Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 222 Stew, Magic, Counterattack, Despair

In the holy castle of Cologne, on the high platform at the high place, where the king usually watches his territory, there is someone abnormally setting up the boiler, and the charcoal is dancing on the marble floor. The smoke will inevitably destroy the centuries-old castle.

The iron saucepan is burning in the fire, the gurgling water has boiled, bringing out a lot of white mist, pepper, cinnamon, cloves, saffron, garlic, sliced ​​​​leg meat and two tomatoes that extract the umami, in the Stirring the pot, the way is quite wizard style.

Nock Knight's shoes clattered on the floor as he stepped onto the dais. "You here? Why do you suddenly start cooking in such an afternoon?"

The owner of the pot, the Duke of Musilon, the omnipotent being was stirring the red soup, and he rubbed his chin. "I need to rest."

Nock Grantsett sat down beside him. "After that day, you suddenly changed. You stayed behind closed doors, and now you are cooking like crazy."

"It smells so good, do you still have a bowl?"

Roel asked. "Have you brought any wine?"

Nock took out the wine bag that he carried with him, the most cheeky, the kind used by mercenaries, and the dull smell left by poor leather.

"There are only so many."

Roel took out the wooden bowl, which was missing a corner. They are all such guys, and they know their adventures very well.

Nock rubbed the tip of his nose. "Why didn't I know you could cook?"

Roel thought about it. "Because we're all fighting wars or going about our own business."

Nock asked again. "Why did you start cooking all of a sudden?"

Roel stirred the pot, and the red soup swirled, and a few pieces of meat appeared from time to time. He skimmed off the foam on the top, and added a few pieces of bread as a thickener.

"Things are happening too fast, too much, continuously, chaos is in motion, demons are invading, I can feel that the end is approaching, maybe fate is like this."

"You know, if I don't accept my fate, I need to pay more, more amazing things."

Nock took out the bowl. "Don't say so many things I don't understand, come on."

Roel sprinkled fine salt into the pot to increase the final taste, and then poured out the thick juice with a wooden spoon. Nock took it, dipped it in the bread and ate it, tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tut-tut-tut-tut-tsk-tipped-bread-dipped.

"It's very fragrant, how can you do this?"

Roel wiped the spoon with a cloth. "I've been taking care of others when I'm away from home."

Nock couldn't close his mouth from the stew, and when he swallowed it, he breathed out the winter mist. "You're taking care of those dukes now too, aren't you?"

Roel didn't refute or agree. He just looked at the current chaotic Cologne. Originally, the world should be like this after the kingdom's illegitimate sons rebelled, but now it has been brought forward. Is it because of him?Is it because of his arrogance?

Roel didn't know, he was doing his best to make up for it. He was cooking here because he could still see clearly from the high platform. The girls on the street were in groups, walking like a castle. Their magical attainments and a little Fragments of the magic dossier certainly cannot reveal the true face of this magic.

But in this way, sending those people to the guillotine, for success, for victory, for survival, how different he is from those nobles he once looked down upon.

He used to be full of joy, hoping that the system and his own knowledge would change everything, but in the end it only made the situation worse and worse. In this illusory place, he should have made the world different, but things got worse and worse. Difference.

Like a fermenting, rotten body, disgusting, unchangeable, this terrible world.

His arrogance, his strength, pushed things into the abyss, and now he can only change everything by sacrificing the innocent.

Noke finished eating those things and spoke. "You are like that again, and you are thinking about what to eat again."

"You are not wrong, this is how the world is, why do you always keep those things on yourself."

"You're oppressed by your responsibilities and you can't let go of them, just like what you do, being a hero and not enjoying that feeling, I can't do it, it makes me think you're great."

"But this is where you are stupid, why don't you try to accept the honor of the nobles?"

"Can I enjoy it?" Roel read.

Nock replied. "You have to, after we finish this war, I will take you to the tavern to play dice."

