When the day became bright, the eyes of the gods of Order were respent on the earth. Roel woke up the girl early in the morning before the dewdrops had fallen. She had no time to complain, because now the scope of Roel's responsibility was too large and he had to go into the woodland to investigate.

Orcs may also appear in the jungle during the day. He woke Elimara not to let her go in with her, but to ask her to look at her property.

Although the most expensive gunpowder and projectile rifles are still on their bodies, Roel did not completely believe in the "goodness" of the villagers.

Even so, he was ready to steal all his pots and pans when he came back, and he would be a little pessimistic about everything so that his mentality would be bad when he fell down.

This is how the world of Warhammer...

Roel opened the back door of the wall. Generally, only the best-skilled hunter dared to open it. It was an absolute forbidden area in the village. Although it was still early, his behavior had been seen by many working people.

Sure enough, someone began to persuade Alimala to hand over the man's things. After all, few people who walked into the forest could come out, especially recently, even the hunters in the village dared not approach it.

If Ellie's hunter uncle had not come, I'm afraid the group of farmers would have succeeded, but even so, the two of them remained in a cold war, but it also showed in disguise that her uncle had been watching her near the hut.

In Batonia, where the folk customs are simple, there are both honest farmers, opportunists, and bullying the weak. Just like the noble knights, there are good and bad, but all this has nothing to do with Roel who has stepped into the jungle.

Roel pulled out his rifle. He was not confident that he could pass through the armor and took away the monsters in front of him with one shot. They were about 50 meters apart, and this place was the enemy's master.

Even though the flintlock rifle is not suitable for maintaining the bullet for a long time, Roel is vigilantly loading the bullets. This time he came in on a mule, but he actually did not intend to enter the forest. He just wanted to explore the mystery of the resurrection of the dead.

The rough bark, without leaves, and the trees and the bodies of the trees droop together, making people feel suffocating and frightened, and the faint smell of rotten surrounds the nose.

"The foolish one shall surrender to our lord, the Duke of Musilon, and the King of Musilon!"

Touch, touch, touch.

It was clearly early in the morning, but the sky here was covered by dense trees, and big trees as thick as two or three people were everywhere. Life in the world of warhammers is really easy to grow and is easily erased.

Moore is on the top, and the wind of death makes this place look so pitiful, but Roel is not a mage, he can't change anything, and he knows that the distance between the evil moon is getting closer and closer to the old continent, and this is just the beginning.

From the small rabbits rustling among the trees, or the deer passing by Roel, this forest has not been approached for too long, so that creatures have forgotten to fear the race of humans.

As soon as the words fell, a projectile shot directly penetrated the corpse demon's armor.

"Silly dead, do you desire the flesh and blood of the living? Tar is above, don't hide, come and taste mine?"

The corpse pulled out his sword. "My Lord, the successor of Melovin, the successor of Melovin...Peter, Fons!"

Roel directly distanced himself and kept his skills still in effect. As long as he was not judged as a front-row unit, his projectile would be the deadliest thing in the old world for this slightly vague target.

Sure enough! That guy is still making fun of it...

But this thing that has corrupted and lost its brain is quite patient, but a few poor zombies were resurrected by him and crawled out of the ground with staggering steps.

There must be not many human corpses in the forest. I guess it was because of the "soldiers". Judging from the number, yesterday's battle must have hurt its vitality.

Roel's firing movement slowed down, is the Lord of Musilon? Black Knight. Maloborg?

The legendary lord who almost killed King Raun and destroyed Batonia in the original world view?

This matter is of great importance. It is directly connected to the Warhammer's worldview when the end of the world view is the greatest. Although the comet has not yet fallen, Roel is still more careful about this matter.

The corpse demon's brown skeleton was rumbling and scolded Roel in a crazy way.

A few thunder sounded, spreading in the forest, and where did it bounce back? I was reluctant to disperse for a long time. The zombie's head was destroyed and the wind of death could not pull it up. Maybe seeing such a situation, a black-armored corpse monster rose from the ground.

He asked Miss Mule to distance a little longer and asked through the air. "Who is your master?!"

He had never heard of this legendary lord. The projectiles that had been strengthened by the system suddenly became embedded in the monster's body, passing through the armor, and a spark burst out.

Roel just cursed. "Md, the fish from there are scares me."

He walked into the twisted woodland vigilantly and shouted at the owner here.

The mockery said, it was not that Roel was brave but not resourceful, but that he had a systematic bonus and a mule, and his movement speed was definitely not something that a mere necromancer could catch up with.

Soon he discovered a "dream land", where the trees here were twisted by invisible forces, winding and twisting, like burned coke, but undoubtedly alive.

Of course, such an attack is not enough to kill a powerful corpse monster, but it is enough to restrain him. At this moment, Roel played the secrets he learned when watching JOJO.

Use the thick thighs passed down from generation to generation by the mule family~

Run away!

The corpse demon was still staggering at this moment, and he didn't even have the ability to interfere with Roel, so he only saw what color the tail hair of the mule was.

The runaway person has the characteristics of fighting and moving speed, and the characteristics of the single series have increased speed. This mule can be said to be lightning.

If a knight master sees it, he will definitely trouble him to take the horse under his crotch and try mate with a donkey!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!