Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 230 The Black Knight Who Lost His Dream

A single swallow does not count as summer.

It is rare to be famous without being slandered.

Blood is inherited from the previous generation, and virtue is cultivated by oneself.

The century and age of happiness is the golden age,... People who live in that era have no concept of you and me.In that holy age, everything was shared. …At that time, people lived and lived in peace, brotherhood, harmony and harmony...Fraud and evil have not yet mixed with truth and justice.

Justice has its own world, and no selfish desire or greed dares to interfere or offend it.And now, these things dare to despise, interfere with and denigrate justice.At that time, in the minds of judges, there was no concept of judging cases in vain, because there was no matter or person that needed to be sentenced.

——"Don Quixote" volume 11 chapter [-]

Close the pages of the ancient book, Maleborg, black knight, viper, self-confessed Don Quixote, he is an absolute jester, blood, fate or whatever gathers there, he should have been destined to be with Musilon The Duke has a death fight, but now, his plans are all shattered, and the Duke's rights are even more boundless.

Where is the giant? He is not as ill as the farmer in the book, but he is not there. Even Maleborg dare not attack the current Duke, and he does not have the courage to challenge the windmill.

Maleborg was terrified, so he escaped, but fate was pulling him, making him move forward to his own end. If he didn't smash the huge windmill, he couldn't defeat Bretonnia, which was bound by the knight road, and couldn't liberate the elf gods. Deceived fellow man, even so, that's what he used his necromantic powers for.

But he was confused, his strength, faith, and love all came from knowing the truth of the lady, and Maleburg's life grew up under the language of the deceiver. His beliefs and efforts were all for the existence and honor of the Holy Grail Knight, But in the end he almost went crazy.

He drew his sword towards his hometown, and exposed his bloody teeth, but saw a huge giant covering his body like a mountain, unable to resist.

Maleborg couldn't bear such a feeling. Of course, he hadn't turned into a vampire yet, but the magic power of the eight winds had actually entered his body, and the black knight was no longer a normal person.

He put on his armor and ordered the soldiers to advance to Lord Roel's territory. He would not recognize Musilon's current master, bat wolf, chariot, terrible vampire bats covering the sky, necromancers, black knights, Batoni Those who have nowhere to return to Asia, those things gather, of course, the undead use their unique abilities and don't need to breathe. This is all packed in a sealed car, even the outlaws don't know it.

If you look at Maleburg's gentle face from a distance, and the way the knights and servants protect the goods in an orderly manner, there is no doubt that no one will confuse them with the terrifying death army.

Gods, the priests in the team swayed their opinions on the gods, the aura of killing was concealed, and the sky was filled with dark clouds, which were caused by bats flying in the sky, surpassing the distance of human vision and combined with the wind of death effect, but Maleborg didn't know that when playing with dead people, the one opposite him was the real expert.

When Roel found the traces of necromancy and the damaged family emblem of the poisonous snake in the abdomen of those possessed demon hosts, he already knew the ins and outs of the matter. Roel was afraid of this poor illegitimate child before, Now it's probably just poor.

He looked at the almost digested rag, the faint cold wind flowed in front of him from the gap in the castle, he felt the faint magic power from it, is war coming again?
It has not been peaceful here for too long, and Roel has become a little numb. The world made up of death or destruction is a joke of the Chaos Gods. This is a place of despair, but his territory will become a lighthouse and hope. A situation like this cannot be taken away, never will be.

Black powder, faith, and steel formed a defense force that far surpassed the wall. The undestroyed city of Duke Merovingian, Roel believed that no one in this world could destroy it head-on.

He picked up the fine wine on the table and drank it, and put the gun behind his back. Even if the guards could deal with the black knight, as the duke, he still couldn't refuse such a provocation.

The eight winds fluctuate, the gods are treacherous, and the army of Maleborg is gradually approaching. If it is an ordinary person, it must be a good caravan, but the guards of the kingdom of heaven are not ordinary people.

Strict investigations and the patrol of the Holy Grail Knight caught the black knight off guard. He pulled out his blade and instantly killed those people who didn't have eyes. The brutality caused screams.

