Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 225 Black Knight "Venomous" Maleborg

On the second day after the banquet, Duke Bordello disappeared instantly after being witnessed by King Lawn. He concealed his identity, gave up his status and honor, and left the land he had guarded for half his life with his horse and gun. Land, for such behavior, Roel expressed envy.

He could also see that the Duke was really in a hurry. The Duke had been looking forward to it for too long. Even though he had paid a lot to Bordereau, he did not remember it. Roel would ask his heart, can he do it?But he wasn't sure.

The Duke has always wanted to search for the Holy Grail, but his father had died when Alberic was still on his chivalrous travels, and Alberic never thought that he could entrust the affairs of the dukedom to others.

His eldest son was originally considered a good candidate, but unfortunately he has already left first to embark on the journey of the Holy Grail.The above circumstances, combined with the Duke's advanced age, seem to be forcing the Duke to make some flexibility.

In the end, he chose Roel. It is difficult to judge whether it is right or wrong. The Duke took off the helmet he often wore, rode a horse, and left Colony without his attendants. He did not want the world to recognize him again. Now this There is no Duke Alberic in the world anymore, only Alberic the adventurer, who wants to create his own story in the land of Bretonnia.

Roel stole a few bottles of the King's Royal Collection and returned to the ship. During the thrilling voyage out of the port, Roel drank the best brew in Bretonnia and watched the road gradually widen.

His position is getting smaller and smaller, actually, physically smaller and smaller...

A tyrannosaurus and a large group of lizardman war beasts lie on his overtime, as if playing Jurassic Park 4...

Those cold-blooded soldiers insisted that he was the one who announced them. Although Roel did plan to link up with the lizardmen troops, he knew very well that the lizardmen would soon be in trouble.

And his reminder will only disbelieve the group of reptiles, and a powerful war lord like Kugan has not come here. If he can't be convinced of his existence, the lizardmen can't be single-minded.

A cold-blooded soldier came, his nictitating membrane opened and closed, and his skin was light blue. "I thought humans were afraid of them."

Dekron speaks a strange imperial language like this, a bit like the Predator in the movie, but since he was disturbed, he followed the three idiots and left his hometown. Different scenery and customs made this lizard The human warrior felt a sense of freshness that he hadn't seen for a long time.

And the attitude shown by this mortal lord surprised him even more, even the most powerful lizardman warrior could hardly be so calm around the Tyrannosaurus rex.

Roel handed out the special product of Colony in his hand. "Come on?"

It's not that the Lizardman doesn't have wine, but he doesn't know how to drink wine. He didn't expect human wine, but for the so-called respect and etiquette, he still drank it.

In fact, it was proved that temperature-changing animals also have a sense of taste. When Kedron drank the liquid, the burning sensation and warmth covered his body, and his nictitating membrane blinked three times in an instant.

"Very good, I need to record this." He took out the recording slate made of gold at his waist, and asked Roel such things, and the slate has already recorded such things as the Siren of the Endless Sea, the terroir of Bretonnia In terms of favor, he is not a lizardman warrior in the traditional sense, but someone who is more similar to those three fools.

Roel just read a sentence. "Birds of a feather flock together, people form groups, freaks face freaks, and I'm a freak too."

"Come on, raise a glass to the big project, sir."

It was the first time for Dekron to hear these three words uttered by humans, and he knew very well what they meant, in human language.

"How do you know?" His eyes were full of curiosity, fear, hostility and anticipation. Roel just looked at the amber-like red wine, the light of the glass and the color of the liquid, and then poured those things into the tongue of the tyrannosaurus, As if it were his pet.

Gao looked at it and said. "As expected of the boss, he has already tamed it!"

said the short one. "Of course, he is the biggest Duke in Bretonnia!"

Ragged exclamation. "The duke is so brave."

The Tyrannosaurus hiccupped and looked at the ordinary man, but it didn't dare to disobey at all, because its wildness told it that it couldn't hunt this man.

