Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 204
The blood was tumbling, as if being put into a boiling pot, the two good standard bearers met each other, sympathetic to each other, and soon turned into a sword-fighting, in any case, Merovingian approved the peasant's tactics.

Now a monarch is immortal for a hundred years, and the years are enough to crush any history, and a newcomer is full of confidence and ambition. They met after 700 years. The kingdom changes, the times change, the old people leave, until the end .

This is not a love story, otherwise it will surely move thousands of people, but the inner touch will not be fake, he (Roel) is impatient, he (Merovingian) is impatient.

Roel needs the king's blood to prove that he can bear enough heavy responsibilities.

The Merovingians needed the death of their lord to reclaim their honor.

Fire and water are also touching, in the dark night, it seems that in addition to the damn sound of raindrops dripping on the ground, there is only the faint, sizzling sound of steam.

If they could meet a year ago, perhaps Roel, who was full of ambition and overflowing with ambition, would be invited by the King of the Blood Knights, but now they will not stop until they kill the opponent.

"How about it, would you like me to buy you a cup of tea?" Roel walked out of class A, his voice was bright, even overshadowing the raindrops, everyone looked at him, the call and excitement were faint, but they couldn't sigh because he didn't allow it that feeling.

Merovingian spoke. "I will never miss a good opportunity. I am just like this land, hungry, thirsty, and aggressive. I have been invited by the kingdom and worshiped by people. A hundred years ago, you are as outstanding as you are now."

"The problem is that I'm smart but I don't know how to welcome it. I have to show my strength to be recognized. I used to be a jade in the rough, but now I am black gold. I have strength and talent. I am invulnerable. I have a heavy responsibility. I am a blazing fire. I don't want my homeland to be bullied. Now But was smeared as a tyrant."

Meroving raised the blade, and red light flowed on the blade.

"But it's getting colder, isn't it?"

Roel asked. "Do you want to taste my hometown's specialties? It's a pity that the tea party tonight only has red wine (blood), chess (war), and now there are still a few lead melon seeds (bullets), and guests who respect me enough (surrender)."

"When the flames of my gun burst out, everything will be back on track."

Meroving disdains, his sharp blade and experience are better than countless lead bullets, and black powder is just a trick of mortals, if he draws a sword face to face, he will still be serious, now he is very interested in yawning, how powerful those gunmen are, he has long Tasted, not enough to damage his armor.

He just watched Nock dealing with his own knight, and judged in his heart how capable the knight was, and how much he could keep as a corpse after death.

Soon, Roel raised his gun, and the flames spurted out. Merovingian felt, felt, this was dangerous, extremely dangerous!
Retire, the Vampire Duke made such a feeling in an instant, it is different, absolutely different, if he does not retreat, he will only ask for trouble!

The answer is that the reality is that Merovingian's judgment is absolutely correct, even correct. If he eats this hair, he will definitely suffer serious damage. Now he feels that why Granset died, it may be the Holy Grail The alliance between knights and this lord.

Thinking of how his loyal knight had left, Merovingian's inner misery and anger gathered, and he suddenly shouted and cursed.

"Ahhh, beast!"

Back then, the one-eyed man could dodge projectiles to the limit, but now Merovingian can only do better and become crazier. His body is driven by anger, powerful force bursts out, and it keeps agitating like a water pump. Clinking, metal impact sounds appear , this guy actually...

He actually danced with the blade, and after dodging the shooting, he rushed into the fight between the blood knight and Nok like a madman. The coming was terrifying, and the going was ferocious. The blade turned around him, turning into flowers and splitting the rain, and the voice It is issued when the blade and the giant sword touch.

Ding Dang Dang, Ding Dang Dang, a moment later, Noke's invincible blade unexpectedly snapped.

"Ah!" Nock exclaimed, furious and terrified, he felt the feeling of facing Granset for the first time, and he became like a mortal.

Roel yelled. "Get out! Nok!"

Nock plunged his half-cut sword into the ground, got off his horse, narrowly dodged the strange screams and chose Meroving, panting heavily, squatting on the ground in a panic.

But just that circle of choices, countless farmers were cut off by the blade, internal organs and blood, raindrops sprinkled all over the ground, like a scene of hell, half of the farmers were still crawling on the ground, making a miserable sound, and then dying, this is ink. Lorwen's kindness allowed their souls to dissipate extremely quickly.

That extremely sharp blade, extremely fast reaction, at this moment Meroving was standing on Nok's mount whose head had been severed by the blade, the poor horse's arteries were still pumping blood, and he didn't even know that he had to fall down.

