Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 199 Beast "The Ancient One"

On the land of Musilon, among the dark soil and twisted trees, on the narrow and slender artificial road, a large number of people wearing rough armor and looking cruel walked in groups. If you look closely, you can still hear those Assholes don't know what a conversation is.

For example, I played with many women yesterday, but most of them had no money to change their socks, and they were so extravagant when they wore thin clothes. There was no doubt that they were a group of desperadoes.

Callard was among them at the moment, wearing a black cloak and walking with this group of desperadoes, what was he doing?Walking with this group of unlucky bastards, are you afraid of being tainted with bad luck and becoming disgusting?

In fact, he was not stuck in evil, but he was here because of Roel's orders, and when Callard recalled Roel's anger he saw on the boat a few days ago, he still shuddered.

As a soldier, he quickly realized that this was not the will of a person who hadn't fought, but a complete, terrifying killing intent like a sharp blade.

At that moment, he understood the importance of that beautiful woman to the lord, and he was mingling in it at the moment. His goal was simple, to find a way to arouse Merovingian's resentment towards the lord, to force him, to force him to submit to the giant. The ship attacked, and then the lord shot and killed him.

But it's easy to say, even today's Karard doesn't have the confidence to face Duke Merovingian!

But the grace of reinvention still needs to be carried out, and he already has a dead intention in his heart. If he can't complete the task, he has to find a way to deal with his stupid relatives, lest he tarnish his family's name.

And now that team is not desperadoes collected by the Duke of Musilon with the gold and silver treasures in his own tomb, and none of us are incapable, but the young man is just greedy for money and evil, and Karard is sure what that guy wants , Calling so few rotten fish and rotten shrimps, what can win?
When Callad's thoughts drifted away, Musilon, who was riding under the horse, looked sideways at his "soldiers".

I am indeed a knight. I lack courage, strength, and sense of responsibility, but I am still young. If I die that time, I must not become a small person.

It just made me feel that the time flies, and the bad things are noisy, and it also makes me care about the new disciple Gerry, who likes and even tires of his answer.

Bell nodded. "Yes, villain, our so-called thing is actually controlled by this bat, wait for your hidden guards to kill our heads!"

If Musilon attacks by himself, I may be able to win, but I will definitely be in a hurry. I may take back the castle, but the servants will be demolished by me.

Damn, Garrard was listening secretly, and cursed inwardly again, that bastard's reasoning is bad for anyone who speaks out of it, just his bastard duke said it!
And Petetley had already walked ten meters away from me, and Callard was still afraid, still talking in his mouth.

"It's really... a blasphemous thing..." I clenched my fists, embedded in the soil, but I couldn't do anything about it. Knights, nobles, I'm shit behind real power!

"Hey hey hey! Slow forward? What is that!"

Wrong, Musilon is completely thinking, and also has the idea of ​​wanting his treasure to belong to the group of refugees. I am just greedy for our flesh and blood.

"How's the spell preparation?" I asked Bel Fonti, Roel's lunatic, the evil night guard, even though I'm just a dog now, an old dog, but I'm still the scariest and most troublesome dog.

Callard is not familiar with such a notorious thing as the Dimensional Stone, but I am too old to have seen the real appearance of this kind of thing. It is only a text description and illustration, and my concept is still muddy enough.

As for the war outside the courtyard, whether the loyal Bilun and Biluntley hindered their master's grand ambitions for the sake of the white knight, the killing outside their hands never stopped, and the sharp breath and the smell of blood filled the outside. .

Did I charge back with these bastards, but now I am hiding in the corner of the manor, watching my brother vigilantly killing Qifang outside the white knight and the living and dead.

But even so, I still cursed. "Master, those things are too advanced as soldiers, you hope you don't have less like-minded knights!"

Bilentelli drew the blade. "It's okay, you take the soldiers to the manor, a group of desperadoes, it's really worth it to recover the lost land!"

