Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 176 The Real Holy Grail Remains

Consciousness is cloudy, the journey is far away, the knight doesn't understand why his body is creaking like a fleshless skeleton.

Fear is in the night, the faith is unknown, and the knight does not understand why the peasants he guards fear it and go away.

A hundred years have passed, and the road has turned around. The knight doesn't understand how long he has slept.

When his chaotic consciousness followed the wind of death to lead a meaningless wandering in the territory of Bretonnia, the pilgrims who followed him formed a long line at some point, but they dared not approach the reactivated hero.

The lady's boon faded in the darkness as the evil wind entered his bones, and when the Grail Knight rose again, he was both the miracle Bretonnians longed for and the root of Musilon's curse.

The belief of the pilgrims formed a terrifying team. Under the leadership of the bones, the demons were destroyed, but no one could awaken the knight's ego.

For the reactivated knights, no matter those peasants deliberately keeping a distance, or those demons that have always existed, in the flames of his soul, only the appearance of himself and his handsome horse 700 years ago flashed.

The blond knight was full of radiance, walking on the plains of Bretonnia, everyone sang and cheered triumphantly, he only needed to swing, slash, and breathe as before.

The flames of the soul flickered, and the team passed through Musilon all the way. The evil lords everywhere trembled at this hero, and the kind but oppressed peasants in the village knelt on the ground, bathing in the light from the corpse.

It was grotesque.

When the corpse stepped out of Musilon, those grotesque Musilon pilgrims stopped, knelt on the edge of the swamp, bowed their heads and prayed for another miracle.

On the road that the remains walked, the Musilon soil that had not grown flowers and plants for a hundred years revived again. The evil lord no longer dared to approach the village beside the road, and the skeleton just continued to move forward.

The wind of death and the wind of life resounded in its soul like a Colosseum, the curse of Musilon's necromancer and the gift of the goddess of the lake biting.

Both life mages and necromancers have lingering fears of it, and lords, whether it is the evil mousillon demon or the sea lord of Bretonnia, keep farmers away from him.

But he still kills, he still pursues evil, because he lives for it.

The beasts fled, the green skins were terrified, and the undead were at peace. This abnormal Holy Grail remains stepped across half of Bretonnia, and came to Roel's territory. A burst of words followed the dead wind into his mind.

His hoarse throat spat out human words for the first time. "Protect, human..."

The flames of his soul suddenly burned fiercely, the blade flashed again, and the light of his body made the horse on his crotch look like a living thing.

The knight's soul did not leave, but was bound to this poor body. His eyes were burning again, and he thanked the person who sent out this gust of magic wind from the bottom of his heart.

He spit out a mouthful of ashes, his rattling body became even bigger, and he rode quickly towards the source of the gust of wind, passing through the forest, crossing the hills, and before arriving at the fishing village.

When his blade cut into the green-skinned flesh again, here, the whole battlefield was quiet, but he didn't have a trace of fear.

"Being a man, the people are for people, life and death, the people are for you." He spoke to the skeleton?

He spoke to that skeleton!
The blade of the sword opened the cage lock of the skeleton, and the metal hit was like a hemp rope!And the skeleton knelt down at his feet in a humane and terrified manner.

Silent, surprised, is this the Holy Grail knight or the undead, is it a corpse or a hero?

The two tall and short idiots were frightened and collapsed to the ground. The guards pointed their bows and arrows at the knight vigilantly. Only the elderly villager looked at the corpse in horror and couldn't help but kneel down.

They've all had years and seen the light of a true Grail Knight, no doubt about it.

"He is the Holy Grail Knight!" When a person shouted these words, the guards no longer dared to draw their bows. Even if it was a dead spirit, the skeleton of the Holy Grail Knight would not allow them to target them.

The Skeleton King just raised the silver-glowing blade, and the two tall and short idiots were terrified and closed their eyes.

But he only felt a trace of warmth sprinkled on his face, Gao said. "The dwarf is dead... the dwarf is dead..."

said the dwarf. "The tall ones are over...the tall ones are over..." When they opened their eyes, only one green-skinned head was severed, and the body fell in front of them, with blood staining their cheeks.

The Grail Knight, or the Grail Remains?
He just showed his hoarse voice and shouted. "Go away."

It may be that stupid people have stupid luck, but there is no doubt that they are very lucky.

Next, a large number of green skins in the forest came covering the sky and the sun. They held crude weapons and flowed disgusting blood. The bodies of the remains of the Holy Grail rattled and roared, as if their love for war had penetrated into their bones.

His sword shone brightly, like flames, and the handsome horse would never tire again, running like lightning through the ranks of goblins, the screams of the greenskins and the sound of their simple weapons cracking.

Wherever the bones went, the horseshoes trampled on the broken green-skinned bodies, imported and severed their souls, and the one-sided massacre began. The guards and peasants watched in amazement, and all knelt beside the city wall, not daring to show any disrespect to them. .

When the green body fell to the ground, it was enough to become a river, enough to destroy countless villages. The huge green skin group was slaughtered by him alone, but the skeleton still felt that it was not enough, so he rode sideways and ran towards the forest. There was a roar, which quickly turned into a scream.

Only countless kneeling peasants were left, staring blankly at the distant light gradually dissipating in the forest.

At dinner time at night, there were two brothers, one tall and one short, in the tavern. They would not comment on the affairs between the lords, nor did they like gossip, nor would they discuss how Lord Roel would make money next.

They only say one thing.

"The light was shining that day, and the remains of the Holy Grail were like the return of a king. All the bones and skeletons fell to the ground, and the peasants bowed down." Gao sang.

"The land is wet with green skin and blood, and the forest is filled with screams of beasts. I have seen his bravery. He was definitely a celebrity in his lifetime!" the short man added.

Everyone in the tavern was laughing and bustling, pointing at the two crazy brothers and cursing.

"Didn't you still believe that skeletons helped humans last time? Why do you say that the remains of the Holy Grail slaughtered the enemies of mankind today? We all know that the remains were dragged by those pilgrims with bad heads!"

The tall and the short shouted together. "Returning after a hundred years is only for the king. The bones are shining, but the light is still there. If you don't believe it, go to the dense forest, hide and dodge, push away the bushes, the land of fear, the glory flashes, the king comes again, even though he is a bone, his courage will not change, even if he is a dead spirit , the righteousness remains unchanged, although it is no longer there, it will make a comeback!"

　Is Bretonnian orthodoxy a necromancer?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)