Quiet, quiet, only the sound of raindrops, peasants, knights, blood knights, just watching Merovingian one-man show, he stood behind the horse, the blade pointed at Roel's head, he couldn't help it, was terrified by the powerful projectile , can only kill many people to suppress the shock!
Roel cursed, his hairs stood on end, he picked up the gun and fired a second shot. How did Meroving dodge and avoid it?

But he didn't avoid it, let the bullet sink into his heart, did he accept his fate?
No!In the broken chest, the powerful black powder relied on the system and various bonuses to forcibly tear open the bowl-sized wound, but was resurrected under the naked eye. Su Sheng, he is invincible!

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Roel laughed out loud, he could see that Merovingian wanted to show him off, but he felt that his mortal eyes were at a disadvantage!

The magic power around Merovingian has become much thinner, and the wind of death stored in his body has also been used suddenly, and Merovingian has already used up all his hole cards after such a blow.

And this kind of goal is just, hey him, scare him, "big" him!Roel sighed, tmd, Merovingian is really crazy, so crazy!

But he was just so crazy, so crazy, it scared Roel, did he still have cards?
It would be better to say that Meroving has figured it out clearly, as a farmer has come to this point, he must be facing a thoughtful person, no matter what, his behavior must be "bigger" than him!
Well done, but no matter what, Merovingian did well.

But at this moment, Roel will not be scrupled. He must capture Meroving alive and force him to cast that damned curse. No matter what, he doesn't want this damned guy to run away.

And his play has opened,

The audience will never be satisfied until Merovingian completes his performance, and the audience is a bone king in the forest. The light in his eyes is shining, and he is already smiling, but he can't see it without flesh and blood.

He judged that this time was Roel's complete victory, because he had already seen what good things this cunning farmer had done, Merovingian, he was destined to be clever and be mistaken by cleverness!
And now if Merovingian said that he only wanted to resurrect Bertley before, he would have a new desire, and he would ask Roel to be his servant, because it was only a lady's blessing, and he didn't drink the Holy Grail. mortal.

Merovingian held out his hand. "Join me sir and I will give you what you want, safety, hope, the resurrection of your friends, a world without war."

"I have heard that you are a great man who has created many new things and brought many miracles, and I love you best. Sir, join me, immortality and ease, strength and security, wealth or honor, you always There's something to chase."

"You are worth it, we should not fight each other, come, take Bretonnia together."

Roel smiled. "Bretonnia only?"

"How ambitious are you?"

"Death knows no knights or peasants. It keeps taking. I try to face it. In the end, people rise, people fall, people smash, people make mistakes, and see loved ones go. If I have a purpose in life, I should live target, I will wait, wait, and I am willing to wait!"

"I can only control my own life, but I will not fall behind, nor will I be late, and I will not sit still, even if there is boundless darkness in front of me, look at you, wasting time, hesitating, and I keep asking, in order to change The rules of the game, and you are just a chess piece, you will never understand."

"Life does not choose knights or peasants, it is only asking, but I choose to face it, and one day, the world will turn around, so don't waste your time! Duke!"

The Duke of Meroving broke his defenses. It was very simple. His goal was to escape death, become a vampire, escape failure, study black magic, escape the loss of relatives and loved ones, and use necromancy.

He was like this, he kept asking for it, but he didn't dare to face it, if he took Bretonnia, he would only stop in Bretonnia.

The said he is now furious, his teeth are exposed, his appearance is hideous and terrifying, the magic power reverberates around him, he shouted. "You think you're ambitious and sunny? Now let's take a second look at you, look at you, what have you got!"

"Black powder, steel? Or this so-called loyalty, loyalty?"

He looked at Nok, he attacked like a tiger, his sharp claws and blades were deadly, cutting flesh and tearing open armor, the speed was extremely fast, but after a moment, his arm broke open, like firecrackers heating up, Meroving suffered pain, Watching the lead bullets slashing through his flesh and blood, like hitting butter, the entire thick arm was rotten, and the bones were clearly visible.

And Nok was in danger, panting heavily.

He sighed, unknowingly, he had already lost a lot of distance from his brother, and found that this was not strength or some technology, but a solid belief.

Some people think that faith is weak and useless, and the so-called ideal is worthless in the face of power, but in the world of Warhammer, the obsession with one thing is absolutely powerful. Today's lead bullets are as sharp as God's blessing, and the speed is extremely fast. Even the duke was terrified, and the faith and worship of thousands of people gathered on him. Black powder was the source of Roel's strength.

The peasant walked towards the vampire duke, Meroving clutched his arm, his flesh and blood could no longer revive, he lost, not because of strength or technology, nor because of the army or servants, but because of faith.

