Chapter 47 Unexpected changes

Piet Fonti, a Musilonian and aristocrat, has been flowing with noble blood since the founding of Bretonnia. At least until today, he was still spotless.

Until he needed to simulate the unique brightness of the lighthouse blessed by Verena, but he was passive in boiling the rotten corpse oil. Although the night guard was dispatched, he tried not to waste his time.

The mind is getting closer.

And now, his corpse pit has been blown up...

Although it seems like a prank played by children, this is indeed the current situation. In order to complete his big plan, the only way to do it now is to burn the corpse demon.

The powerful wind of death in their bodies can keep the lampstand bright for a long time and... expensive as hell.

The corpse pit is far less valuable than a corpse demon. They are all powerful warriors of the family, and the person who lets them step into the wick will have to pay the price!

Roel, who was hiding in the grass at this moment, sneezed violently because of the cold, and then looked around nervously. The light of the fake lighthouse in the distance dimmed a lot after the corpse pit was destroyed. He succeeded!

Roel wanted to sing a song, but he was too tired now, and his singing would be discovered by the enemy.

But just when he breathed a sigh of relief, the light of the lighthouse became brighter again, even stronger than before. Roel only felt that his whole body was cold, and what he had worked so hard for seemed to be in vain?

Just like this, with more and more perverted attacks, skeletons and zombies have begun to resist patrol missions...

But with the addition of various skills, Roel, as a hero, can blow up a patrol to pieces in one go. The zombies immediately formed a team to go to the explosion point, only to find that there was no one there.

The first time he saw a dead person being frightened by a living person, Piet Fonti was very surprised, but he also knew who the attacker was, the gunpowder boy.

However, the Necromancer could only passively choose to send night guards to patrol to ensure the safety of the lighthouse. At this moment, Roel successfully dragged the Necromancer into the elite war of attrition by himself.

If it were normal times, Tire would have already studied how to retreat, but today was so important that he could only increase the number of night guard patrols...

A moment later, in the small camp, explosions occurred all over the place, all in the fringe areas, and all of them used weak homemade bombs made by villagers.

At this moment, Roel transformed into a perverted uncle. When he found the lone border patrol, he approached them and suddenly appeared. He opened his clothes and revealed the densely packed gunpowder products inside.

At this moment, the lighthouse was strictly protected, but Roel suddenly realized that his situation was reversed. He was the one who was attacked by others before.

If the system could provide Roel with the ability to check his morale, the opponent would probably be blinded in an instant.

Laughing to death, the movement speed increases when out of combat, and you can't catch anyone at all.

There are only about 20 corpses in a patrol, which is completely smaller than the size of a game formation. It is far away from the controller and has even worse morale.

The patrols in the camp have obviously become intensive and fast, and the attack that exposed his existence only resulted in a painless prank?

The Necromancer has a lot of cannon fodder, but every night guard corpse is dead. Roel didn't know that the lighthouse currently needs to consume corpses, but his plan successfully matched the Necromancer's weakness.

This powerful mage, a noble from Musilon, has not felt so aggrieved for hundreds of years...

Then the necromancer will feel that his control over his men is suddenly reduced, the effect of the battle flag is activated, fear, and then two more bombs are thrown.

"Ah!" He angrily overturned the table in front of him. He couldn't understand why his plans and arrangements were always interrupted by this disgusting farmer.

When there was an explosion in the camp, the necromancer felt that his corpse demon team had lost contact!

Roel was furious at the moment, but he really couldn't think of any good way to deal with this situation.

Tooth for tooth, eye for eye, he used his clothes to dry the bomb match rope in his hand to ensure that the gunpowder was dry, and then turned into night.

It took five, six, and finally seven to stop Roel's sneak attack. After the necromancer breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly heard an explosion that chilled his whole body.

He also didn't understand how the little guy who had no way to deal with his zombies half a month ago and even struggled to defeat a ghoul could easily deal with his night guard troops in a group of four?!

If Roel were here, he would definitely answer calmly, it's black powder, I added black powder.

The lighthouse was blown up! Fortunately, the foundation was strong and the night guard moved very quickly. Although it was shaky, it did not collapse.

The Necromancer's cheeks were twisted, and the number of night guards was limited. Under the constant attacks, gaps began to appear in his troops.

It's so big that a living person can sneak in!

For the Necromancer, who was proud of the number of troops, it was a great shame, but he could only eat it.

Because there was only one person attacking, he couldn't effectively replenish his troops. Normally, he could use the death caused by the Night Guard to quickly replenish all his strength, but now he was defeated by one person's guerrilla warfare.

The Necromancer finally decided to keep a group of 4 night guards patrolling. He chose to use his elites to trade the time for the lord's arrival!
Chapter completed!