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What kept flashing through Roel's mind was not the revolving door of his life, but the sailor's words. He kept calculating that his two gold crowns a month were equivalent to two and a half months of net income for the peasants of the empire, and he worked for the lords and nobles.

No need for 19 tax!

At this moment, he stood firm and held his breath. Although it is said that it is only a few hundred yuan a month, why are you working so hard, but his current salary is very adequate!

Don't lose your job!

He retreated and ran against the moonlight while quickly biting open the ammunition bag, while the disgusting creature behind him was still chasing after him.

It took more than 20 seconds to expose the gunpowder, stuff it into the barrel of the gun, and hold it down while running.

Roel was panting. This was the first time he ran so fast and completed reloading so well. He turned around and pressed the barrel of the gun against the monster behind him. The thing hit the muzzle of the gun because it ran so fast.

, the head directly hit the barrel of the gun, and the gelatinous skin overflowed with strange mucus, which was driven by centrifugal force and sprinkled on Roel's face.

Roel held his breath, blocked the ghoul's head with the cold muzzle, and pulled the trigger.

At such a close distance, under the light of the nearby campfire, it looked like he was shooting to kill humans, but at this moment he forgot his skills.

Rick brought the rifle so close, theoretically enough to bring it to see Moore, but the five points of attack power were dissipated out of thin air by the skill. The monster was just hit by the impact of black powder and rolled on the ground, letting out a frightening wail.

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Roel was not a pervert, and his failure to kill it made the fragile young man feel a lot more guilty, so much so that he was stunned for a moment and was knocked down by another ghoul.

Fortunately, he immediately used the gun to cover his body and did not fall down. However, the hood that his mother took the time to sew on his clothes was scratched by the claws of the disgusting thing.

Roel was panting heavily, his malnourished body was completely overloaded at this moment, not to mention some monsters might appear in the darkness.

Roel stepped on its body with all his strength, causing its head to be completely trapped in the bonfire. The disgusting smell of burning carrion, accompanied by the miserable screams of the corpse, had a very frightened expression on Roel's face.

, but he didn't dare to let go.

As if his soul had been emptied out, he sat slumped on the ground, breathing in air.

However, as time gradually moved into daylight and the evil moon gradually set, the number of undead became less and less. In the end, there was only one ammunition pack left out of 20.

I almost died on my first day at work!

Under the sunlight, he suddenly discovered that the hideous and terrifying ghoul from last night was now just a piece of flesh lying on the ground.

The night is still long, the ghouls are just the beginning, and there are zombies. The statue of Maul has been destroyed, but Roel has a calm look on his face.

Roel loaded the bullet and fired again at the other eating ghost with a bloody head on the ground.

But this is considered a blessing from Tarr to Roel himself!

Soon the first night of duty began to go smoothly, and sure enough, the skill could be triggered, and the gun took away all the mobility of a zombie.

"I can't be afraid..." He loaded the third round of ammunition with trembling fingers and touched up the poor thing again.

He analyzed it clearly, and immediately found a few large enough rocks nearby, and then piled them sparsely on top of the narrow gorge.

Roel looked at the limp bodies on the ground. One face was completely miserable and brown, and another had three big holes...

His adrenaline surged, and he shouted like crazy. "How dare you?!"

But they are rocks after all, so they won't kill you. You can at most let them fall to the ground to buy time.

If the night were longer, he could definitely become a qualified hunter in a desperate situation.

Although it is a waste of time to regularly clean the barrel when there are no zombies, the power of the flintlock gun is fully demonstrated in Roel's hands at this moment.

And he also deliberately picked up a lot of small stones. With the blessing of skills, although the small stones were broken through the armor, when they touched the zombie's body, they actually felt like they were hit by a heavy punch.

He was afraid that if he had to load gunpowder, the barrel might explode due to mistake! This incident also made Roel decide that he could eat less in the future, but he could not lack ammunition bags!

At this moment, the bright sun rose, and Roel breathed a sigh of relief, realizing for the first time that he had actually persisted here all night!

He thought that since the statues counted as the front row, anything that hindered the enemy's progress could be counted as conditions for activating skills.

At this moment, his madness was even greater than his fear. When his life was in danger, he directly kicked the monster that was grabbing him.

Putting the gun on it, the zombies in the distance gradually approached. There were still 17 rounds of ammunition prepared. If I had known that the night shift was dangerous, I should have done more.

When a zombie approaches, Roel will throw part of the bonfire to light up the area. He will only shoot from a distance of 20 to 30 meters, because his accuracy is difficult to guarantee that a shot will miss.

Next, he would sometimes look for dead branches and leaves to burn the bonfire, and sometimes he would look for stones suitable for throwing. Under the moonlight of the long night, there were constant gunshots in the plains. Soon Roel became proficient in reloading and hit the target.

The rate can also be increased to within 40 meters.

In just one hour, 16 corpses were lying nearby. Most of them were shot in the body, but the rotting flesh was almost beaten to pieces. At this moment, Roel was even in the mood to aim at the head.

At this moment, he only needs ten seconds to load the gun with bullets. You know, even the best old hunter in the empire needs 25 seconds to play with a flintlock gun!

The battle lasted for a minute, although only the beginning was counted as a battle, and the rest was just punishment for the ghoul.

He collected the more usable statues of More, wiped the muzzle of his gun, and combed his back.

He focused all his attention on the firearm, and even stepped on the corpse's body, letting it be burned by the flames.

The moonlight is not bright enough at this moment, and shooting hastily will only waste the projectiles. Roel adjusts his mentality. If he wants to survive in the Warhammer World, he must be calm and brave.

"Your Majesty Yurik, I am a warrior, I am a warrior..."

Roel is definitely not a coward, at least he is the winner. The evil moon is held high in the sky. The effect of adrenaline dissipates. Roel's first reaction when he regains his clarity is to fill the bullet.

The ghoul's body was unstable after the attack, and he fell to the ground, with his face completely stuck in the bonfire. The mucus in his body seemed to be very flammable, and it burned instantly.

The miserable howl lingered in the forest like a chorus, Roelmo chanted. "I am a warrior, I am a warrior..."

He kicked the disgusting thing, and when he left the battlefield, a sentence suddenly rang in his ears.

[Stand in the enemy area once, gain characteristics, act alone, and increase the movement speed of the big map by 3%.]

[Defeat the undead once, gain the characteristic, Undead Hater, increase attack power against the dead by 1. 】

[Get some skill points]
Chapter completed!