Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 205 Bretonnian Unification

The bloody ground was covered with blood-soaked mud. When the shells hit it, it was hard to tell which piece was meat and which was soil. Maybe this was a one-piece thing. Roel couldn't help but think of Nuwa making man.

And now is not the time to talk about myths. When thousands of monsters thirsting for flesh staggered towards them, Roel knew what it meant to be bound in a cocoon.

One-third of this huge team was provided by his subjects, especially the peasants. The peasants who came here saw their family members, neighbors, dead relatives, friends, dressed in clothes sewn by their wives or mothers. The clothes, reappeared, and became bones, attacking themselves.

This was an even more devastating blow to their not-so-firm will to fight. Fortunately, the artillery crew couldn't see clearly. They were almost just relying on the burning coordinates on the ground to shoot, time after time.

The power of the black powder made the corpses stagnate, but Roel felt another pain in his heart when he thought that they would be an important force to protect Boldro.

And now the Merovingian is unconscious, absorbing meaninglessly like a corpse, exuding the wind of death. The current appearance makes Roel doubt whether this is the real antidote, or something else?
But he has no choice, he doesn't like to let go, even if it is poison, he will try it!

However, it is normal to have such scruples about the person who just returned his life, but this time Roel wrongly blamed Meroving. If it was a curse from the early stage, it only needed his strength to undo it, but now Elena is dying of illness.

What Merovingian needs is not to solve the disease, but to "resurrect" her. His hundred years of accumulated vitality is the best "antidote".

Therefore, the power that appeared was a terrifying power that awakened the wind of death, and such a formidable power could only revive a person.

This is Meroving's recognition of his good opponent, and it is also a gift left before Musilon was handed over to Roel, but such a gift also brought new difficulties. Although there are accidents, it is not Meroving Things that have been clear for a long time?
He had already sensed that his old friend was in the forest. If Roel was unable to solve this problem, he just took someone with him in the afternoon, hoping that Moore would like this gift.

And now Merovingian, the Duke of Bretonnia, the body of that nobleman has shrunk like a deformed, dwarf-like body, and is still getting smaller. Surrounded by purple energy, strange patterns appear around him.

Roel, who was proficient in spells, couldn't see that he wanted to reward himself with all he had, and the test designed under such circumstances was the attack of the Old Skeleton King.

Roel was really fed up with this lunatic, his free will, his madness, and his double-decker.

Merovingian is such a person, extremely selfish, but he is absolutely capable, and he will spare no effort in accomplishing the things he approves by any means.

But in the end, all that remained were wounds everywhere, wounds so severe that they would tear open Bretonnia, destroy his domain.

Roel's projectile shot through several dead bones, and he touched his chin. In fact, the Skeleton King's army is not strong, but it will cause a psychological burden on the peasants. The real horror is the skeleton of the Holy Grail Knight.

It's their leader...

The raindrops were still falling, the wet soil, blood, and minced meat were mixed together, and the sound of the horse's hooves came. Except for that, that strange skeleton, who else would ride a horse in such weather?

It's just that the flames in the king's eyes were almost extinguished at this moment, and the light on his body no longer flickered. Instead, it was the bright red of Meroving's body.

In the rain, in the light of the torches, it seemed disturbing. The former king of Bretonnia looked at his people, feeling extremely painful in his heart, but he still shouted loudly, expressing his position to everyone.

"Shoot, shoot, around 6 o'clock, remember, the place where the blue light is shining is between my eyebrows!"

The king is tired, exhausted, and now he is kind, but he can't control himself, can't control that damn magic power, if he still has flesh and blood, if he still has tendons, he won't be like this...

Grieving, howling, angry, suffocating, the gunpowder of the soul continued to flash, and he also shouted in an extremely ethereal voice in the wind and rain.

"About 30 meters to the right of the torch in the middle, stab, remember to dodge!"

The stupid peasants could feel the struggle of the skeletons, and they managed to avoid the attack with a hug. Even so, the damage caused by just one sword was comparable to dozens of blood knights rushing in here.

A large number of monsters, Merovingian legions, or servants of the Skeleton King, gathered together, rattling flesh and bones together greedy for flesh and blood.

Mortals fear, the gods weep, and the guards yell, leaving dead things in the present to attack madly.

"Help!"

