The rain is sprinkled on the grassland, and a castle on the grassland is very conspicuous between the vast heaven and earth.

Under the rain, the castle's ancient stone walls tell the story of the castle's age.

Serfs came and went to carry grain to the castle, and a sturdy man stood out in the crowd, saying that he was special because he did not have the humility, poverty, and despair of a serf on his face...... There is only endless self-confidence.

Lu En is not from this world, to be precise, he has traveled to this world.

The young man who was discussing Warhammer 2 all-out war on the Internet not long ago has actually come to this fantasy world.

"Medieval Warhammer." Lu En muttered softly, and he looked around closely.

Built on a high hill, the castle is surrounded by a turquoise river, which ends at the mouth of the sea, in the vast grassland, with horses, cattle and sheep running and farther away, a forest.

In Lu En's eyes, the names of the serfs in front of him were analyzed, and what was even more exaggerated was that he even saw the small map in the upper right corner of him.

"Is there really a system?" Lu En's heart was shocked, and he called softly: "System, system." ”

But there was no response, and the help the system gave to Lu En was to add the name of the character to a minimap.

Lu En glanced at the long mountain road, the serfs in front of him were carrying bags of wheat towards the castle, Lu En naturally followed, these farmers were yellow and thin, obviously malnourished, the castle was ancient, and exuded a trace of gloomy and cold atmosphere.

"Malnourished, the castle is cold." Lu En muttered to himself, and he quickly sketched such a scene in his mind: "The serfs have yellow faces and thin muscles, indicating that it is the Kingdom of Bretonnia, a country that practices semi-slavery and semi-feudalism in the warhammer, and the serfs must be so malnourished." ”

"The castle is cold, so it proves that this is a dark kingdom, and there is only one vampire territory in Bretonnia." Lu En quickly judged: "This is Miao Xilong!" ”

Lu En lowered his head and followed the serfs slowly, he had to hide himself in the midst of the serfs, or the vampires would soon find fault.

As Lu En walked to the gate of the castle with the wheat on his shoulder, he had clearly noticed that the dirt on the ground had turned into dark earth.

"Hurry up, what are you inking, what a bunch of bones!" The fat overseer, who was holding a long whip, shouted loudly, and he struck an old serf man on the back with the whip in his hand.

After the whistling sounded over, a miserable scream came out, and then the fat overseer spit thick phlegm on the back of the old serf, and said with a disdainful face: "Bah, lowly inferior people, the bones are really old and hard!" ~”

Lu En frowned and thought, "These people really have inferior roots, he seems to be just a vampire dog." ”

Lu En didn't come out strong, because from the expressions of the serfs around him, the result of being strong was nothing more than being sent up and beaten.

There are skeletons standing on all sides, and Lu En is just a vampire's serf at the moment, and maybe one day he will become food for vampires.

Just as Lu En put the grain in the warehouse, there was a sound of the ground trembling, and he saw a group of skeleton soldiers walking near the mountain road.

A steady stream of skeleton soldiers walked down the hill into the castle, but the most eye-catching thing in the long procession was a necromancer, who was dressed in a blood-red robe, and the sky blue gem in his hand was emitting a faint light.

It looked around with disdain at the serfs kneeling on the ground, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of its mouth: "A bunch of human garbage, fend for yourself." ”

"Grow more rats before you die, so the fields don't go abandoned."

Undisguised in his cold, bloodless face, the necromancer, who was a dry zombie-like necromancer, sat on a goose-feather chair and entered the castle on a palanquin carried by four skeleton soldiers.

Lu En soon found that the serfs around him were trembling with fear from the necromancer's words just now, and they didn't even dare to raise their heads to look at the necromancer not far away.

Lu En soon discovered that at the back of the group were a group of human maidens and wood elf maidens in their underwear, their wrists bound by a rope, walking towards the castle.

Lu En soon discovered that on the thighs of this group of elven women and human women, there was a mark of a small red sword drawn, and Lu En frowned: "This is, sacrifice?" ”

The Strange Mark, in the Warhammer world, naturally means sacrifice, and in addition to the option of offering to the gods, it means experimentation.

In short, what awaits this group of young girls will not be a good end.

At this moment, the dark elf girl who came out of the team, holding a blood-red whip, swept a group of serfs with disdain: "Despicable slaves, sure enough, human beings are lowly. ”

She twisted her big buttocks, walked over to the fat overseer, and said arrogantly, "After letting these slaves hand over the grain, get out of the vicinity of the castle." ”

The fat overseer immediately nodded like a dog and said, "Yes, yes, I'll let these lowly humans get out of here now." ”

At Lu En's side, several serfs began to discuss in a whisper.

"Did you see it, there was a Wood Elf priest walking over from here just now."

"Oh, that's the priest who serves the nymph of the lake, how did he get caught by a vampire."

"It's a pity, hey, the overseer is here, let's stop talking."

Lu En was slightly stunned, and he soon realized that in Bretonnia, the Nymph of the Lake was the spiritual leader of all knights, and the priest who served the Nymph of the Lake was even more prominent.

Almost instantly, Lu En made a decision: "I must rescue the priestess, this is my only chance to turn over in the Kingdom of Bretonnia, the status of a serf is definitely not useful, if I can save a priestess, I may turn over." ”

Lu En felt a thrill in his heart, but he quickly calmed down.

Because the fat overseer not far away, holding a long sword and a whip, walked near the serfs, he looked around coldly, and then said with a sneer: "Get out, you inferior people!" ”

But soon, the fat overseer looked at Lu En, who was gradually walking towards him, and he sneered: "Yo, you still want to resist." ”

"Skeleton soldier, come and chop him into pulp!" The fat overseer let out a burst of laughter as if he had seen a joke.

But he soon couldn't laugh anymore, and Lu En made a move.