The first person to drive here was Noke. He used to like to patrol. Now that the city here is larger and there are more residents, he loves this matter even more. The knight was fiery at heart.

"Who is it? Come to the dukedom to mess around?"

The black knight announced his name, the one-handed sword was shining under the abnormal light of the day, and Nok looked at each other holding the sword. He has experienced many wars and battles, but he can also feel the pressure brought by the people in front of him. Such a man can actually make the Holy Grail Knight find it difficult to defeat.

The strange knights around him are even more surprising, but Nok doesn't think so much, protecting the people is the meaning of his existence. After he completed the sins of his family until now, he has made atonement for the mistakes made by his ancestors , willing to die for Bretonnia.

Such a strength composed of awareness and adult practice is still in the top 13 of the country's 20 duchies even in Bretonnia, where there are superhumans, and Noke is undoubtedly the champion here.

But is Maleburg afraid?Will the black knight be afraid?No, not at all. He is the descendant of the king of Bretonnia, and he has also fulfilled the Holy Grail oath. He specializes in black magic and even secretly transformed his body. Almost instantly, as soon as he rode forward, Noke felt as if The giant beast approached in front of him.

Nock's weapon is indeed powerful and terrifying, and the knights next to him are also one in a hundred, enough to fight against a hundred strongmen, but he still shouted vigilantly. "All retreat, distance yourself, and let me deal with him."

The knights' vengeance against the Holy Grail Knights was complete. Seeing them step back, Noke put on his own helmet, the gorgeous helmet of the Holy Grail Knights, and the blade was playing fiercely in his hands. Long terrible weapon.

But Maleborg slapped his horse forward and rushed forward suddenly, the smell of blood swept across his armor, the nobleman bathed in the blood of the people of Bretonnia, the bastard son of the king, the rebellious Don Quixote, a pawn played by the gods, what do you think of the black knight It doesn't matter, he just wants to succeed, success by whatever means.

Noke was frightened, fast, ferocious, and resisting like a gust of wind, this is Noke's only thought now, his giant sword is in front of him like a tower shield, and what awaits Noke is not an attack like a torrential rain, but It was the black knight who approached Nok affectionately and said.

"The lady in the lake is Lilith, the elven god. After I finished the Holy Grail oath, I was backlashed when I drank her blood. I saw this clearly."

"The whole of Bretonnia is based on deceit. I know you very well. I know you. You are a great knight and you are unwilling to oppress the peasants. But you never thought that nobles are not superior to others."

Nock frantically pushed away the knight in front of him, as if the black knight's light words could take away his soul, but for the Holy Grail Knight, such words were indeed terrifying.

"No, it's impossible. How could something like you who was born in nowhere know this? Are you lying to me? You bastard."

Nock was not sluggish, but was angry because of it. He raised his sword blade, and the giant sword burned with the light of magic and faith. When he attacked, Malebog did not dodge or dodge, but took out a small thing, Nock, who had been a guest at a royal banquet, of course knew that it was King Lawn's family crest.

"What are you doing with this thing, it can't save you!" Nock held up his weapon, but Maleborg said slowly. "He is my father."

Nock's movements immediately stopped. The words almost short-circuited his head. No matter whether it is true or not, it is outrageous to say such words. In Bretonnia, where bloodlines and inheritance are extremely concerned, no knight would misidentify his relatives like this , even if the opposite is a duke or king.

Nock instantly felt countless thoughts climb into his mind, and all kinds of things made sense, such as why Lawn didn't marry a wife, or why this person was so strange.

In a battle at the superhuman level, just a momentary hesitation turned into a fatal gap. The sharp long sword sank into Nok's abdomen, and he rolled from behind the horse. His blood wet the armor and the ground. He clutched his body and looked at it in surprise people in front of you.

"You... said..." Even though he was dying, he only cared about that thing. After all, his language was what the Bretonnian knights chased all their lives, and what he said was all lies...

Nock saw the nod of the knight in front of him next...

"Haha, it's impossible, it's impossible..."