The raindrops were dripping on his face. It was hard to tell whether it was tears, sweat, or what. A huge number of monsters raised their claws, and the monsters manipulated by magic attacked unconsciously. Defeating Meroving did not make them collapse, but became more ferocious. .

But in the next second, the sharp blade was against the enemy, and the dark-colored armor was against the guards. The flower logo, pale cheeks, and devil-like fangs made people unbelievable.

he is…

they are!
Blood Knight? !
People were surprised, looked sideways, and sighed, but the knights didn't say a word, just drew their swords, and dealt with the guys who were teammates before, but they didn't show mercy to the dead, because they had no reason, they were just props.

In addition, the huge body, the monsters and beasts actively pushed, hugged, and piled up the dead corpses in the cracked places, with pitch-black hair and thick fangs, they were bat wolves and grave ghouls.

In front of Roel today, a vampire knelt on the ground, kneeling on one knee, like the most devout servant.

"Heir of Duke Merovingian, noble, I am Falayet, knight of Musilon, servant of Merovingian, drinker of blood, knight of sin."

"Your ambition and ambition move my lord, and we should naturally serve you."

"But I have an unfeeling request. We should not live together with human beings. We will live in the Duke's castle and be there whenever we are called."

"But I know that you will not refuse, because we are smart, powerful and loyal like the Duke of Meroving."

The scarlet armor seemed to have a kind of mist in the rain, and the firelight shone on the vampire's cheek. Roel drew out his saber and tapped his shoulder with the blade.

"I agree with you, Knight Falayet!"

The vampire turned and stood up. "Knights! For my lord!"

Several blood knights shouted. "For Duke Merovingian, for Duke Roel!"

The scarlet sword blade was drawn out, and the blade was swung, the sound of the air breaking and the rain and fog being scattered were terrible, and the battlefield was torn apart.

Kingdom Knights, Holy Grail Knight Nock, their pressure suddenly dropped, and they were surprised to see their previous enemies draw their swords to help, and their hearts were complicated.

Nock thought, what kind of charm is this, and now the monsters are going to help him?
And Noke thought that he would not live to be 30 years old, he would go straight all his life, indulge in pleasure and be free, but he was attracted by this guy who was always calculating and restrained?
He smiled wryly, smashed many bones with a half-broken giant sword, and cursed. "Don't let these animals watch the fun!"

shouted the knights. "For the lord!"

The gleaming silver armor and bloody weapons were all brandished at the enemy, and a terrifying killing whirlwind appeared in the collar. The knights beheaded many enemies under the gloomy light, and the frightened farmers trembled in their hearts.

But they are not the only ones who are powerful. When strings of flames flash out, piercing the darkness, look at them, look at them, beautiful dresses, high-brimmed hats, and long guns are like handicrafts.

But they are anything but airs.

"Shoot, shoot!"

"Shoot, shoot!"

"5 o'clock, drop the bomb, sir!"

"Second Lieutenant, request ammunition!"

"Corporal! Shoot now!"

"what!"

Modern military style, firm belief, excellent weapons, high spirits, they are sharp blades, they are thick shields, they are discipline, and they are heroes.

Roel's guards, with bombs, guns, bayonets, orders, playing the most horrific carnage tunes, should now feel sorry for the damned corpses, victory in hand, no doubt about it.

But Roel is not easy, even if the bone meal accumulates more and more, even if the monsters keep falling, even if the raindrops are getting smaller and the moonlight is bright.

He raised his gun and pointed to a direction in the darkness. The horseshoe gradually raised, and the blue light shone in the distance. The irrational king came running, but when he shot at him, the greatest pressure was not to win him, but to kill him. .

Roel couldn't bear it, he was a hero, he was a poor person, he didn't do it voluntarily.

But in front of the safety of his own people, the trigger was pulled, but with that slight hesitation, the blade also came to him.

The sharp blade went straight to his cheek, and the projectile crushed the body of the Skeleton King, but the impact force was still moving forward, Roel was going to die!

The sharp blade reflected the frightening light in the light of the torch. As a sniper, he must not hesitate. With a mortal body, he has no ability to dodge this attack. No matter how strong Roel is, he is still a mortal.

The attacks he took were few and far between, but they easily took his life every time.

