Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 154 Head-to-head?Pete's departure, Grantsett's end.

When the major lords were ready the next day and the huge troops were ready to go in the camp, the long war of almost two months was finally coming to an end.

From the preparation to the face-to-face with Gransell, both Nock and Roel have paid too much for it, but what I didn't expect was that the means to make everything come true in the end was the simplest and most primitive way, one-on-one .

But it is also unexpectedly in line with the innate romance of Bretonnia. The last generation and the first generation are on the plain, the blood knight and the Holy Grail knight are singled out, but you have to ignore the squad of about 20 people lying in the bushes and ready to shoot anytime, anywhere .

When the sun is at its best at noon, it is also the time when the vampire's power is weakest, and when Xie Yue is the farthest from the old continent in a day, when the sun shines on the silver castle, who would think that the owner inside is a vampire?
The horseshoes trod across the wet, pitch-black ground, and several knights unfurled a banner in front of the castle. A few letters densely gathered into one sentence, Duke Merovingian deserved to die.

In order to prevent the lack of sense of substitution, several major lords also went to check the documents of Brionne, requesting that the grammar and fonts be sufficiently ancient to restore the style of Bretonnia 700 years ago, and then dozens of peasants stood in front of the castle, sing.

"The wind blows and withers the wasteland.

Who is surprised that the forest has no leaves?
The shadow lies in Batoni,
Its name is Merovingian!
The cold wind blows through Musilon,
Cold from north to south,
Its minions are hidden here!
Oh, Grantsett, come here, come here, let me see, what a lord, bereaved dog.

Cross swords, man against man, oh sorry, you're not human. "

In the cold and dark castle, on the throne of corpse stabs, when the golden goblet was deformed by the vampire count, the red drink spilled all over the ground.

"Don't be angry, my old friend, our Duke will wake up soon, but within a year, so don't worry."

"When the time comes, Bretonnia will be turned upside down, and you and I will be graced by the Duke."

Pete tried his best to dissuade him. He has absorbed a lot of dimension stones at this moment, and his weak body can only move. He sat beside the throne and used thread to sew a strange monster, like a bat, with a lot of dry bones out of thin air. In the center, the power of disorder is slowly entering it.

Grantset just stood up. "Let your wight mount the horse and bring the sword for me, and I will prove that the honor of Bretonnia is here."

He pointed to his chest. Although he was already a vampire, he was definitely not an unfaithful person. As a knight, he couldn't stand his monarch being humiliated and remained indifferent.

A trace of worry flickered in Pete's eyes, and soon the worry turned into sadness, because his disgusting head had new thoughts. "Yes, my lord, wait for my corpse demon to get the sword, and let those people shut up."

The corpse demon went to the blacksmith shop. After the last battle, the two blood swords left by the Duke have become dull, and now they are being re-sharpened in the cellar.

And this kind of evil thing does not rely on the whetstone to sharpen the blade. I saw ticking in the cellar, and the sound of ticking continued. Several peasant girls were captured by the corpse monster, carrying them like chickens and ducks.

Many people's wrists and necks were completely cut, and the bright red liquid flowed out, and the things gathered into vats soaked the sword blades.

It's like quenching, but it's quenching blood!

And those women have long since lost consciousness. Granset came back to the castle. Up to now, they have been arrested for almost 4 days. The blood shed is all due to...

Thanks to the primordial stone embedded in their chests, the magic power of chaos repaired their bodies in a disorderly manner, so that their souls could sink into the blade better, and their power was enough to cut through the armor of the Bretonnian knights.

The wight spoke. "Throw it away, the "whetstone" is used up, it doesn't matter if you hang it up again, adults need to use it."

A few black knights with little intelligence took out their sword blades. If the corpse monster is the representative of Pete, the black knights are the direct descendants of Grantset. Sheath, like offering to its owner.

The wights took them carefully, even if they were still in the scabbard, their sharpness and preciousness are indescribable.

The corpse demon left, but after only a few intersections, it suddenly pulled out its blade, replaced it with two black blades with the same appearance, and inserted them into it.

Then put the two duke's nameless swords in the box prepared in advance, and hand them over to the white bones at the door. "This is Lord Pete's stuff, send it here."

After washing and changing in this way, the two swords will also change hands.

Waiting for the corpse demon to offer the sword blade, Granset took the scabbard, took out the sword and carefully observed it for a long time, but Pete had already poured the magic power of death into it, and also attached the souls of those girls, Granset unexpectedly forced Shengsheng didn't recognize it.

"Okay, let me cut off those knights and become a member of my black knight army!"

When Grantset left, Pete's eyes showed a trace of reluctance. He had killed many people and cheated many people, but still, he still had not betrayed anyone who was kind to the Duke.

He really couldn't bear it, but if he wanted to revive the Duke of Meroving, his relics were crucial. Now that the castle was no longer safe, the Bretonnians saw it again and could only take the sword away.

"Goodbye, Granset, you don't like to run away, but for Mousillon, sometimes you have to."

He patted the suture monster he made. The monster stood up slowly. Its huge body was 7 meters high, and its body was dripping with thick juice.

It had the same intentions as its master, it picked up the stone platform on which it was just lying on, and slammed it against the wall, boom boom boom!

There was a frightening and frightening movement. The wall with a thickness of 4 meters was completely smashed, and a road enough for people was exposed at the back door of the castle.

The dazzling light sprinkled in the castle, but it made people feel unspeakably lonely.

The corpse monster, the skeleton carried the treasure box where the sword blade was placed, and carried the dimensional stone fragments, and walked out.

Hate also wanted to go out with his family, but Pete said. "You stay. If Earl Granset needs you, then go and help. If you or he survives, go to Musilon to find me."

"If the earl thinks that I'm treacherous and reckless, tell him that it's for the Duke of Meroving."

"Just this one sentence, he won't say much."

The ignorant hatred memorized those words and repeated them with its barely sewn vocal cords before its father left slowly.

At this moment on the plain, Granset looked at his heir with great interest.

"A lady's gift? It's a little bit more interesting, but it's much worse than that green skin."

"By the way, is your scout clear? Where did it go?"

Lord Nok just raised his new sword, pointed at the head of his ancestor, and said bluffingly. "It's dead, I killed it."

Grantset showed a frightening smile, just like a child seeing a funny bug, wanting to dismember and smash it...

　Hee One-Eyed, he's already gone to see Brother Gou, he's already earned 40k
　　
　
(End of this chapter)