Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 202 "Evil" Duke Merovingian
The atmosphere was dull, the blood spilled by the ancients hadn't been cleaned up, dead things were shuttling around the castle, Merovingian sat on the throne with his hands on his forehead.

In the hall, the remains of the headless knight were placed in the glass coffin, and Bertley was still sleeping beside his master. It has been two months since Merovingian has been weak. Diluted, the haze filled Bretonnia.

Pete walked up to him and said. "Master, a new knight has arrived."

Merovingian replied. "I'm tired, but I can't stop, I'm giving my precious kisses to things I despise."

"I can feel the power draining away, but for my disciples, I need the power of those fools."

Pete replied sadly. "Fear not, my poor master, look at them, look at them, ready and well armed, their armor shining like silver in the moonlight."

"They won't be useless, and soon, we'll be tasting stupid human blood."

Merovingian asked. "Are you sure it's him?"

Pete nods. "Yes, my lord."

"Under Verena's lighthouse, I met him once. The smell of black powder lingered in my nostrils, and the pain of my body tore my soul."

"Master, don't forget Mr. Grantset."

Duke Meroving suddenly stood up. "Don't say it, don't say it, it doesn't matter what you say or what others say. Everything I do is for the rise of Musilon."

"But even if I sacrifice myself, I can't bear the death of those who chase me!"

"Why does fate hinder me so much?"

Pete drew back the curtains, and light poured down from the sky. "Don't think, my master, go to fight!"

Fluorescent lights flashed outside the window. Dozens of blood knights were ready to go. They knocked on their weapons and clanked.

"My lord, my lord, you can do it!"

The shocking voice echoed in the castle. No one would doubt or be surprised that he did it because he was Merovingian.

Duke of Mousillon!

The cold wind has arrived, and the blood echoes. In the dark forest, the castle and the ancient story are opened again. Who is not a part of this history now?

People became like ghosts, and ghosts became like people again. Man-eating things crawled out of the tombs, and a terrifying atmosphere and magic floated on the plains of Bretonnia.

"It's been 700 years, and the time is ripe for resentment and grievances to be settled. Seize the moment, start now, and don't let Musilon's land continue to be squandered." The blood knight knelt on one knee and said sincerely to his master.

Pete followed suit. "I dream that the story of the past can continue, and now you break open the grave, stupid people think that black powder and faith can hinder you?"

"Your disciple, Bertley is a great man. The young man is talented and intelligent. He could have inherited your mantle, but now he was killed by his brother."

"Blood in the land, but you can't miss your chance! You can't miss your chance!"

"The shells of that great ship can pry open the gates of any city in Bretonnia, and the inhabitants of it will be your knights. Stand up, you shall stand up!"

Duke Meroving covered his forehead, telling them to silence. "I will, I will, but I am not evil, but everyone thinks I am wrong, no one understands my grand plans, maybe I am really wrong, our servants, if you are going to be wiped out, I hope You can run very fast."

Pete and the Blood Knight answered in unison. "Of course, my master!"

The scarlet pupils shine brightly at night, disturbing the living and unable to sleep peacefully. They will seize the opportunity, tear their necks open, let go of blood, and set off a hurricane.

In the forest of Poldero, the skeletons are on their way, the eyes of the king of the dead are shining with blue flames, revenge and resentment continue, and the 700 years of things are almost coming to an end.

He longed for his sword to taste the blood of vampires, even if he had to travel across the ocean and experience pain, but so what.

"I will fulfill my oath, which was the wish to protect Bretonnia a hundred years ago. If those demons continue to torture, I will come like light."

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He was talking to himself. "I still owe Meroving. His bravery and resistance defeated the Ratman and hindered the elves, but I will face the heroes of Bretonnia with swords."

He looked at his own people now, empty bones without souls, just following him, he was not sure what he was, human or monster?

Such as an empty soul will still cry, the former king is already crying because of loneliness and pain, but he can't do it, war is painful, grievances will not be settled, looking for a crazy world, no one can escape.

Merovingian's weak body in the castle felt that his old friend was still there, and he had only recently settled down to touch that damn smell.

He looked into the distance, feeling more and more clearly in his heart, his friend is looking for him, this is not a pleasant meeting but a party to decide who destroys each other.

The ancient lily emblem showed a strange blue light under the moonlight. With so many messy things, the evil duke was already tired. In the remaining days, he needed to resume the burden of making blood knights as soon as possible, and face the war with the best state.

Ready the weapon, get on the horse, Makai and the saddle are still there, the Duke of Mousillon will only feel the familiar habit when he faces the war, and he will only feel the habit when he faces the eyes of hatred.

That's how the Skaven saw him, and so did the elves, and so did his Bretonnian brethren, and he'd come the way he'd been without complaint, and he'd drink his blood to avenge his revenge, gathering strength enough to deliver a fatal blow to his enemies.

He was so successful, so wise, strong as a viper, he brushed over the throne, he saw visions of Bretonnia in flames.

"Come on, knights of the new era, let me compare the gap between you and the guys of my era?"

The blood knights rode their horses, the skeletons prepared their weapons, and the zombies also used them to store strategic materials. The bats that covered the sky followed the legion like dark clouds, and the sun was covered by the monsters. The villages and cities that the legion passed by were evil or good. Everything was looted.

The day cannot shelter mortals, knights cannot triumph, and terrible monsters slay civilians because someone angered the Duke of Musilon.

Blood flowed from the tile houses, screams continued in the castle, today is the hell of the Musilonians, no matter if it is a beast man or a green skin or anything else, it has to be detoured by the angry duke, wherever the dark army goes, the flowers dry up , the green grass dissipates.

The eyes of Duke Meroving on the horse were scarlet and scary, and the black armor looked like something out of this world. They headed east all the way to destroy everything until the head of the disciple Bertley returned.