Roel took a sip of the stew, his heart was warmed by the scorching hotness, he exhaled again, and looked long and slowly into the distance.

"I promise you, my brother."

But now, hundreds of Holy Grail girls in the palace have been allocated. They don't know that the little kraft paper will become a reminder, but they are interested in the complicated spells recorded on it. The officials in the palace seem to lead the girls to leave here.

Many people asked, if girls use spells according to those magics, can they really kill demons?

The girls were also confused, but when they saw that there were many ladies' prayers in the mantra, most of their inner troubles were dissipated.

Faith is such a thing. Looking at the countless demons entrenched in the wilderness on the winding and high-song walls of Cologne, the girls have long been determined to kill them at all costs.

Hunter Vincent was the second group of people who knew that someone had researched a spell to kill demons. The first group were naturally the dukes. Vincent had been living in the terrifying village for a long time, and now he was even more excited to hear the news.

His state is almost the state of most Coronians today. They have lost their families, villages, jobs, and dignity, and they are entrenched in the gaps and outside of Weng City in Colonia, living in worry and fear every day.

Even the residents of the city have to kill their favorite horses and eat their flesh to preserve the fruit. The last time the Coronians did this was when the Bretonnian greenskins bred thousands of years ago, Gilles Before the Kings...

Bad days make them pay special attention to the ladies, and this oppression turns into anticipation that makes the commoners gather where the ladies work their magic.

It was a very small tent, built temporarily, densely scattered around Cologne. When the girls walked in, Vincent looked at it like an ordinary person. He rubbed his nose, expecting things to change.

The guards and knights opened the security net and asked the civilians and farmers to leave here, so as not to disturb the lady's prayer and communication with the gods. The girls watched the complicated spell with a faint light in the dark tent.

The incomprehensible words were uttered by a clear voice, and echoed in countless places in Cologne. A powerful magical resonance was emitted here. The girls were delighted, but suddenly felt huge magical power pouring into her body.

In an instant, those girls realized that something was wrong, but they quickly mutated, their white skin turned into scales, armor, festered, twisted, and hair grew from their arms, but Roel's spell made them think clearly.

They soon realized that something was wrong, and soon, they didn't resist, because the girls who were proficient in magic realized that they were introducing the magic power of chaos into the earth's veins...

This magic is exactly what Bretonnia needs now, and they also see the expectations of countless ordinary people outside.

This is the scary thing about Roel. He has figured out the thoughts of the Holy Grail girls, how they will choose, and how they will do it...

In order to win, they are willing to sacrifice themselves, and now that they go out, their appearance is also a great insult to the Ladies of the Lake sect. All problems and interests are placed on their bodies.

This crazy plan requires crazy people and crazy girls to complete the counterattack against this damn crazy world.

Roel sat on the high platform, he could feel the eight winds gathering, his heart became more and more uncomfortable, but he still didn't reveal it, and even Nock didn't see his concealment.

Roel just combed his back, stood up, cleaned the empty pot, and said to his brother. "Get ready, the battle is about to begin."

Nock was a little puzzled. "With whom?"

Roel replied. "The demons..."

The dukes took out their weapons and assembled their troops. They all knew what would happen. This kind of movement also proved that the actions of the ladies were effective, but for Vincent, who was very curious, the way the ladies worked hard How could he not be curious?

He boldly relied on the chaotic crowd to squeeze into the side of the knights. Most of the people didn't dare to approach because the knights were strict, but because the noble knights were naturally oppressive towards the common people.

Only Vincent was a knight-errant in the mountains, and having experienced the end of the day, he knew better that those knights' armor had poor vision.

Wisdom, experience, and informality made Mr. Vincent the Hunter of Bretonnia act so recklessly that he tiptoed around the blockade and climbed into the tent.

He opened the corner of the tent, and he could see the girl's beautiful skirt, and the faint smell inside the tent, which was fragrant.