And started laughing wildly, Bi Lunren looked at his disciple, I was annoyed, I just kept a straight face, and then suddenly patted my disciple on the shoulder. "Smiling boldly! Not as old as you!"

The strange wind of death blew across every part of the castle. The white knight, the dead, all the horrible things you imagined were revived, and the white manor castle suddenly became silent.

Musilon sighed, I don't think so, but Granset has been beheaded, I am a vampire and cannot be resurrected, but when Musilon casts the spell, he finds that my soul has gone elsewhere!
"Knight, knight is of course bad, but you haven't taken back your castle yet, when this beast is killed by you, let alone a knight, you can take out any weak troops he imagined!"

The bad tone, I am sure that the words came from someone else's mouth, I am afraid that there is no credibility, but that person is the Duke of Death who once united Bretonnia, so people dare to take it seriously!
Callard was delighted by the laughter of his relatives, and the mortal team became confused because of this. My confidence was confirmed again, and I subconsciously touched my waist. I felt this round but not hot iron. , I feel inexplicably at ease...

"Mom! Ah!"

But as soon as I got up, I heard the voice in front of me shouting. "elder brother."

But then I was startled again, because the main entrance of the castle, the moat of about tens of meters, the Duke actually jumped down and cut off the iron chain, the bridge gate rumbled down, kicking up dust, the Duke broke the iron chain with all his might. The railing door abruptly tore a road.

Bell also yelled. "It's really bad luck not to have a colleague like him. When you are successful and famous, let's drink blood together!"

Only crazy guys like Pittley, Granset, and Belfonti can't understand me and worship me.

And "food" is such a low-end thing, it is naturally a pure dude, or a haughty knight, eating our blood may make my stomach feel better.

After listening to Petitley, he also felt refreshed. When Duke Bilunren returned to his original position, these former weak lords and nobles were also bad, and they would all crawl on the soles of my feet!

I thought so, and since I suppressed my emotions for a while, I laughed aloud, but the terrible sound echoed in the forest, which only made people feel creepy!
"Here we come..." It uttered words, and it seemed to be quite intelligent, but its body was rather wild and terrifying, and the terrifying ancient man didn't end his consciousness, so he felt that what happened today would happen. .

Cut off the chain!Jumped tens of meters? !

It seems that Meroving has made someone fall in love with this thing again...

I said in a hoarse voice. "There is already a problem. When those so-called things die, they will become your corpse monsters. The spells are all melted into the marching food. We are not free soldiers!"

If you want to blame, blame our greed... It is desire that made us step into the trap, and now it has become someone else's blade, and these bad soldiers, how could Bi Lunren let go? When did you know when, a group of white armor The corpse demon has stood in front of these people, attacking from back to front.

"Do you think," replied Billantelli, "that there is no bat wolf that is my opponent."

The things that can be seen retreated into the castle like a file, crawling and running, but when the mortal things retreated into the manor, they discovered that our enemy was not the so-called corpse, but a white knight in full armor. Eyes glowing blue.

These are the sighs of the so-called desperadoes who are still here. "Wow, my little one has great skills and weak strength!"

Like a meat grinder, these desperadoes died very slowly, and then were pulled up to charge the enemy. Seeing such a tragic situation, Karard's stomach was turned upside down.

That is to say, as a duke, Musilon's wisdom and force are beyond the reach of ordinary people, but his arrogance, paranoia, and madness are far beyond the state of human beings.

Callard was doing something sneaky like that, and I took a deep breath, thinking it was all for the Bretonnians.

Is it Moore or the Man of the Lake?I'm vague, but I just feel it's a pity out of thin air, 100 years have passed, my old friend and enemy, now only the old Bell who was an apprentice in the past is left!
But my judgment was wrong. That piece of dimensional stone is an important material for Musilon's army expansion. I will definitely get it, enough for Musilon to actively chase and try to kill me!
When the first person reacted, all the white knights had awakened, and the blades counterattacked, and these desperadoes fled without knowing it, it was too late!
Although it claims to be Musilon's predecessor or something, it still fears the power of its former master, and its century-old rule is about to come...?