The haze-like dark clouds could be seen clearly from several miles away. Roel was on the deck with his hands behind his back, watching the wooden spear being raised. The peasants would not be afraid, and the knight had polished his sword.

Callard came to him and asked the question he had been having for months.

"My lord, you are full of martial arts, brave and smart, only 19 years old, recognized by ladies, surrounded by knights, why do you still challenge evil again and again?"

"As I guessed correctly, this ship was definitely not built for activities in Bretonnia, where is your heart?"

Roel's expectations for this knight are not bad. He is smart and powerful, and his loyalty and morality are better than most people. He will become his own help, so he spoke.

"When the world was still glacial and snowy, the Old Sages came here. They brought wisdom and life, melted the ice and snow, and created the world. Slan, elves, dwarves, humans, ogres, and halflings."

"What you see and love is all their experiments, but no one knows what they are going to do. Then chaos invades, demons appear, evil and destructive forces defile the land, and the old saints leave."

"There is no doubt that this world is doomed, because the Old Ones have seen it, but we can't do anything about it. Such prophetic vision has always troubled me, and you probably don't believe it."

Callad's mouth was open and could not be closed again. This cannot be true. The world should be created by the gods, not some Old One. "Then, Moore, Saria, Lady of the Lake?"

Roel pressed his lips. "Enough is enough, you don't need to know more, human history is too short, and what we recognize is too short."

Callard, after all, has read a lot of poetry and books, so he walked around the spot twice.

"If all this is true, then..."

Roel didn't answer any more, just turned around and walked to the artillery floor to study how to shell the enemy next.

Lord Nok heard it clearly early on, and he came with a training sword. "continue."

Callard asked dumbfoundedly. "Your Excellency, you also know?"

Nock rubbed the tip of his nose. "He invited me on board a long time ago, I didn't expect him to be so exaggerated."

"Exaggerated?" Callard looked at the giant ship under his feet. "If your evaluation is just an exaggeration, I really can't answer it. After all, this is something made with all the efforts of Bordereau. It seems that there are still many traces of imperial technology."

Nock grabbed him, and the tall, grail knight Nock rammed his knuckles into his head. "You are young, you know a lot! Do you know that a guy like you will not live long?"

Callard begged for mercy. "My lord, please forgive me, ah!"

Nock put him down and stretched. "Exaggeration, because I have seen even more fantastic things, why did my grandpa Zuzu Zuzu do it once and beat him."

"This world is already fucking crazy."

"I've believed in the end of the world he said, and now I only care about whether we can survive."

Callard asked. "Is it because of the power of chaos?"

Nock looked at the dark clouds in the distance. "I think it should be that the things we encounter next will be enlarged to the entire continent, then X2, and finally add the moon falling or something. It should be almost the same."

Callard swallowed. "My lord, I don't want to understand."

Nock replied. "I don't want to, it's very comfortable to die in a daze, but you met Roel, he is both a miracle and a poison, now you wake up, in the closed house, the air is gradually decreasing, you can feel suffocation, and Others will die in sleep, only you and the few people around Roel will die awake."

"how do you feel?"

Callard shuddered. "My God...I regret coming here."

Nock said. "I can't get off the boat anymore, I can't get off..."

"I miss my apprentice, and I also miss my territory. I should find a few noble ladies, enjoy life, kill a few green skins, and enjoy the credit."

"And I'm running around now, but..."

"This feeling makes me addicted, it's much better than being in a castle!"

"We are witnessing something terrible, we will be the hope, and you and I are the candles, a little light may burn the whole house to ashes, everything will be lost, start all over again, but people survive. "

"They could blame someone for burning the house, maybe someone would die because of the burning, or maybe the house didn't collapse and the burning made the suffocation come faster."

"Maybe someone will appreciate us, maybe...but we are not decisive, the wick is Roel, he bears more than us."

"Okay, stop talking, train quickly, how many black knights can you kill at once?"

Callard said sympathetically. "Three, my lord."

Nock scolded. "My apprentice, you can only pass if you kill more than five at a time!"

"Yes! Your Excellency!" Callard replied.

The bang bang bang bang bang bang appeared in Class A. In the black powder storage point, Roel was checking the humidity of the gunpowder one by one.

The swarms of gunmen, dressed in recognizable scarlet frock coats and carrying bayonet guns, awaited dispatch. They were commanders in the field and students of Roel, students of the art of killing.

But now, he could feel that the power brought by Meroving was getting closer, and Roel was not sure if he could defeat the real legendary lord, but there was no turning back.

he shouted! "Take the gunpowder outside, distribute the gunners, and take care that the cannons are loaded too, and I can feel him coming in the evening."

"Prepare the oil lamps and rockets. The battlefield may be very large, and you can't see things clearly. Get some dry wood on the edge of the territory. A pile of 50 meters is enough to burn for an hour or two hours, as a target for the cannon and the shooter."

"If there is no fuel, I will use the residents' winter clothes or something. After defeating the Merovingian, I will send them new ones."

"Be careful not to wet the gunpowder, and don't fill it with too much gunpowder. There will be no compensation for those who explode and die."

Roel sighed. "In short, no matter what, you brave men of the firearms unit, you must live."

"Live as my apprentice, the person who teaches you is the best musketeer in Bretonnia, remember this, and pull the trigger with confidence!"

Hundreds of firearms troops followed the salute method taught by Roel, put their right palms against their temples, and answered in unison. "Yes, sir!"

This was Bretonnia's first real full-time troop, and it was also their first time on the battlefield. The energy they produced could only be judged by fighting monsters with real knives and guns.

Die on the wheel of the retrograde age, or completely destroy Bretonnia's sad knight system?

All I can say is, wait and see.

　Ryan "How did I not know I could hit five?"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)