Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 136 Report the situation
The haze of the war dissipated, and so did the reality. When the Vampire Earl didn't kill him again, the situation of the Greenskins and their containment became strange.

It was also rare for Roel to see the strange blood of the green-skinned boss. How could someone seek a beating by himself? Could it be that he also has a system?
When the corpses piled up under their hillside again, Roel really felt that it was intentional on the other side.

Fortunately, the dry grass was almost burnt, and there were only bits and pieces of grass to cover them and not ignite.

Leaning against the kolba, Roel took a sip of brandy amidst the black smoke from the corpses.

"Tmd, how do you fight that perverted vampire?"

Even after drinking fine wine, his mouth still feels dry. It was an almost overwhelming force, and it was also the most powerful individual he had ever seen.

Although I don't know how strong it is compared to those legendary lords in the Warhammer world, it can be seen that it has reached the limit of one lord.

How to deal with him, this seemingly crude and simple question actually gave Roel a headache.

"Calm..." He took a deep breath with the smell of burning corpses, roasted mushrooms?It was a bit mushy, but the taste was not bad.

After habitually tasting the flavors of the green skins, the careful feeling climbed into my head that war is not a matter for one person. No matter how powerful the vampire is, the current army on my side is the strongest among the three parties.

About 50 knights, equipment made of black powder, sufficient supplies and morale.

Wind of Victory was standing beside the Batoni people. There was no reason to think about it at this moment. Roel convinced himself so, and got up, ready to report back to the rear camp.

When they got to the camp, the sun was about to set. Soldiers and peasants were also rubbing their sharp blades, making sparks on the whetstone, or adjusting their longbows to make them tremble.

There are many burnt marks on the ground next to the camp, probably some greenskins attacked here.

"Everyone, are you okay?" Roel took out a few bottles of brandy and handed them to the guards, although they were not supposed to drink.

"My lord, this..." They were a little hesitant, probably because they were afraid of being phished for law enforcement.

"Don't be too much, at least don't smell like alcohol, tell me what's going on in the camp." Roel didn't care, anyway, the scouts couldn't rely on this group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, the hunters had already been working hard.

They took down the bottle, collected it carefully, and answered. "About 30 green skins passed by. In order to get the news, we have wiped them out."

Roel thought that he was probably going to support the one-eyed troops, and his whole body was covered in hairs, almost losing his hidden advantage.

"Killed all of them? Didn't one escape?"

Seeing his boss like this, the guard answered wisely. "That's right, my lord, all of them have been killed."

Roel patted his chest, walked into the camp, and began to report the situation.

No one noticed an exceptionally small goblin in the bushes, crawling up with a bloody head.

"Human shrimp... army..." Its slender arms covered its stinging head, and looked at the distant camp in horror.

The green-skinned brain could barely understand the current situation, and it quickly made up its mind to tell the boss about it.

Of course, this green skin is not as great as this green skin, and it doesn't necessarily mean that it cares so much about this waaagh, but its natural cunning and trust in the warband in its life make it crawl out of that pathetic, Let it pick up dead bushes.

When the evening camp was surrounded by lights, the smell of dinner, and the smoke, the peasants and knights huddled in their tents to relax, and the guards looked drunk from the brandy that Roel handed them.

That's right, although it is green-skinned, it is very smart. It has been observing for a long time, even though it has a knife wound on its thigh and an arrow on its shoulder.

It also felt that he could run away at this moment, and it was this kind of observation and cunning that allowed him to survive facing the human army.

In a hurry, in a hurry, it tiptoed around, like a thief, looking from a distance, it looked like a poor child timidly beside the barracks.

But it is not slow, it often uses both hands and feet, and sometimes appears to be faster, it begins to mock, ridicule in its heart, human beings do such a poor job of monitoring, when it reaches the boss, let him take it down here.

It wants to taste human wine, food, flesh and blood, and be loved by other orcs in the tribe.

When it bypassed a watchtower, a small watchtower, it was also the last obstacle for it to leave here.

Its small body let out a treacherous laugh, it felt that Brother Mao must bless its fate today.

The brandy-drinking soldiers on the sentry tower looked at it curiously, and had already discovered it, but they didn't try to capture it because of a big man on the watchtower.

"Lord Roel, it doesn't look very smart. Is it necessary to observe it for so long?"

Roel scratched his head. "Don't you think we need to take a good look at our enemies sometimes?"

The guard didn't quite understand, but Roel raised his gun anyway, and the projectile fired, and the buckshot pierced the poor goblin's thigh, causing it to fall to the ground.

"Oh, ahhh!" It struggled and rolled on the ground.

Roel frowned. "This thing is really ugly. Take it to the conference room later. The lords need to see his enemies."

The guard wasn't sure. "...My lord, do you really want it to be seen by the lords?"

Roel thought about it. "It's like a clown, but no one knows the greenskins better than the greenskins. I want to reveal their location, their plan, and the origin of their boss in front of the lord."

"I've had enough with the greenskins. I'm going to fix them. This group of mushrooms was just hit hard by a vampire today. It's time to end it."

That's right, because of this "cute" little thing, Roel made up his mind to use the fastest time to wipe out the green skins, so as to avoid future troubles.

If you can take out enough emotes and kill them as quickly as possible, you can avoid the pitiful situation of being attacked by green skins when the troops attack vampires.

When the green goblin was pushed into the gate of the camp, the major lords held their noses and looked at the disgusting thing.

At this moment, the goblin was tied up, and his body was struggling constantly. Seeing several "big humans" who were fully armed, fear almost overflowed his heart.

The lords just wanted to scold that it was that disgusting guy who brought the green belt here, but they saw Mr. Roel followed by the guards.

"Cough... how did Mr. Roel bring it... this...."

Lord Nork is still in the main seat, he just finds it funny, as for the greenskins, he has seen so much that he can drink with the smell of goblins, and the others are disgusted.

Roel said. "I'm going to plan how to kill the Cyclops tonight."

(End of this chapter)