Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 69 The key to breaking the game

At this moment, the demons kept approaching Roel, and he must have been thrown into the crucible. Although there were not many demons, the fear and panic they caused were far greater than their power.

Roel looked at the desolation and chaos around him. Is this chaos?The small vortex created by just a little plague warlock cannot end by itself.

Roel felt that he was the protagonist countless times and could save others, but the reality was that no matter how hard he tried, he was just struggling.

In the end, none of the old lord, Eustabe, the monk, and countless civilians was saved by himself.

This world is so fucked up, like a Bretonnian ale that makes you feel like a bottle of horse piss just after a little aftertaste.

The messengers of the plague came with disgusting steps, hope was extinguished, the fire was no longer there, only death and fear echoed in the dark night.

A slogan suddenly pierced the sky at this moment. "For Free Deleven!"

In the distant night, hundreds of torches ignited the road like a prairie fire. It was an ordinary farmer named Roel who had been disappointed with them!
And Carloma was at the forefront, armed, shouting. "Our goal is to expel the lord, whether he is a plague warlock or a nobleman!"

"He who wants his own land, take up arms, he who wants to be free, take up a shield, he who wants to live, let us not run!"

"I abandoned the house I just built last month because of the Beastmen, and I want it again last week because of the green skins, next time it's robbers, and next time it's Chaos demons!"

"We've had enough! We've had enough!"

A burst of heart-piercing shouts stunned the monsters. Karoma is definitely the protagonist in a certain sense, and the continuation of the order of the Warhammer world is definitely because of such a hero.

Pitchforks, torches, and every weapon you can imagine swung at the demons with courage and fury, Nurgling?smash!
Plague carrier?Cut into puree!
The angry battle cry and the power of more than a hundred farmers are like an unstoppable trend, showing iron fist and justice to the demons who invaded their homeland.

But... so what?

The crucible is still boiling, and the Nurgle beast has also appeared. The fat and twisted body has completely climbed out of the crucible. The farmer has never seen such a monster...

Rotten and swollen, foul-smelling and gigantic, it attacks human perception all the time. Before the birth of decay and plague, it had already spread all kinds of malice in Chaos Demon Realm.

Even if there are farmers stabbing it, it can't break through the swollen flesh. Even if countless people press it down with force, they can't move it a little, but the skin will be rotted by the mucus.

Countless monsters had to rest, and rebuilt their bodies in the eight winds.

When death and fear, decay and nausea gather, there is still a thunderclap that pierces the sky...

No, twice!
A fierce firearm hit the body of the Nurgle Beast, making it scream cruelly. The projectile embedded in the body, penetrated the swollen and rotten slime, and hit its interior.

"Keep cumming, keep cumming, Alimara!"

"Yes, Master!"

Under the constant sniping by two gunners, holes gradually appeared in the huge body, and thick liquid flowed out. There were enough bullets and no shortage of gunpowder!
Now, it's time for chaos pain!

Carloma looked at the two who had been helping him, his eyes turned red a lot. In his short life, he had never seen such kindness.

If he could ask Roel a question now, he would ask who taught you your kindness and your courage.

Roel would caress the blade at his waist, showing nostalgia for this weapon he usually doesn't use...

But firearms still couldn't destroy the demon's body, and farmers could only resist their invasion. When the cracks of the eight winds continued to expand, a new, powerful unclean appeared in the crucible.

Bretonnia blessed by the gods, brave men blessed by the lake god, no matter how much you pray for their names, it is useless, because the devil is right in front of you!
Roel stopped shooting, and he realized that he did not use the eight winds, and he would definitely not be able to interfere with the ceremony. The cauldron was in the Chaos Demon Realm, not the real world...

The juice inside there is endless, and only by destroying the pot can it be done, but how can we enter the gap in the evil world, if Elena is here!
Roel gritted his teeth at this moment, and he was about to gamble again, betting that this ritual was not perfect, and there must be a way to invade the world it was in.

Eight winds?Sacrifice?Seven... bandits, there's definitely a connection between the rituals, but...

Roel racked his brains, but really, he knew nothing about the cauldron.

Thal, can anyone help me?

Roel thought at this moment, help?He should have died just now, the people who helped him...

He looked at Carloma, he looked at Carloma!
He is one of the offerings!He is the key!He is... the hope of salvation.

There was a smile on the corner of Roel's mouth. This smile was the first time he faced Norsca, and it made people hairy with excitement.

It was the first time for Alimara to see the usual calm master, but she continued to shoot the monsters anyway.

Facts have proved that Roel is more of a gambler than a hero. He didn't save many people, but he won a lot of bets!

He immediately pulled Carloma up. "You can leave or follow me, but no matter what, I bet you are the key to victory!"

When Carloma heard Roel's words, he also had a premonition. He clutched the painful spot on the back of his neck, and the reddish brand was overflowing with blood, which looked like the three holy emblems of Nurgle.

He was still a sacrifice, and the cauldron was drawing him to it, and that might be why he plucked up the peasant, and he kind of wanted to go back into that ritual.

Of course, it may also be his will and courage urging him to do something.

Roel is more willing to believe the latter. He is willing to believe that the farmer in front of him has something in common with him and Alimara.

When Kalomar hesitated for the last time, the peasants resisting Chaos shouted to the two of them. "Come on, hero, come on, Carloma..."

"We are willing to trust you, even though we haven't known each other for long."

"We've had enough of our lords, and we've had enough of evil!"

The peasants squeezed the attacks of the demons with their weak bodies, forcibly used pitchforks and torches, bodies and death, and opened a way for the two to go to the cauldron.

No time, no thinking, they walked there almost instinctively and gambling. As the distance got closer, the mark on Kalomar's neck became hotter and hotter. Finally, when they came to the crucible, the chaos demon realm and the mortal world The gap shows…

It was in a dense green mist, and it looked like a mortal world, but the crucible in the mist was incomparably real.

The lord showed an unbelievable expression, and it was the first time he showed such strong emotional fluctuations.

Roel ignited the bomb, threw it into the boiler, and then pulled Carloma to run out of the mist with all his strength...

There was no sound, no explosion, only the sudden disappearance of the scaffold and the cauldron, the dissipating lord and the wind of magic that gradually subsided.

There are corpses all over the ground, including farmers and demons, but everything about the demons is dissipating, leaving only twisted and mutated vines on the ground.

They made it!
It rang in Roel's ear.

[Acquiring the characteristic, demon abhorrence, the attack power against the demon race is increased by one. 】

[Acquired characteristic, Lone Wolf, increased movement speed by 5.00% on the big map. 】

[Acquire magic armor, free Wanled necklace, which can convert long-range attacks into magic attacks. 】

[Introduction: It was built by the best blacksmiths and jewelers in Wanlede for thousands of years, and it gained magic power when it was worn by the lord who believed in Chaos for many years. 】

(End of this chapter)