Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 70 Freedom Wanled

Roel actually only experienced half an hour from the beginning to the end of the matter, but to him, it felt like a year had passed.

The evil wind of chaos is still raging, and the cultivation of this land may have troubled for a hundred years. Roel lay on the ground and opened the system panel.

Fuck, no upgrade, Roel found that his system only provides effects, not real things, although it is magical, but the actual equipment still has to work hard...

And following him to fight more and more, and now the experience required is also increasing, Roel seems to have encountered a plateau.

Carlomar closed his eyes under the starry sky. He was lying next to Roel, still feeling the sense of freedom from the control of chaos.

"Thank you, brother..."

Roel was taken aback by his thank you for no reason, and then said. "No, it's the village and I who should thank you."

The farmers in the distance approached quickly. They were happy, looking forward to it, and even a little crazy. They actually defeated the demon invasion by themselves, which was enough for them to revel for a few days!
They hail the two biggest heroes. "Long live Kalomar! Long live Freedom Wanled! Long live the Masked Musketeers!"

Carloma got up and rubbed his head. He had never been thanked in his life, and now it felt like a hammer hit his chest.

Roel got up and patted the dust off his body. "How do you feel? Hero?"

Carloma swallowed. "great."

"For the first time, I feel that I am living so well in Aquitaine, not only everything starts again, but the air is so..."

He took a deep breath and smelled the fatherly fragrance brought by the demons.

"Freedom...vomit..."

Facts have proved that the natural environment here should not be enjoyed after the demons come here, at least not for humans, maybe the perverts can.

To be honest, a lot of farmers died this time. If Carlos hadn't organized them to rebel, maybe there would not be fewer people who survived.

But so what, go to other collars, be separated from your family, be squeezed and hated, or die by robbers on the way.

The farmers are grateful to Kaloma, it is he who made them see hope and courage, and it is he who successfully saved them.

Roel was wearing a mask at the moment, and they just regarded it as Herimalt's grand thief, and didn't pay much attention to it.

Roel got out of the crowd, took off his mask, washed all his credit, pulled Alimara, and rode on the mule.

"Come on, there's supper to come, and we can live in the village tonight."

Roel blinked at Carloma, who was surrounded by the crowd. He was really happy. This poor man did not follow his friend's old path, and he was recognized by people.

When the two horses came to Elena's camp, they could smell a strange smell of stewed kelp from a distance...

Even if they were attacked by the Nurgle demon, they couldn't help but feel sick. What's the situation?
When they saw Elena sitting by the tent, eating the green stew, they looked at Elena suspiciously, isn't this a chaos?
Elena's mouth puffed up, grunting. "Eat, come so late, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Wait... eat..." Roel looked at the stew, thinking about what he put in to make it look like he had entered the realm of chaos.

Arimara looked at Roel suspiciously. "Master, this..."

Roel retorted. "Eat it, I didn't put anything strange."

Yes, he didn't let go.

The two of them were already tired from fighting with Chaos, and the only food they had was this. There was no other way. A bowl of thick green stew was actually slightly sweet and delicious, delicious!

Roel and Elemara's eyes lit up, their tired bodies seemed to crawl out of nowhere, they hugged the stew and swallowed it, which satisfied Elena's vanity.

Elf, as expected, everything is perfect!

When he was full of wine and food, Roel lay on the ground, if it wasn't for the danger in the wild, he really wanted to sleep here.

But there is not much rest and happiness, at least not in this world. They quickly prepared their things and walked to the village.

When they returned to the village, Carloma was setting up camp in the village, surrounded by Helimalt's thieves.

Roel joined their camp. This group of masked people was a rare morality in the Bretonnian territory, and he felt at ease with them.

Even if their leader was a lord's minion, he was now in the cauldron.

The Helimaults were not bound by the law, but they fought for justice, they robbed the rich and gave to the poor, and overthrew the oppression of the nobles.

They are a popular subject in peasant stories, and over the years these stories have been attributed to a group led by the Faceless Men who operate throughout Baator.

A helimulte is a hooded cloak that was popular centuries ago and is worn by the characters in the stories.

The name has been used for that group of characters, who are also known as Hoods, Hoodies, Wood Hoods, Woodlanders, and Herrings.The Faceless Man liked the title, himself but was also known as the Uncrowned Lord, the Nameless One, and the One in the Back, Cod.

Using fish names as titles is not very respectful, but even so, using these titles can distinguish Helimault from ordinary outlaws, so the nobles hardly do it.

Instead, they say, Caloma has proven capable and moral enough to serve as their leader, a Faceless Man.

This surprised Carloma, after all, he couldn't even hold a long sword, but now he wanted to become a faceless man, leading people to fight.

But he still took this responsibility, just because there are still many villages that need him.

Interestingly, Roel was stationed in the village for a few days, collecting gunpowder and waiting for the imminent Sabbath of the king, but the other lords he thought would appear did not arrive.

Facts have proved that this rebellion seemed to be successful. Because of what circumstances, the nobles of Aquitaine completely ignored the commotion in the village, maybe they couldn't see the demon's territory?
In addition, the old lord who wanted to rule was kicked out, and the lord who planned everything behind him did not come because of the death of his subordinates.

In the end, what finally liberated the village was not heroes, nor free militias, nor nobles, but the power of evil gods.

enough irony...

　The Helimault Code

　　1. Don't hurt the innocent.Do not fight for justice by unjust means.

　　2. To deliver justice where the law fails.

　　3. Taking surplus wealth from the rich to support the hungry and poor.There's no harm in losing money you don't need.

　　4. Be loyal to your partner.Betrayal is despicable, no different than greenskins and beastmen.

　　5. Don't ask about your partner's past.Every Helimult has his reasons for fighting, and he should be judged by what he has done so far.

　　6. Reject destructive forces, and in order to fight against them, you may even join forces with tyrants.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)