Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 85 The Nightmare of the Beastmen
There are few dense forests around Brionne, but this does not mean that Beastmen will not exist. They do not like forests, but a man with a holy hammer exerted his powerful power to drive them into the forest.

It also made the Beastmen extremely disgusted with all human creations. As long as they are shaped by the magic of chaos, they are inherently disgusting with civilization. The more subtle and powerful things are, the more disgusting they are in their hearts, and they will even go crazy because of it.

Thinking about it this way, Roel's defensive operations in the village were likely to be the disgusters attracted by the creation of black powder?
That's too dark and humorous, but we can't ignore the possibility...

In the Empire, scholars believe that the Beastmen are creatures infected with chaotic energy and fused with humans. In Bretonnia, they are said to be the embodiment of human desires.

Neither point of view is wrong, nor is it right, but in any case, to Chaos, the Beastmen are just a by-product of their actions.

To the Beastmen, humans are just a delicacy.

At this moment, in Bretonnia, on the commercial road of Brionne, a group of carriages are slowly advancing, and there are a lot of food in them, which are the things of the nobles for the relief of the Temple of Saria, and the Goddess of Mercy. Believers will leave it all to the poor.

But in the dense forest near the road, where the knights could not ensure safety, the standing pupils greedily stared at the convoy on the road, the heavy panting in the dense forest and the anger of the hoofed ones, they wanted to tear, they wanted to swallow.

There are not many members in the convoy, only a dozen or so people, and some of them even bring their families and children around the car.

They usually pray to Tal, hoping that their driving is safe, but Tal did not bless them today, and the children of chaos have already set their sights on them.

The convoy approached slowly, the wheels of the wagon made deep marks and got stuck in the muddy soil. The beastmen couldn't suppress the blood in their hearts, and the rough bows and sharp knives had been thrown out by the weak horns.

Ding ding ding, the sharp blade pierced the body of the truck, women and children screamed, and men exclaimed, but they were powerless to recover.

All these have become the horned beast's favorite meal, and it wants all the human beings to become its dinner.

But the forest did not belong to their herds, or rather, does not belong today.

Strong Horn wore the armor pulled from the corpse of the enemy. It hammered it into a shape that it could wear with its fists, and hung the skull of the Baator on it very proudly.

It's not the first time it's yelled at the underdog, and it won't be the last.

"Roar!"

A huge roar echoed through the forest, followed by a thunderous gunshot!
boom!
The thing of black powder shattered the huge horn that Strong Horn was proud of in an instant, and the guy who did such an unscrupulous thing was rubbing his nose.

"md, why are the horns so big?"

Roel sniped from the dense forest with a half-smile, the smoke of the black powder hadn't dissipated completely, the strong horn looked at the fragments of the horn falling like snowflakes on his head, its anger and disgust reached the limit.

"Kill humans!"

There are about 200 horned herds, 3 pennies each, which means...

Roel lowered his head to calculate how much money he could get, and he didn't pay attention to those guys' charge at all. The reason is also very simple.

The silent killers in the forest poked their heads out, and they could become adventurers in Bretonnia. Except for the stunned young man, they were probably fierce men who often spent the night in the wilderness.

For them, the forest and the home are nothing more than the stove and the walls.

The leaves swayed, and the wild beasts suddenly realized that this place is so lively, daggers, long swords, flails, spears, all weapons you can think of are here.

Some love backstabs, others cover the necks of beastmen, and the most gorgeous of them all is a phantom in the forest.

The grievances between the wood elves and the beasts can be stretched to the day when Athel Loren accepted them. Until now, the longbows continue to pierce the necks of the beastmen, and they can only hold their necks and tremble, and then fall to the ground.

Sir Nock pulled his disciples to charge out of the grass, not forgetting to tease Elena who was scrambling on the branches. "Miss, it's easy to kill!"

Then lightly cut off the head of a strong horn with a giant sword, together with its weak armor.

The adventurers are also very happy. After all, what is more exciting work than the promise of three pennies on a head?

Roel was not interested in money, and he didn't hate beastmen that much, he just had a bit of a bad taste, pointing a musket at the strong horn with only one horn.

In the forest, there were battle cries, fighting, sneak attacks and being attacked constantly. In such a chaotic environment, Roel only cared about whether he could hit his other horn.

Holding your breath, the shooting chamber opened, the gunpowder exploded, and a thunderous sound reverberated in the forest with the muffled sound that penetrated into the flesh and blood, making everyone look sideways.

The big horned beast was dead, Roel couldn't help being speechless, he beat it wrong, and for the herd, this incident directly caused their morale to collapse.

They howled, feared, couldn't help but run away backwards, hatred for humans?Greed of flesh and blood?

Just a bunch of beasts!
Roel just listened to the voice ringing in his ear.

[Gain the characteristic, Beastman Killer, increase the attack power against Beastmen by five. 】

[Acquiring characteristics, those who are good at offensive warfare will get an additional three points of morale bonus during offensive warfare. 】

Roel looked at his skill panel, but couldn't help being speechless, he didn't upgrade.

(End of this chapter)