Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 87 The Confrontation with the Orcs
Lying in the dense forest is really a waste of time, the adventurer team chose a more efficient method, fishing and law enforcement.

Whether it's a bandit or a beastman, it's definitely the best way to pretend to be a caravan anyway.

In addition to having less meat, the fresh and tender Bretonnian farmers can also come with a surprise blind box, which is full of temptation for most chaotic creations or evil heretical creatures.

It's just that today's delivery team is a bit unsophisticated, and what they deliver is a large number of bloody beastman heads.

In order to make the target feel that they are soft persimmons, a small number of adventurers who used to be shepherdesses and Elena drove horses outside the car, and some young people pretended to be guards and wandered around with swords.

Most of the hunks hid in the cramped trucks. The smell of blood, feet, sweat and the roof of the caravan like a rag was unbearable.

But even so, he didn't dare to get close to the two commanders Roel and Nock. They seemed to have an air wall, separating a certain distance from ordinary adventurers in the car.

But it's a good smell for a Beastman, roughly equivalent to smelling meat pie?
The Beastmen, who had a bloody impulse, felt excited when they saw a caravan with almost only human female escorts, and the goods were not even blind boxes, and there must be a lot of flesh and blood inside.

So much so that every time they pass through the forest, there will be a large number of horned beasts who can't control themselves, and even run out before they get close to the ambush circle, which makes destroying them so easy that it makes people feel boring.

Especially long-distance masters like Roel and Elena, soon Roel had twenty kills, and Elena broke through fifty.

Sir Nock has no feeling for such a situation. In his words, it takes a big fish to make the fisherman interested.

Roel sarcastically said. "Oh, Mr. Fisherman, do you have enough fish? Don't hang on the stern and be eaten by sharks. After all, you are old."

However, although Roel often bickered with him, he could not ignore the various help Sir Nock brought.

Although his personality is different, he should not be a bad person, he should...

Because Roel didn't mind having his head cut open with a musket.

At this moment, the truck was pulled up again, because it contained more than 30 adventurers, and the speed was not fast. Of course, this was also thanks to the extraordinary strength of Bretonnia's horses, even the imperial horses might not be able to pull it up.

There are gaps on the truck to observe, especially there is a large gap next to Roel's position. He put his face close to it, and he could see the general situation outside.

The sun had already set in the west, and the light also appeared cloudy and dark yellow. Before the darkness came, it was almost time to go back. After all, Elena's kills had already surpassed Sir Nock's.

He suddenly found that wolves were wandering in the forest, and a touch of green seemed to pass through the forest.

"Go back, Elena, tell them to lead the horses back."

He turned and taunted Sir again. "Why, you don't have enough fish."

Before Jazz could retort at this moment, a male adventurer next to him looked at the scenery outside and said to the others. "I have arrived in the Oman forest. I used to have many companions, and they all died here."

"It's very close to Orka Mountain, and the orcs are wandering around. It seems that there is already a small tribe."

"My lord, let's take a detour!"

Both Roel and Jazz became serious, and the orcs can be said to be the biggest threat in this route.

But so far it's not time to fight them, because the iron orcs in Orka Mountain have abnormal iron armor embedded in their flesh, which is difficult for ordinary adventurers to deal with.

Only knights who can pierce armor with lances can still face it. Even if the number of iron orcs is smaller than that of ordinary orcs, as long as there are as many adventurers as there are, there will be a large number of goblins to assist in the war.

They are natural war machines, born with the goal of killing and having fun.

The orcs were originally an item after the robbers and beastmen were cleaned up, and the highlight of cleaning up with the knights.

Roel ordered at once. "Detour, let's avoid the forest, it doesn't matter if we go back later, leave the Oman forest quickly."

The convoy walked slowly to the other side of the intersection, but they didn't notice that the goblin riding a wolf was wandering behind the hill, covered by a small amount of bumps on the plain.

They look ugly and hold short spears. Of course, this short refers to short for humans.

A small number of orcs followed, and the wolf cavalry led the way. The orcs moved forward at a fast pace. The black iron armor on their bodies was embedded in their flesh and blood, and they looked terrible.

Rough machetes, grinning teeth, the orcs sang war songs in low voices.

"I'm the biggest, I'm the strongest, our boss is bigger and stronger!"

"Brother Eng is very brave, Brother Mao is very cunning, we will do it if we refuse to accept."

"Eat that, little shrimp, chop, something big enough."

"Look, look, new prey is crawling, and they thought that wooden thing would protect him!"

The leading orc was different from them, only one eye was still bright, and the other was completely hollowed out, turning into a hollow mass of bad meat.

Its red pupils glisten in the evening sun.

It was wearing a full set of iron armor, with bulging muscles, messy decorations, and a necklace of human bones hanging around its neck. If Roel was here, he would definitely recognize that it was a black orc...

(End of this chapter)