Chapter 32 Life is born from the ocean, faith is from... gunpowder?

Ignorant faith will sprout in fear. In the ancient times when humans were still being killed by wild beasts, countless totem forms were also occupied by those creatures.

Facts have proved that the level of civilization of the beastmen depends on the level of local human civilization, so the remote villages in Bretonnia are probably equivalent to the primitive tribes...

The Beastmen were not from the Empire. They had never seen gunpowder or rifles. Today, they were filled with fear. The small tribes that were scattered by Roel regrouped and formed a new system.

Several survivors communicated with each other and got some information.

[Pitchfork, black ball, boom, human male.]

Just like that, in this forest, among the countless miscellaneous faiths besides the Chaos Gods, there was one more...the Earth Bomb Cult?

After communicating with several shamans through the "harmony of heaven and man", he actually pointed a gun at them and asked them.

Roel and his little disciple looked at each other. The world is so big and full of wonders, and in this strange place like Bretonnia, the excellent matching mechanism is even more astounding.

The strongest matchups in Bretonnia are the Duke vs. Kemmler and the Lich Master, and the mid-range matchup is the Lighthouse Team vs. the Necromancer.

So the current situation roughly explains what the knight is doing when he interferes with the peasants every day.

"Ahaha, the weather is so nice, I just went out for a walk at night..."

Roel looked at the bomb in his hand. The priests nodded repeatedly and rolled away, stuffing hallucinogenic mushrooms into their mouths and shouting, "Thunder, thunder, death, death."

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"He is a very good hunter, although he doesn't hunt many prey. The hunter's more responsibility is to protect the village..."

"Because the lord who protects the village is a tramp. Everyone says that. It doesn't mean that he is poor, but that the lord likes to travel too much."

"After this lord came, he only collected 30-60% of the 19 tax, depending on the harvest. He is a very nice person and he will not lynch the peasants."

"In fact, he often traveled to the surrounding forests when he was in the territory. After that period of time, the nearby beasts and greenskins would suddenly disappear without a trace... The other taxes were not much. The previous lord had high taxes, and then ten

He died years ago after the greenskin attack."

"You guys! If you don't want to eat bombs, just be more energetic. If other beastman tribes come in the future, tell them that all the humans here have been killed! If the undead come close, kill them for me! Then don't attack humans in the future!"

"He is too miserable. He has no time to get married or hunt. He is always on guard. He is very similar to you, master."

For example, there is a lack of knowledge about black powder, a lack of actual combat situations, and the bombs enhanced by Roel's skills are too shocking.

He stood up. "Stop looking and come out!"

Roel frowned, is this guy saying that he can't find a girlfriend?!

Well, I can’t find it…

But the raw materials are not so wasteful, eight hours a night!

His fighting ability is divine...

Unless he runs a black powder factory, there will be so much saltpeter to pound...

Soon, the vigil turned into a medicine-making competition, and our defender was the unparalleled peasant knight, earth knight, Roel!

Our attacker is the new beauty hunter and beastman nemesis, Miss Ellimara!

The winner was decided within half an hour of the match, and there was no doubt that Roel, who had sufficient physical fitness and experience, won.

Elimala was stunned, why did her master suddenly ask this? Isn't it usually the case that upright officials can't handle the household chores and stuff them back to themselves?

"Your skills are enough to hide from beastmen, but you are still far behind from hiding from me!"

But when it was finally quiet at night, Roel suddenly noticed something moving next to the house in the distance. The long vigil and eating cod made his eyesight at night very good. If those Yankees had eyes as good as his, he would probably

died.

Of course, this is a metaphor. After all, the beastmen understand knights very well. They will fear them, but they will not worship them. Such worship must be due to the various properties of black gunpowder, or the unique properties of the Bretonnia region.

Roel doubted whether they could perform their duties, but it didn't matter if they couldn't. Anyway, the small tribe of beastmen had limited fighting power, so he wasn't afraid of being attacked.

"Ahem, I also work for the lord here. What kind of guy is the lord?"

"This way I will give you gifts, otherwise!"

"That's enough, tell the truth, what do you think of your uncle?"

"I heard that he traveled to the ports of the entire Old World before he became a knight, and he still hasn't forgotten that feeling. He often travels, and the responsibility of protecting the village is left to his uncle."

He quickly noticed that the person in green clothes was not Elena. She had a beard and was tall. She was the "uncle"!

md, old arrogant, why are you hiding when you want to see the child? There are only a few steps to hide, right?

But Roel quickly calmed down and changed the subject. "Hey, little Ellie, what do you think of your uncle?"

I saw that both of them were very fast. They kept waving the medicine pestle in the pottery, and soon turned those things into fine powder.

Little Alimara's cheeks were completely red, and she looked at her master with resentment...

A big man rubbed his green forest hat, with marks on his cheeks and eyes, and then walked out...

Finally, he overcame the arrogance in his heart and said to his only relative, "I was wrong that day, uncle..."

Alimara thought for a while. "He will not age, literally...he is seventy-six years old this year, has white hair, is stronger than an ox, and has no wrinkles..."

"In one sentence, the most direct!"

But according to this description, he is also a strong man. He will not age? He will not be a Knight of the Holy Grail!?

but…

Then he suddenly changed the subject.

Fortunately, most of the beastmen were transformed from humans. After all, they might have appeared out of thin air, but they all spoke Bretonnian. Roel quickly decided on one thing.

Roel rubbed the tip of his nose, it was so touching...

In fact, making gunpowder requires fine grinding of three raw materials, which is often a thankless job. During the day, you have to patrol, sleep, and cook. During this time, you can only rely on your own disciples to make gunpowder, which is quite embarrassing.

But considering what he often said about respecting teachers, red plaster, and respecting the elderly and caring for the young, Alimala still answered truthfully.

But in fact, no one or any creature came close to him for the rest of the night, which made the work of vigil suddenly become very boring. Roel could only play with gunpowder to pass the time.

Roel felt sad for a while after hearing that the empire next door only accepted 1...

Alimara choked up for a moment...and then immediately answered. "He is very strong and great. I want to inherit his career and protect everyone, so master, please teach me more!"

Roel nodded, there was only one person left at the moment.

He held back his anger, feeling that the good words he had with his uncle were almost enough, and there was still a sense of family affection, but he couldn't be too direct.

He was about to leave when he suddenly smelled a strange smell coming from the forest?

He turned around and looked at the dense forest, only to find that the forest was very bright at the moment. Several torches illuminated the forest brightly. Countless horned beasts were wearing rough clothes, and the smell was also the fishy smell on their bodies...

And one of the big horned beasts was two meters tall, wearing plate armor, with bulging muscles, and was holding the heads of several beastmen in his hand, dripping with dark red blood.

These are the heads of the shamans who agreed to Roel's request!
Chapter completed!