looks like an ordinary leech, but it is about six meters long!

When the huge monster writhed its body in the river, the muddy blood was scattered in the river. This happened several times in an hour. After the novelty was over, Roel wiped his rifle with the faint light of the torch. .

From time to time, he looked up and saw the green moon hovering above his head, the sky was cloudless, and the two moons echoed each other.

He thought of how the knight lord would taste good food and wine in his castle, while his dinner was hard black bread soaked in hot water.

A piece of dead surface with gravel sandwiched in it, soaked in hot water and then stuffed it into his mouth. Now, with the cold night wind mixed with the roar of undead creatures and dragon leeches in the distance, this Warhammer world is far from comfortable.

About three or four hours later, without an alarm clock or something, it may be only an hour. Without a mobile phone, such a night shift is extremely boring.

But soon Roel discovered that the undead began to come out of the distant river one after another. They were the most basic unit of the Vampire Count. Zombies...

It may be that the dragon leeches are full, or it may be that the number of dead people has slipped through the net, but the range of the guns is only about 200 meters, and they are still far away.

In such a situation, according to the orders of the monks, Bayer took out three or four statues of Moore that were about the thickness of an arm, and placed them in a narrow area on the way they must pass. Although Bretonnia is a plain, but There is no shortage of rugged rocks by the sea.

Roel walked with the torch, intending to come back after placing the statue. It was the first time he walked such a dark night road, accompanied by the voices of the undead, which made people tense.

The grass and trees are rustling by the wind, and everything in the distance looks like a monster. No wonder this job can win two golden crowns, and ordinary farmers can't do it at all!

After finally walking through the terrifying road and putting the statue down, Roel suddenly heard a rustling sound. His rifle had already received bullets, and he immediately raised it, aiming at the grass beside him...

The grass kept shaking, and Roel's heart almost jumped out. Fortunately, a little white rabbit jumped out of the grass.

Roel breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to return the same way, but fearing that something might go wrong, he boldly picked up some scattered branches, and lit a few fires here with torches.

Generally speaking, the undead cannot break through the statues full of faith power, because their activities rely on the power of the wind of death, not the kinetic energy of living things.

Their flesh and blood have already lost their vitality, and they will soon lose their power when they touch something with the power of faith. The human cemetery relies on the statue of Moore to maintain peace.

As long as Moore is here to watch over the death, the dead will not get up again. Roel can only pray that his wild thoughts are unnecessary.

But suddenly the roar of a different zombie broke the silence, and Roel immediately stood up and threw a few scorching branches to the south. Under the reflection of the fire, there were looming things.

Those were not zombies. Although their bodies were rotten, ugly, and bent over, Moore still couldn't manage them.

Roel raised his rifle and carefully counted the number.

"One, two, three..."

He twisted his heart, and the distance was about 120 meters, and there were 5 ghouls!

These things are not dead. Although they look dead, they are actually monsters that swallow human bodies for a living.

And they are not undead creatures, but human beings. Because of the pollution of undead creatures, they can't farm. Hunger makes human beings dig the graves of the same kind that haven't decayed. After losing their humanity, they are transformed by the wind of magic.

That's what those poor things are.

Roel raised the shotgun. "Moore, good night."

Rough crosshairs, weak light, approaching enemies, flintlocks burst into flames, and ghouls are very close. Normally, it is difficult to kill one with one shot, but the statue seems to be counted The unit is in the first row, and Roel is in the back row, and the skill effect is triggered.

Or, is it distance?Maybe both?
In short, with a strong attack, the sharp projectile directly passed through the two ghouls, and with a miserable howl, the two poor half-dead creatures completely closed their eyes.

Actually hit!Also killed two!

Roel's hands were shaking slightly, maybe he was very talented?

But there is no time to linger, the ammunition bag is stuffed, the gunpowder is poured, and it is done in one go, like an old hunter, only 15 seconds, and it is filled again.

But at this moment, those monsters also came to the statue, and 20 seconds was enough time for them to arrive.

Roel took a deep breath, he could already see the disgusting appearance of those things, greedily looked at his own flesh and blood, and could smell the disgusting smell from the tomb on their bodies.

In fear and stress, the projectile fired again, and the fire flashed through the night!One shot actually killed another ghoul!
But at this moment Moore's statue was also smashed by monsters!

The attack power of Roel, who lost the effect of the back row, instantly decreased, and there were two ghouls whose projectiles could not be reloaded. The situation seemed to be beyond recovery...

(End of this chapter)