In this world of high magic warhammers, being a mortal is the greatest sin. Power is everywhere, but you can't take it away, you can only rely on your will to survive.

The moment before the blade touched his skin, Roel felt relieved. He should die, and he should live in a better world in his next life, but he failed to save the world.

He had expected that he would leave the world unexpectedly like the baron and the old lord, but he was not surprised, and his hesitation really killed his willingness.

But at the last second, he heard countless people shouting at him in the territory.

"Lord?"

"grown ups!"

"Brother Roel!"

"Owner!"

"The Duke!"

"master!"

"hero!"

.......................................

Roel wants to survive, he doesn't want to leave like a joke, he has great ambitions, thousands of plans, he can resist chaos, he can save everything, never, never leave like this!

However, he showed his sharpness and was unable to return to the sky...

Until the projectile sank into the king's head, the skeleton king suddenly raised his blade and pointed at the sky, he shouldn't be able to move, he shouldn't...

Unless the restraint against the winds of death in the pellet softened his madness, or...

Is the king really different from ordinary people?
Under Roel's surprised eyes, the shining light returned to the king's body, illuminating the whole earth like a star, and the faint green gathered, turning into a set of legendary armor, the green knight...

At the last second of his armor's appearance, Roel, who was closest to him, saw it.

Under the armor of faith is a blond, blue-eyed, handsome hero, wearing a crown, who has killed countless enemies!
"Kingdom..." Roel couldn't help saying this as a part of Bretonnia. After a while, countless undead were torn apart by powerful magic power. It was not the wind of death, but the huge wind of life .

The clouds parted, the raindrops stopped, the auspicious moon shone brightly, and the bones scattered. The blood knight covered his face, unable to bear to look directly at the powerful force.

The goddess of the lake surrounds the green knight and silently answers her doubts with magic power. He is the reincarnation of Gilles, the first kingdom, in order to wipe out the evil of Merovingian, but the reincarnation weakens him and finally dies.

Sealed by Musilon's evil swamp, the Green Knight's soul shard couldn't return, and now Roel has awakened him, killed him, and changed him.

The king returns, the Holy Grail shines, and both peasants and knights kneel down. Such a miracle undoubtedly represents that Roel is God's chosen gift.

The green knight didn't say a word, looking at Roel, he could feel apology, gratitude, warmth, and comfort in his green soul, but it was a pity.

He once swore to the sky that he would protect the Bretonnians, but now he faced his own people with swords again and again. The green knight was in pain, but he was also relieved to have such a good knight protecting his territory.

The Green Knight sprinkled a badge, landed on Roel's shoulder, and then pinned it automatically. It was the family coat of arms of the first king, and it also represented the greatest honor since the founding of Bretonnia.

The honor of the 13 knight dukes, and the first 13 dukes that Gilles was born to die, and what the family crest on Roel's chest represents is probably...

Duke of Mousillon!

Roel knelt down on one knee and remained silent. The green knight led the lady away, to the distance, to the distance...

The people of Bretonnia were speechless, the miracle had been done, that was the way things were, there was a long silence, and both the dead and the living had to acknowledge it.

"Long live the Duke!"

Someone suddenly yelled, and Roel knew very well that this time he didn't ask...

Moments later, a huge roar broke out all day long.

"Long live Duke Mousillon!"

"Long live the Green Knight!"

"Long live the lady!"

Roel caressed his chest blankly, the gold-edged badge, between life and death, between victory and defeat, he has seen a lot, from obscurity to grace, he will do it.

The sound of the system echoed in his ears and rang.

[Acquired characteristics, Musilon Dukedom, [-]% resistance to undead corruption]

[Acquiring characteristics, founding heroes, and opening the chivalry system]

[Acquisition of new technology, Cologne coat of arms, Poldero coat of arms, Carcassonne coat of arms, Avatu coat of arms...  ]

[Acquisition of technology, the unification of Bretonnia. 】

　After the peasants, the scumbags, the sons of the soil, the men of the fishing village, the peasant knights, the musketeers.

　　Born in a deserted corner of Bretonnia.

　　Born in poverty, living in poverty, he wanted to become a knight hero.

　　Musilon, with gold coins tattooed on his head, opened the way, forged ahead, and used his talents. At the age of 24, he was in charge of the Duchy of Bretonnia.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)