And this behavior completely dispelled Krond's thoughts, he was incapable of asking such existential questions, he was powerless.

"Okay, human lord, you are indeed extraordinary, I am now, may I ask, can you answer my question?"

Roel just said something. "I'm sleepy, but the lizardmen need to pay attention to the ground, rodents are breeding, it's better to get rid of the defense system of the spirit veins as soon as possible, but a guy like you can't see Slan..."

The lizardman was panting heavily. It was such an ancient race that could feel that the human beings in front of them were not talking nonsense. In contrast, those three fools didn't understand at all.

shouted high. "That place is going to be infested with rats?!"

dwarf supplement. "What is a spirit vein?"

Ragged answer. "It must be something unfathomable, let's not care about it, keep drinking and eating!"

Klond was completely surprised. He walked back to the lizardman's battleship and told his companions about his experience. This crazy thing made other lizardmen think he was crazy, but considering that the lord called them here.

In the end, the lizard people felt that to protect the safety of this human being, they needed to know more, rather than leave unclearly.

But Roel returned to the ship's cabin and took a sip of water. He looked at a cabinet of royal collections, thinking about how it would feel to pretend to be the most noble wine in Bretonnia. Hungry and thirsty, he walked towards the wine cellar cherishingly.

Naturally, the king of Bretonnia will also have something he can't ask for, such as a small amount of tribute, truffles or wonderful wine. These things are simply out of reach for ordinary people, and even Lawn has to celebrate after the battle Tasting, he tiptoedly opened his wine cabinet, his throat trembling.

"Huh?" His eyesight was excellent, even better than the best ranger in Bretonnia, and since he was a Grail Knight, it was impossible to misread.

His memory is not bad, because he is the Holy Grail Knight, even though he is over 80, his thoughts are still clear...

He closed the wine cabinet, without a doubt, all his treasures disappeared, why?who is it?What have you done?
King Lawn was lost in thought, and he walked out of the wine cellar in a daze. As the most powerful speaker in Bretonnia, he would not be excited, incoherent, or yelling. Everyone in Tony can feel that he seems very angry...

Riding the wind and waves, the giant ship can destroy everything, courage, faith, admiration, although it is not fast, not terrible, not as good as the black ark of the dark elves, and not as gorgeous as the ships of the elves, but it is definitely ingenious and unique.

This is what the Norscans said. On the way back, winter happened to be the saddest day in Norsca. In addition, the dukes left their territory, and those barbarians burned, killed and looted the land of Bretonnia, and became the dukes of the two places. Well, Roel naturally had a lot of responsibilities. His fleet killed a lot of those disgusting things. The longship was covered with human skin and pieces of meat, which was indescribable.

They sing the praises of the Chaos Gods, they pray for death, they are hungry, they are terrible, they can't stand the bombardment, some lucky ones can use mobility to leave the range of the bombardment, but such a nightmare will make those damn Norsca Never dared to approach the land of Bretonnia in my life.

And the legend of this ship has also become demonized in the mouths of the Norscans, such as a kilometer long, a hundred cannons (this is true), full of terrible feathered chicken men, and countless floating in the air The stone boat is next to it.

But Roel doesn't know that he is now replicating the "art" of the Duke of Bordeaux hanging Norsca in the port, leaving their bodies to rot and be eaten by seabirds, but the scale is amazing, hundreds of People were hung on the wood in the darkest and most terrifying posture, and it was full of hangs, like the gates of hell.

At the port of Musilon, people watched those famous Norsca captains being hung like dried fish. Many old sailors, adventurers, or people who had been attacked spoke out their names in detail. However, the admiration and admiration for the duke is increasing day by day.

He is as cruel and powerful as Merovingian, even worse, but in his heart he is a human being, a commoner.

This world is so outrageous, the sense of security is directly proportional to the Duke's tendency to violence, only fighting can soothe people's hearts, but this is not good news for a person.