Those eight people are abnormal things at all, and we can expect that we have no so-called human emotions, but our friendship, even family affection, cannot be refuted. Sometimes that inhuman thing is human nature in a strange place. !

"Look at this, it's so bad, it's so quiet, your former soldiers have come here loyally, but unfortunately now we believe in the wrong person, you want us to wake up, it's a matter of who is the master."

Did Bi Lunren continue to watch the theater? I stepped into my manor, I woke up, and now I have to collect the rent, I warned my disciples. "Don't kill too few. The loss is yours. When you kill this thing, we will all be his soldiers."

Galad couldn't help but sigh, how did the heroes who killed me kill that monster? !

And the first scene that my eyes can touch is Musilon swinging his sword like a dance, beheading these attacking things, are these... ghouls?Are these servants of the Old Ones?
Petetley's voice is still hoarse, and his face is even worse. Before the desperado outside the courtyard died, I noticed that there were only a few living people, and it was actually my brother!
Petitley had allegedly beheaded a White Knight. "That's right, master, do you see that we are weak?"

Puff puff puff puff, the sharp knife penetrated into the flesh, and we who died very slowly turned into dead zombies, biting back again, the people in front were startled and said yes.

At this moment, the huge "bat" in the castle is standing upside down under the small hall. It is resting, but at that time of peace, it suddenly opened its eyes, red pupils, and a small body. Smaller and more terrifying.

And the team staggered back, and we also arrived at the destination of that place, the small white marble, the low-hanging green moon, the amazing but terrifying spikes, not counting the dead people digging underground, surrounded by Working in the manor of the castle, the dark wind can be seen with the naked eye, and a healthy person will suffer from a minor illness if he is blown by it.

After all, a white horse stepped out, and the sharp white wind blew across the castle manor, and the blade split the iron fence.

"Hee hee hee~ That's awesome!"

These are the dead servants who retreated after me.

"Brothers, slow down, the castle doesn't look like there are many gold and silver treasures!"

Petetley has very little opinion on the group of rotten fish and rotten shrimps. I am also the furthest away from the team. I always feel that there is nothing I hate outside the team, but it is a strange thing. As a newborn vampire, I know how to describe it. The feeling is suppressed in the heart.

Musilon spoke earnestly. "Accumulate soil to form mountains, gather towers to form sand, gather human resources, what is the direction of the heart!"

But we are forced to be merciful to our future soldiers, so we can only be vigilant about removing our seven limbs, so as not to use them in the past.

Karad couldn't help but be frightened by the terrible place, even the local Roel's eyesight is a forbidden place, there is no doubt that it is a forbidden place, because it is the residence of wild beasts, the residence of beasts called the ancients!

But that was not the Underworld, but the former Musilon Castle, the home of Duke Roel!

But it will yield!
"What monsters are those?!"

"His master is dying," Callard said to Petitley, who was close at hand.

For the first time, Garrard realized that it is so complicated to kill these monsters by one person, and then I realized that what I was looking at was definitely a human being!

——The dialogue between the two brothers of Calad during the retreat duel of Musilon.

And Karard thinks that the difference is less, I need to stir up something, lest the matter is not completed, I need to arouse the enemy's desire...

Duke Musilon rode across the plain on horseback. Sensitive, I quickly discovered such a silent welcome, and shouted to my hand again.

I looked around for seven weeks, and the most precious thing there was probably not... the dark green stone in the necromancer's hand. Every time I cast a spell, I have to lift this terrible gem.

Bi Lunren is a simple person. I can't be merciful to bastards like Gransett, Pittley, and even Bell, but for those who are incompetent and purely evil, our value is just "props" or "props" in my eyes. "arms".

In the past few days, my vision, desire, and joy have all increased day by day. It turns out that the so-called Star of Bretonnia is just me watching the sky from a well!

(End of this chapter)