Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 196 Merovingian Champion
As the former Lord of Musilon, it is not difficult for him to pretend to be a kingdom knight who is proficient in noble affairs, even simple.

The Kingdom Knights represent strength, powerful strength, enough to be recognized to protect one side of the force. Generally speaking, such contests, except for the martial idiots of Lord Nok, rarely have Lords who become Kingdom Knights to participate, so He is a dark horse. He has not played once so far, and he can use the runner-up position to compete with Bertley.

And in the eyes of this young knight, the so-called kingdom knight is just a dead man, a stubborn old thing. At the beginning, Bertley only had his brother in his eyes, and Karard was the only opponent. .

But now the proud he saw that this bastard didn't come to fight him without riding a horse?
This is no longer an insult, because the premise of an insult is to be seen!

The old thing didn't think of him as a knight at all!Just a lady on a horse!
"You... you bastard! Hurry up and get on the horse, wait for my lance to break your neck and blow your head away, don't you say I'm invincible?"

Merovingian showed a playful expression. "Victory is not martial? No, no, I just want to make the duel fairer."

The arena is not without spectators. On the contrary, even a baby in its infancy knows the importance of a horse to a knight. There are many discussions. Some people think that the knight wants to commit suicide, and some people think that it is Merovingian who wants to give up the victory. , but no one dares to guess, it is a result that even dare not guess.

That is the Merovingian will win.

Bertley raised his gun and charged without mercy, the wind howled in his ears, cheers and blood were the same, he raised his gun, and the horse was galloping like it was about to fall apart. There is no doubt that Merovingian's life would be destroyed. Dissipate here...

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Merovingian was not in a hurry, he just turned sideways, and the knight moved the muzzle of his gun along with his vitals, but after a while, he found that his gun had pierced Merovingian, but there was no corpse piercing through it.

Soon, Bertley realized that something was wrong, what kind of witchcraft is this?
Everyone on the field was amazed. "My God, has he worn it?"

And here only Bertley's brother can see clearly, he didn't pass through, but didn't move.

When he was traveling, he heard a theory from an imperialist that the human eye has a speed limit, and he expressed that existence by turning pages and drawing.

As he flipped the pages, the simple drawings of the scholar in his eyes all rose up, and there was no doubt that the knight's armored body was so fast?
And the range of his body adjustment is very low, in other words, he completely judged where his younger brother would attack him, so that he dared to play such a trick.

Psychology, physiology, matter, and thoughts all fell below. If it was Karard himself, he felt that he would definitely run away!

Thinking of this, he felt a little uneasy, and grabbed his own sword, wanting to leave, but found that his legs were already weak.

At this moment, Bertley looked at Duke Meroving behind him without any problems, and fell into long thoughts.

But Duke Meroving walked over quickly. The "magic" just now surprised Bertley so much that he didn't dare to charge at will. Mao, the knights in full armor were afraid to approach him, but no one dared to laugh at his misery, because they had also seen that kind of witchcraft.

Bertley cursed. "You evil wizard, don't come here!"

Duke Merovingian waved his hand. "Wizard? Did you see me cast a spell? I just stood there doing nothing."

Bertley looked at the strange knight and raised his weapon again.

In his heart, Meroving gave the knight a higher evaluation, but only in terms of recklessness.

Soon Bertley charged, and Merovingian repeated his old tricks. Experience, speed, and the witchcraft produced were absolutely impossible for mortals to decipher.

But Meroving soon realized that the gun was aimed at him this time!

what's the situation? !

Bertley charged with his eyes closed at this moment, relying entirely on intuition, blood, and luck. He hoped that this stupid behavior could break the so-called witchcraft. There is no doubt that it may be the result of experience, or it may be true Fortunately, he successfully "locked" the Duke's real vitals.

But now, the problem has come to Meroving. If he makes a move, he will expose the abnormality of his vampire power. If he eats it, he will never die, and he will heal quickly, which will also be exposed.

Then he has only one choice, draw the sword and cut off the lance, but he has already said that he will not draw the sword.

After the triple choice, Meroving pulled out his sword a moment later and picked it up with a sharp blade. Bertley's spear was actually cut off in the middle. This is the spear in the charge!

Beltley felt that the weapon in his hand had changed, but he wasn't sure what the change was. He wondered if he had pierced the enemy, but after a while, the huge cheers in his ear called another person's name, Moroen...

He opened his eyes and found that the gun in his hand was half gone. He was startled and terrified, but at this moment Meroving raised his hand.

"I used the sword, I lost, I admit defeat."

The sudden change has silenced the place, and the knight who is so powerful that he can be crushed actually surrendered?

What everyone didn't know was that Merovingian had already selected his championship prize.

Bertley was restless. In the lounge, he lowered his head. He really couldn't understand what happened just now. He looked in fear at Meroving whose thigh was hammered by a servant in the distance.

Only his elder brother came and said something meaningful. "You are still alive, it is really a lady's blessing."

But in Bertley's ears, this sentence was extra, extra mocking.

"Do you think you can win? If I live, I will take my life?" He didn't accept this so-called perfect brother. Although the brotherly love is usually deep, this kind of feeling broke out completely at this moment. Of course, Meroving's death magic power infected him. Chivalry reasons.

The forces of Chaos can easily change mortals.

Callard was speechless, he couldn't refute it, it was what it was, he just said it. "If I go up, I may be dead."

But Bertley couldn't stand it, and they soon started a championship game, a brother war, and there was no doubt that the brother won, again.

When Karard accepted the gift, the sword of Galan, the distraught runner was ignored, and Beltley had experienced it too many times.

He hid in the tavern and spent a few pennies to get drunk, but at this moment Meroving walked in here.

"Do you need my strength?"

Bertley said dirty and drunk. "Go to my brother, he is even more powerful."

Meroving just secretly showed the fangs at the corner of his mouth, and there was another sentence. "You have better potential than your brother..."

This is the first time Bertelli has heard someone praise him rather than his brother...

And... are these vampire teeth? !

(End of this chapter)