And it was groggy here, he couldn't see clearly, he could only get up slowly, and under the thin sunlight, he saw the lizard-like nictitating membrane obliquely...

Every time, what was waiting for him was not some beautiful girl, but a lizard-like monster, and his strong psychological quality prevented him from crying out.

He covered his mouth, his eyes moved around, and his thoughts were full of thoughts. He should expose this matter, now, immediately!
Ladies turned fiends, it's sure to be the full set...

Vincent climbed out of the tent, ignoring the surprised eyes of the knights, and shouted. "Gosh, I saw the lady, she..."

There was a sudden tremor in the tent, no doubt the lady heard it, what she was afraid of was not that she would become a monster, but that the ceremony would stagnate due to the exposure...the sacrifices of countless people would be useless.

Vincent was about to call out reality, and the knights drew their swords, but Vincent saw the plain.

There is nothing unusual about the plain, but the distorted bushes and flowers on the Cologne Plain are withering, and those terrible demons are dissipating, and the words in his mouth will stop immediately.

"The ladies are gorgeous, oh my god, I would love to marry them..."

The "lizard" in the tent shed tears as she stabilized her body and continued singing the spell that killed her.

Vincent didn't understand the ins and outs of the matter, but the knights did. They put down their knives and carried Vincent to the prison, but they didn't blame the hunter. When they reached a place inaccessible, the knights let go of Vincent.

"Thank you, stupid guy." Then he punched Vincent hard, thanked him for not reporting the situation, beat him because he did not obey the rules, and the experienced knight just broke this arm with one punch You have to be beaten by a bastard.

Vincent held his bloody nose and leaned against the wall. "TMD, you nobles are outrageous, why did you do that?"

The knight didn't answer, but just walked back to his post. He knew that the person in front of him had already understood.

Vincent covered his cheeks and looked at Bretonnia, which was becoming "clean" in the distance...

He doesn't understand what's wrong with this world, he only knows that things are getting better now, no matter who did such a thing, he probably can only thank him.

Because he knows the horror of demons and how difficult it is for Cologne, even if he sacrifices the girls, he must admit that the person who can make this magic is not only a mage, but also a hero, a genius.

But he wouldn't worship that man anyway, anyway...

And Vincent rubbed his face and walked towards the city center. He soon found that his boss Roel's army was in action, and he immediately followed happily. The scouts came.

"Aren't you recuperating?" He still had a fresh memory of Vincent, there are very few people like this in Bretonnia...

Vincent twisted his arm. "There is no doubt that I am fine, Lord Duke, please take me with you!"

Roel asked. "You may die."

Vincent answered right away. "I am willing, my lord, I adore you!"

Such is the fate, it is slowly shrinking at this moment, and it is not only the dukes in the city of Colony who feel the change, but also the legions of the Dukes of Carcassonne and Palaion that are hindered by the magic power of chaos.

The restoration of the chaotic roads and dreadful forests brought them back to Cologne.

However, they will not be the final force, because in the Chaos Demon Realm, Scarbrand, Carlos, and the puppet gather energy. Although the eight winds dissipate in reality, the huge crack has reached and they can squeeze in to the point of going.

Ordinary demons cannot maintain their bodies, but big demons can use their own energy to squeeze into the real world, and use their own existence to maintain other demons...

If these three fell through the gap, Bretonnia would still be doomed, and those sacrifices would be gone.

But neither the Bretonnians nor the demons knew that the ancient warriors, the cold-blooded lizardmen, were approaching Colony on a marble ship floating on the sea.

They were hindered by the strange fog of chaos for a long time, and now it finally met a sunny day. On the iron-clad ship of Marienburg, Gao rode a Tyrannosaurus and shouted. "Our homeland! Bretonnia!"

short answer. "Yeah, the smog cleared!"

The ragged one couldn't help smiling. "Go home! Let's go back to Bordeaux from the Sete River, let's land at Colony!"

(End of this chapter)