Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 178 The King of Bretonnia

The tone of the skeleton is strange, he is like a kind old man to his children, and also like a strict teacher to his students.

But there is no doubt that his tone only expresses one thing, that he is an elder, and he is stronger than you and you.

But Roel felt that he had already forgotten that he was a dead person with such a tone?Although Roel is not considered a knight, he is also the lord of one side, and such "mocking" can be accommodated there.

In other words, if he didn't dare to fight, would his subordinates regard him as something "unable to stand up" below?

"Challenge, duel? How old are you, don't you have osteoporosis?" Roel rubbed the barrel of the gun, but in the eyes of the old skeleton knight, this thing was just a strange-looking spear.

It doesn't matter to him, he is just a farmer, although it is interesting, he will only become one of the undead under his sword.

"Using a spear, what a peasant, come on!"

They opened the distance, and Nok began to count down with ease, as a signal for a duel, the distance was only 200 meters, which was only an instant for a horse to charge.

But 100 meters away, the gun is fast, within 100 meters, the gun is accurate and fast!
When the system skill was activated, Roel's eyes turned a frightening scarlet, and the huge power and his conscious driving magic wind attached the death power to the projectile.

When the roaring gunpowder smoke was filled with thick fog, the system increased again and again, making the projectile domineering and powerful. The Skeleton Knight was a person 700 years ago, so he has seen such a thing.

He was still charging, when he saw this thing attacking him head-on, hide?Does he need to hide from peasant things? !

Get over it!
When the projectile sank into his armor, he knew and felt that this thing can't hold on!

But the projectile has already penetrated into the blue flame of his wobbling soul!
The undead killer, the battle flag, equipment, and the lady's gift, the system or everything he snatched behind him are all in the bullet. For Roel, the so-called respect for the TM powerhouse is nothing more than this one shot.

Those who can take it by force are undoubtedly the powerful characters who have reached the level of legendary lords!

The Necromancer just felt his head dizzy, he was about to go out, was he going to "go out"?
Will he be killed by the peasant's shooting?Will he be killed by this immoral and unenlightened thing? !
"Ha!" Miserable, miserable laughter echoed on the plain, he won't fall because of this thing, he still has something to do to get revenge!
He remembered, he remembered!
700 years ago, that Merovingian boy used his fangs to tear open his forehead and drink blood!

He woke up this time because he wanted revenge, he wanted to kill that damned thing!

The knight stabilized the body, amazing, is there anything else Roel's projectile can't kill?Is it really a Necromancer?Or something else! ?

But Roel started laughing, this is the most interesting thing, much more interesting than changing documents while sitting in the office!
He raised his gun barrel, and the knight held his sword sideways. The traces left by Merovingen and Roel on the knight's helmet merged at this moment.

"Kill, kill, kill!" He has returned to the banquet that day, with grotesque servants, dangling lights, and candles made of human oil, his anger has been mobilized again.

The appearance of the peasant in front of him has overlapped with that of Merovingian. "Kill, kill, kill! How can you play with my people!"

In the eyes of the king, what about Musilon, and what about other leaders?So what about knights, what about peasants, you bloody vampire, get the hell out of Bretonnia!

Roel didn't know where the anger came from. He looked at the menacing skeleton, what's wrong, he thought I didn't do well?Have I treated the Bretonnians badly?
The blades of the two alternated, Roel pressed the trigger, a violent explosion appeared, the blade of the skeleton was bright, the flames ignited, and the Holy Grail overflowed with light.

The human eyes could not see clearly, only the horses ran a long way, and the two fell off the horses neatly. A large wound was cut on Roel's chest by the blade, and the remains of the Holy Grail Knight, or The remains of the king had been bombarded like charcoal.

The two fell off the horse, got up again, supported their bodies with their own weapons, and walked towards the opposite side.

Nock's tall body stopped in the middle, and a bright voice shouted. "enough!"

At this moment, the two of them came back to their senses, this is not a battlefield...

Roel clutched his chest in hindsight, and his bones were almost falling apart, but they sat on the ground without cursing each other.

Roel said. "You are amazing, are you interested in coming to work under me, I will give you 60 gold coins a month."

said the skeleton. "You are the boy. After I kill the enemy, do you want to come to my Bretonnia to be the Duke?"

Roel said. "Your Bretonnia?"

Skeleton replied. "mine!"

Alimara pulled to her master and bandaged the wound cherishedly, but for Roel, this level was just a small wound in countless battles!

The bones were also approached by other undead, and the loyal servant took out his own bone meal and rubbed it on the remains of the Holy Grail.

Compared to this, Roel cared more. "The current king is Lawn Leo Cornwall, the Lionheart King, the Duke of Colony!?"

The skeleton was stunned, he slowly looked at his palm, and for the first time he found that his hand had no flesh...

he is?King of Bretonnia??
"Ha..." After a while, he looked up again.

"So what, if he is not kind, or has no martial virtue, such as Bretonnia being trampled by demons, so what if I come to take this position again?"

"Compared to this, where is Musilon's Duke Meroving? He is not human!"

Roel replied. "He is dead. He set off a rebellion, was counterattacked by the three duchies, and was beheaded by the Holy Grail knight."

"Pordereau, Colony, Lyones!"

The skeleton shouted first. "Death... It's good to die, it's good to die!"

The knight immediately fell into thinking again, if he is dead, he still has nothing to do, why should he wake up, he should be by the lady's side...

There was a smile on his bony cheeks, the bones were dislocated in joy, he was sure, that kid Merovingian was still alive and well!

He could ask the taste, he could feel the disgust.

"Boy, we're a tie. You provide me with castle materials and workers to maintain my armor. I'll help you resist those disgusting green skins. How about those with hooves?"

Roel was sitting on the ground, enjoying the help of Miss Alimara, and he was even happier hearing this sentence, material?As long as you don't let him out, it doesn't matter how much material you have!
"Of course I would! But I want you to swear, on behalf of ladies and knights, that you will never attack my lands."

The skeleton cursed. "I look down on your place!" But he still said, I swear on my blood and my breath!Although he was long gone, Roel believed there was still something else in him, something great.

　Gradually berserk?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)