The mercenary in a black cloak looked at the gate of hell. Among the countless hanging people, many of his recruits had become the Duke's prey and hung here.

And that giant ship is even more eye-catching, and that duke is even more disgusting, how loving, loving, loving he and his father are!

He should be the Duke of Bordereau, not an outsider... But now he has new allies, he walks into the shadow of the path, into the deserted room where a young man in black armor sits.

His sigil was unknown, but he looked a little like the current king of Bretonnia.

The man in black put aside his cloak, revealing a face that was very similar to that of Duke Alberic. He was the second son of Duke Boldrow, and he was unable to inherit the territory because he was not old enough. When he saw someone who was similar to himself Big Roel had accomplished what no one in Bretonnia had accomplished, and envy turned all the virtues he had learned from his own father into resentment.

"Mr. Maleburg, I'm glad you told me this. I didn't even know that something that belonged to me had changed hands."

The black knight looked at the kraft paper. No one knew what was written on it. He just put it down and spoke to the second son of Duke Boldro. "That's right, that should be yours, are you going to join my cause now?"

"I have gathered a group of thugs, and the knights who are dissatisfied with Duke Roel have also entered my territory. Now the wilderness of Musilon, I mean what I say."

The second son said. "How do you find so many people to support him? He is the youngest miracle in Bretonnia. He is full of martial arts and has no black spots..."

Mr. Malerberg put down the kraft paper in his hand, on which Roel was almost the only black material, the crime of murdering three hundred Holy Grail girls.

The second son looked at those materials, and he couldn't understand why there were so many materials on Maleburg?

Maleborg just looked in the direction of Colony, because he has the best insider in the world...

In the hall, King Lawn looked at the new policy, and he asked his partner with great interest.

"Duke Roel's policy is amazing. Bretonnia's business income during this period has moved all the gods. The wealth of the empire has been flowing into us, and even that kid Karl is thinking about how to fight back."

"I need to maintain this advantage. Bretonnia's strong productivity will destroy the empire from a commercial perspective, and become the winner without provoking war!"

Lawn beamed with joy, and Duke Agen felt jealous. Except for the day that Lawn became a Holy Grail Knight, he had never seen such a smile in his life.

The Duke of Agen nodded expressionlessly and replied. "Of course, Your Majesty, of course, Duke Roel is full of wisdom, command art and strong charisma, but I don't think it's a good thing to break Bretonnia's thousand-year-old tradition..."

"In fact, those businesses are threatening the foundation of our farmers. If everyone buys and sells things, who will cultivate them?"

"If everyone is making wine, wool, and horses, who will fill the granaries?"

The Duke of Agen's words made Raun's smile go away, but soon, Raun saw Roel's new technology, wheat varieties that can be grown all year round and greenhouse technology.

King Lawn pointed to the scroll. "It's this, it's this that keeps the food plentiful, allows the knights to fight, and keeps Bretonnia here."

"Duke of Agen, what do you think?"

Ah Rang looked at the file. "Okay, great, with him here, we in Bretonnia have a bright future."

"The future is promising..."

It turns out that humans are flawed, not everyone is Duke Boldroux, and not everyone can love someone unconditionally.

There are no saints in this world, and there are no people without flaws. Roel is like this, Agen is like this, and the second son of Duke Boldroy is like this, and everything is going on as planned by Tzeentch.

And Maleborg, the Black Knight, the Viper, the illegitimate son of King Lawn...

The Destroyer of Bretonnia...

The tragic Holy Grail Knight, the world-destroying chess piece chosen by the gods, is feeling that he controls all destiny and is superior.

But what he was facing was not the original Bretonnia. The duke split, did not obey orders, and King Lawn was attacked by a big demon, and the weak Bretonnia.

What he faced was the kingdom of knights composed of black powder, faith, knights, honor and victory, the most powerful human legion in the Old Continent, the kingdom of cavalry, Bretonnia.

But who will win, only time will tell whether it is right or wrong.

(End of this chapter)