Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 145 Grievance

The guy who was dragging the goods was not fast, but fortunately it was very quiet. When the musketeers came to the vicinity of the castle, a suffocating smell of decay filled the air. After all, there were a lot of moving corpses just now.

The moat has not yet been raised. There is no doubt that the castle's military strength is completely insufficient, so that no one can manage this equipment. This is good news. Ignoring the smell of corpses, you can find that the castle is beautifully and practically planned at the same time. For example, the pictures representing judgment and death are carved on the impenetrable Weng City, and the iron fence is also made of the most beautiful patterned steel. .

It's hard to imagine how much wealth its owner had in his heyday, anyway, it must be included in the top three of Brionne's no problem!
"We don't have time to watch too much, so be quiet!" Roel emphasized, while sneaking into it, the guards were only a few skeletons, and there were no corpses. When Roel, who had the fear effect of the battle flag, threw a string of firecrackers , they disconnected from the operator Deathwind because of morale.

Dried corpse?He is professional!
This bad guy led his troops into the castle, they shot and killed recklessly, the bullets broke through the body of the corpse, disconnected them from the eight winds, walked up from the edge of the castle, walked through the narrow passage, and had weapons If you don't have any armor, you can directly hit the bodies of those skeletons with gun barrels. If you encounter fleshy ones, throw bombs to let their corpse oil burn quickly.

The mage resting on the city wall at this moment controls the monsters who used to be vampires with strange magic tools and necklaces that resemble eyes. In the world of the dead, except for the princes of Nikkala, vampires are the most noble. They can be used as spells to enslave them to make Pete happy Very interesting, he also asked the corpse next to him with great interest.

"Kyle, what do you think, can I inherit everything from Duke Meroving and lead Musilon?"

"My lord, you can definitely do it, your wisdom and strength are unmatched!"

He interrupted his servant. "I know I know"

He looked at the terrible grass corrupted by the power of vampires in the distance. Even if the land was planted, it would not be able to grow enough food, but he sighed. "It's so fertile!"

His thoughts slowly returned to the past, he looked young but he was already a 700-year-old man, but when he was young, he was a miraculous existence called Musilon.

Musilon used to have a large territory, far from what it is today. At that time, the Duke was still there, and all the people were thriving under his leadership. The Duke worshiped force, but he was also proficient in magic. Musilon did not have the protection of the lady of the lake. He then taught gifted children the art of necromancy.

Of course, Pete raised his hand, and he could vaguely remember the warm palm on his hand, teaching him how to manipulate the body of the dead, how to use the wind of death to extend the vitality.
He is a great man and Peter's idol. He has defeated the Ratmen's invasion several times, and the ancestors of the various dukes owe him a lot. But, is it because he is a vampire?The cold face that the king and the duke showed towards him at the celebration banquet made Peter, who joined the palace banquet as a magic consultant, still remember it vividly.

At that time his teacher. The "Bone Father" has not yet been crusaded by the knights. They were discussing how to deal with the continuous and violent ratman invasion and the spread of the disease in the tower day and night.

But the duke said. "The king and the great dukes are coming to celebrate. I have defeated the great army of the Ratmen, and those disgusting things can no longer approach Bretonnia!"

Pete was still an apprentice at that time, and even though he was a consultant, he was also vacant, but he could remember, even after 650 years, he could still remember clearly, the Duke's sword blade was shining with scarlet light, and the powerful force was revealed in his armor Above, the Ratman's soul burned like a candle in it, and my heart would still pound at the thought of him.

"Well, what is that disease called?"

The wight replied. "Master Red Chicken Pox, it's Red Chicken Pox."

"Oh. That's right! The plague spread by that disgusting ratman."

It was a very difficult time. The plague of the Ratman infected the entire duchy, and only the undead knights under Merovin could still move. If not, the Ratman had already taken root in Bretonnia!

And those so-called kings pointed at the duke because of the so-called servants looking like dead people, corpse oil for candles, and food like rotten dirt!

Angrily, the Duke singled out the king. Under the powerful force of the Duke, the king's neck was torn open. He drank the knight's blood and shouted that it was not sweet enough!

Everything is so fresh in my memory, when the entire duchy declared war on Bretonnia, an all-out war without hesitation, pushing the scale of the entire territory to the extreme, and then the duke was declared a traitor by the lake fairy, Lyonis's legion, Disgusting thief, and Musilon's lords have betrayed the Duke!

Blood spilled on Bretonnia!
All of Musilon's relatively fertile soil was annexed, and tall earthen fortresses were built. Knights and lords treated them like defensive greenskins!

Pete's eyes left traces of liquid, but he didn't count them as tears, nor were they crying, it was just his body sweating naturally.

But when he recalled the honor and brilliance of his hometown, he resented the Bretonnians' treachery even more!
Now his plan was broken again, if he hadn't joined the castle of the former duke knight, he would have given up his plan for the duke!

"Ah, King Lawn, I will take your place, ah! Knights of Lyonis, I will let the corpses drink your flesh and make them pay for their disgusting betrayal!"

In his extreme eyes, the brave Saintess of Lyonis and the Lionheart King Lawn are all maggots built on the remains of Musilon!
Next to the city wall, an inconspicuous place.

At this moment, Roel led the men and horses to lurk in the guard tower on the wall. The mischievous Elena was playing with the skull's head, while Roel was aiming at the gun, and watched for a long time when this person B changed his face here. It will be flattering and become cynical for a while.

And his wight is operated by his own spells, so he's actually talking to it here?
You are quite devoted to playing ventriloquist!
"Everyone pay attention, let's pay attention to my slogan, wait for me to count down, count to 3, and then we will shoot together with 14 muskets and a longbow. Either the other person has a kind heart, or I have a problem!"

"3.2.1! Kill him!"

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang like firecrackers going off, perfect expression of Roel's love for this disgusting thing, and more F.M. love!

"I'll fucking kill you!" He ignited the gunpowder and threw another iron bomb there, rumbling!

A huge hole fell there, no necromancer could stay in the black powder dust!
(End of this chapter)