He doubted his own strength unbelievably, and the honor of the Holy Grail Knight and the lady's gift also faded on his body. The black knight raised his blade at this moment, and he couldn't help but look at the end of the powerful man in front of him. Don Quixote, the fate and experience of Bretonnia is not a kind of Don Quixote, lingering in the dream created by the lady of the lake. The so-called chivalry and honor are all dreams under the declaration of the Holy Grail Knight.

Where is the giant?Just a windmill!Keep oppressing the peasants, keep playing this terrible game that's been going on for millennia?
The black knight wants to end all sins and reincarnation, his sword cuts down, and he decides to use the blood of the holy grail knight in front of him to doom the first step of change!

But almost instantly, there was a thunderous reverberation, and cheers as violent force struck his blade and his weapon dropped.

"The Duke!"

"It's the Duke!"

"Duke, Lord Nock lost?!"

Roel wiped the muzzle of his gun, and seeing Nock's confused look, he understood.

"You bastard, is that how you treat a duel like this, with sweet words and falsehood?"

The black knight bowed. "My lord, if it were you, you must know the cause and effect of the matter, wouldn't you?" Maleberg said in a strange tone. He didn't mean so-called worship or anything else, but questioning.

"You are still so strong at this moment, but I don't know how long you can keep it."

He rode his horse and charged forward crazily. Roel didn't have a mount, he didn't like it, so he just stood, because Roel knew that he couldn't hurt himself.

After a while, the black knight's weapon approached, but what Maleburg faced was not victory, but a dagger shot from the tree, which was extremely fast and stuck in the blind corner of the field of vision, which is definitely not something a human assassin can do!
"What?!" Maleborg had no choice but to put away his attack and resist the dagger, otherwise, if the thing penetrated his eyes, even the body of the Holy Grail Knight would die.

"Is that the case with the dignified duke?" The black knight looked at the beautiful dagger with lace, it seemed to be a growing tree, the creation of the wood elves?
He thought in his heart that the duke had actually formed an alliance with the wood elves and those damn things, and he watched the guards who were constantly gathering, dozens of cannons, black powder and knights, and he would not get any benefit from fighting here. The attack didn't kill Duke Roel either, and the Black Knight fell into a hopeless passivity.

He looked at the Duke in front of him, and told him secretly. "Don't you think you know it all?"

Roel didn't answer, he continued talking. "The lady of the lake is not a human god, but an elf god. Her plan is to cultivate knights as her soldiers. The Holy Grail Knight is her masterpiece. Today's chivalry is all lies she told to split Bretonnia !"

"I am the illegitimate son of King Lawn, and my flowing blood tells me the truth, so that I did not die from the blood of that heretical god."

"Duke Musilon, if you really care about the people, you should join us and destroy Bretonnia together!"

Roel buttoned his ears. "that's all?"

The black knight stared blankly at the Duke in front of him. "What's the meaning?"

Roel replied. "Your so-called deception, beliefs, etc., have you ever thought that I didn't trust the so-called lady in the lake from the very beginning."

"Secondly, your father, Lawn, can't even see the problem of the lady in the lake. How can you?"

"Then, Arkham the Black, wouldn't the Tomb King's help be unreasonable?"

"Look at you, your soul has been invaded by necromancy, and the former knight is gone, because the virtue you insist on is fake?"

The black knight retorted. "Bretonnian knights strive to maintain their virtues because of the lady's gift, don't they?"

Roel replied. "It is because you live like this that you suffer so much because the lady is a fake. You are now a boy who lacks love and complains about why the world is so bad. When you encounter excuses, there are still people willing to help you, but you have been treated as The gun is fired!"

"A guy like you, if I don't stop you, you will impulsively kill your father and destroy your hometown without knowing it!"

It's as if the elders are admonishing children. You must know that Maleburg is nearly 30, but Roel has been 40 to 5 in his two lifetimes!

The black knight was speechless, he faltered and asked. "Then what should I do?"

Roel replied. "Come with me and confuse the Chaos Gods."

(End of this chapter)