Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 155

The bushes were as quiet as the land, buried on the plains of Bretonnia, buried with a few brave and lucky people, Roel hid inside, buried by vegetation.

But it's not a good experience, especially after the bush has been corrupted by evil forces for decades, the smell is that rotting leaves have people buried in it.

Elena held her nose, her slender nerves and sensitive body couldn't bear such a feeling, but she came anyway, because it meant whether she could go home or not.

She pinched her nose and lowered her voice, a little funny and stupid, but no one thought her proposal was wrong.

"Further west, or we will be discovered."

The atmosphere on the battlefield in the distance was frozen, making people feel mentally broken. Even if the sun was shining on the ground, the land still exuded the breath of death. The black knight walked out of the castle and confronted the knight of the kingdom behind Nock.

"Lina, did you kill it?" Grantett drew out the blade, and the sharp hum shook the air.

Nock held a greatsword, which was almost half his size, but compared to Duke Merovingian's weapon, it was only a toy.

"That's right, she confused the baron, killed him, manipulated the dead, and polluted life."

Grantset spread his arms out, mouthing the others. "My daughter, she has paid too much for me and us!"

"Without her, you would not have been born in this family, I can smell your guilt!"

"Don't hide it, Granset, all Granset knows! If she hadn't betrayed her body, how would your status and honor have been passed down to this day?"

"Vampires are the backbone of the Grantset family, you stupid guy, now, you are gifted by that lady, and you can no longer join me."

"Go to hell and become the sacrifice of Duke Meroving!"

Nock cursed. "Your so-called honor is to treat the living as social animals, regard Moore and the lady as false, and make your heirs displaced?"

"The duke you worship, the world you long for, the Bretonnia you hope for, will never come!"

The first-generation Granset who scolded him broke his defenses. Why didn't he know that the longer he lived, the clearer the close relationship between Bretonnia and the wood elves, the empire, and the Green Knight and Bartor's son. It is impossible to reverse everything.

At least not until the Duke came again, Granset's teeth bared, his face contorted with rage, like Batwolf's.

Abnormal swelling of muscles. "Stop talking nonsense, mortal!"

He rode angrily and attacked with a sword. Nock dared to touch it head-on, so he could only rely on his extremely fast reaction speed to avoid it. Granset's blade grazed the air and made a buzzing sound.

The air was held abruptly, and the plate armor was cut, leaving a hole in Nok's waist, and traces of red blood spilled out.

The attacks and evasions of the two were so fast that neither the mortal horse nor the undead horse could keep up. They tore each other almost motionless.

The blades crossed each other, but there was not necessarily the sound of metal touching, and they moved at an extremely fast speed. In the eyes of ordinary people, the two of them were almost as if they were dancing ballroom dancing with weapons on horseback.

But in any case, the gap in experience is too big, and 700 years is not something that blessings can make up for!

There are more and more cracks on Nok's armor. Although the armor is not as strong as the body for the existence of the Holy Grail Knight, it is still a solid defense.

In contrast, Granset seemed to be able to handle with ease, and the blade of the sword bloomed like a flower.

"How, how, my offspring, stupid fellow!"

He was still in the mood to chat, but Nock was already sweating profusely, and the intensity of the battle that could make the Holy Grail Knight so tired was amazing.

The strength, speed, and responsiveness are all beyond the reach of human beings. Roel is hiding in the grass, but his eyes are constantly shaking at an extremely fast speed.

Did he see clearly?
The person who noticed this problem was Elena, because of her elf's reflexes and eyesight, she was able to focus on the entire battle, but Roel?

"Can you see clearly?"

"Can you see clearly? What's the problem, what's wrong?"

Roel didn't understand the situation at all, he was just paying attention to the battle, waiting for Nora to open the distance, the whole army could shoot.

Elena only felt her scalp go numb. "You can't see clearly? No, how can you pay attention to the battle." The more she described it, the weirder it became. Fortunately, Roel was smart enough to notice it.

"Hmm... I don't know either." Roel frowned, but silently commented in his heart, the system didn't list all the effects of the blessing?

At this moment, Sir Nock's gauntlets were cracked, and his helmet was completely cracked, and he was at a disadvantage, with disheveled hair...

"Bastard..." His mail armor had been cut open, his hair fell casually in front of his face, his body was wet with sweat, and he was out of breath.

In front of the powerful Blood Knight, the so-called Holy Grail is just a mortal. In contrast, Granset is full of vigor, and the dark bloodthirsty sword reflects bright red under the light.

"Stupid guy, if you don't become the Holy Grail Knight, I might save your life and make you my servant."

"You didn't kill that green skin, tell me, who did it?"

Nock wiped his sweat. "Who? Do you want to know that much?"

"Ha...you're lonely? You like playing with that beast, don't you? The vampire count and his green-skinned pet!"

Granset was angry at first, and then quickly recovered. He had already put away his distorted frightened face during the battle, and returned to his usual cold face.

"Really, did you sneak attack the armless orc? Isn't it you or the guy who used gunpowder?"

"You are like this. You talk about benevolence and morality, and finally make the best use of what you have. The so-called chivalry, the so-called benevolence, you are not even willing to give alms to real servants."

"You regard me as what I must do and treat people as animals, why don't you?"

Nock gasped, he couldn't refute, was he really wrong?But things are never binary, is he all right?
"Bastard, you don't need chivalry to deal with you."

He tapped the horse's belly with his leg, and the spur spurred the horse to pull away suddenly, and the horse galloped away, many meters away, while the Grantset was still tasting the words.

"You don't need chivalry?"

He suddenly felt the killing intent in the words, and immediately wanted to drive the undead horse, trying to move quickly.

But after a while, there were gunshots from the western bushes, hot lead, and longbows densely pierced through his plate armor and stuck on his chest.

Grantset spat out a mouthful of blood. "Ha...ha, this is me, I won, heads-up..." He clutched his chest, his armor and body were recovering, but Nok charged forward on horseback, before his ancestor recovered!
"Die! Demon!"

　I forgot to type the name of the posting chapter and I can’t change it after posting it (embarrassing)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)