Thousands of rational people, the belief gathered together, the belief to completely burn the devil Merovingian!
"Ah! You bastard!" Merovingian yelled, but all his actions aggravated the disgust of the peasants in Roel's territory, and strengthened their, god, Lord Roel's power.

And Meroving suddenly realized that when he stepped into this territory, he was calculated!

But the fact is that, it’s ridiculous, in the world of Warhammer, faith is actually the sharpest blade, even better than steel and black powder, as long as Roel continues to maintain the so-called "invincible" for a day, this kind of strength will continue for more The sun and the moon, until the times changed, he returned to the outside world like Sigma and left the mortal world.

Roel has vaguely felt it during this time, but he has not lost his humanity, nor does he have the so-called mutation, because what the peasants worship is very simple, that is himself.

But he wasn't sure if his soul would be polluted by his changed beliefs after his death, so he might find someone to make a biography for him before he died!
But complete trust can't crush Merovingian, so he designed this operation.

Faith plus the system, plus the weakening of Merovingian, plus Merovingian's emotional breakdown, the power of the three lines can be so powerful. This is also the biggest trap for Roel to capture Merovingian.

Even though there was an element of luck, it was not bad in the end. As a result, he solved the legendary lord!

Once the vampire's faith weakens, the power of the elixir will also continue to decrease. They are like earth-bound spirits, but what binds them is not the earth, but the flesh.

Meroving clutched his weak body, he couldn't believe that his mighty strength would be broken by the farmer, and he couldn't believe that he fell into the same trap as the actor.

But as smart as he is, he has already discovered that he walks here like an opera, the "stage" here.

Then he began to speak out about his own desires, his thoughts, as he usually does, wanting to make this place his own home field, but made his flaws exposed again and again, and now the power of trust is like poison rotting his body, making him powerless.

This time, he completely lost the game of chess!
Meroving laughed maniacally. "Hahahaha, hahahaha, if it's you, it's yours, yours..."

"I will release the spell, cure your friend's spell, and I will die, like a normal soul, but you, no, you, please promise me."

"Let Musilon be the greatest territory in Bretonnia, let the king of Bretonnia be born in Musilon, in my hometown, in the place I love, no one will underestimate this place, no one dares to hate it. "

Roel wiped the muzzle of his gun. "I promise you, Duke of Mousillon, true knight, poor fellow."

"Tonight, you had a good show with me, and you are about to wrap up the curtain!"

The king squinted his eyes, as if seeing the moon behind the dark clouds. He didn't know what to think about, but felt that he had encountered a real miracle today.

The guy who defeated him, redeemed him, and set him free.

The magic power of Meroving's whole body reverberates, he wants to use his body to make a potion to heal the potion he cursed, this is the only solution, and that is to get his approval.

Merovingian agreed, because this guy is scary enough, vicious, insidious, cunning, smart, powerful, and unscrupulous.

And if he is defeated, if he still has the ability to get up, he will only continue to fight to the death!
But an accident happened, and the violent magic power made the nearby undead lose their minds. Pete felt such a touch, he knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, his master lost?
"Impossible, this is impossible!"

"Ahhh, dark guard! Go kill those mortals, kill them!"

Petefonti yelled, but saw his servants turned into greedy flesh and blood, his magic power could not be controlled, and his soul fragments could not answer him.

"No, no..." The dark guards were getting closer and closer, they opened their bloody mouths and ate their masters, and those guards immediately raised their guns and shot at the corpses fiercely.

After the dark guard fell, Pete, a powerful necromancer also died in the backlash of his own spells, which is embarrassing.

In the territory, Merovingen completely radiates purple energy, and finally gathers at one point. He can complete the spell in a few minutes, which makes people feel long and uncomfortable.

But everyone forgot one thing, that is, in the forest, someone was watching the battle, he was the king of bones and the former king of Bretonnia, he saw Roel's victory, he was ecstatic, happy, but also lonely.

When Merovingian failed, he felt that his soul was no longer suffering, and his responsibility was lightened.

But when the strong wind of magic hit, Lao Wang felt his body tremble, and walked towards the living people uncontrollably.

"No? What's the situation!"

The lady's gift kept him awake, but he couldn't control himself, while he and his large army of death were walking towards the human gathering place uncontrollably, and he roared with all his strength.

"Kill me! Farmer! Kill me!"

Roel noticed that it was a skeleton monster all over the mountains and plains!Roel cursed inwardly!Merovingian, you're a fucking surprise!

"The whole army is ready, shelling!"

　The one-eyed boss humiliated Roel who humiliated the Duke of Meroving with his strength, long live the one-eyed boss!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)