Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 67 Free Farmers?

Where there is oppression, there will be uprisings, especially in places like Aquitaine that are safer than other territories. When too many people leave their hometowns, people with righteous hearts will gather to enter a certain stage of consciousness.

Roel was mixed in the crowd, masked and hands on hips, impressively looking like a small high-ranking official, but now on the execution platform, 7 robbers have been rescued, maybe they were too scared, those people still looked stupid silly look.

The leading rogue bowed down to Alimara and Carloma, and invited them to join the land of the free peasants, or to join their band of chivalrous men.

"You are not stupid and unjust people, two, we are fighting for the freedom of Bretonnia."

But at this moment, the knights didn't catch them without a fight. Even if they didn't have horses, their personal fighting power was terrible.

Back to back, the three knights formed a battle group, cut off the long fork when it came, and dodged when the flail was thrown, protecting the lord abruptly and fulfilling their responsibilities.

There are many volunteers on the stage at this moment, but they can't break the alliance of the three. As noble knights who have experienced many battles, they have demonstrated Bretonnia's courage to the fullest.

Roel didn't intend to help them, no matter whether they rebelled or worked hard, when the end came, their pursuit would be in vain.

Although he admires the brave will of the peasants, sadly, the so-called free country does not exist in Bretonnia.

Soon, more knights would trample down the village and turn everything into nothingness. Roel just sneaked up to Carloma and Alimara, and quickly pulled them off the high platform.

Alimara was pulled, startled, and subconsciously pulled out a dagger against Roel's neck, and Roel immediately spoke. "it's me!"

At this moment, Ali Mara seemed to have found her backbone, she sighed, and became teary again.

She's just a lady, today's adventure is too exciting for her, without anyone else, Carloma has become silly!
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Roel was still comforting his disciple, and he also wondered what is going on with Carlos now.

But now the confrontation on the high platform is still going on. Seeing that the peasants were unable to break through the defense of the knights, the leader of the masked man entered the field himself.

He should not be an ordinary person, or a farmer, at least he has received combat education.

Roel could see that this soldier was very aware of the principle of strength, strength and risk, but he used the risk very well.

Tossing and turning, chopping horizontally and vertically, under the light of the faint torches and moonlight, the warrior relied on the mobility of the light cloth armor to play with the three knights, and inserted the poisoned dagger into the gap in the armor.

To tell the truth, even if an ordinary dagger hits the gap, there is no way to break through the defense. Generally, there are cotton armor and chain mail inside the plate armor. It can be said that even if the iron sheet of the knight is stripped off, the peasant cannot kill him.

But the man knew very well that his dagger was only inserted into the gap of the armor, and the other hand immediately took out a small hammer and slammed it at the dagger.

The knight was obviously in pain and clutched his neck violently. "ah!"

He was afraid of this person, so he quickly distanced himself, so the combination of the three was also destroyed, leaving a gap for the peasants.

Three knights guarding and one knight guarding are two concepts. Human beings inevitably have dead ends, and those who are alone are quickly smashed unconscious by farmers with flails and pitchforks.

And the poisoned guy was even more miserable, he became groggy, fell down clutching his neck, and fell off the high platform.

Roel realized that the green forest hero who could lead an uprising in Bretonnia was probably not a simple person. With such technology and poison, the workers who made daggers were not bad. There should be nobles behind him.

In other words, the noble lord himself could not get used to this lord, so he arranged the uprising!

Roel was in a daze at first, and then felt sad. It turned out that... the farmers' hope of freedom was bestowed by the kindness of the gentlemen. Although it was a good thing, it was more piercing than the cold wind.

Roel wanted to pull the two of them away. The matter had already been settled, and he also saw clearly that farmers in Bretonnia had no freedom.

"Let's go, dog eats dog, but the peasants will change to a new lord, and that's good."

After Roel finished evaluating this matter, he felt bored again, shook his head, and pulled Alimara to leave.

Ellie looked at Carloma worriedly. "Master, he stopped moving just after the start..."

not moving?Roel looked at Carloma suspiciously, but he stood there as if he had been deprived of the last trace of his soul, so numb that he was not alive.

It's just that the eyes are opened, and because they haven't blinked, they are dry enough to be seen by the naked eye.

"strangeness…"

Roel looked around and searched for a long time before realizing something was wrong.

There was a strange symbol drawn on the back of Carloma's neck. When Roel pulled away his hair and saw the runes on it, his whole body felt cold.

Similar to an inverted triangle but with a circle in the middle, the three holy emblems, birth, death, and corruption.

This is obviously one of the four gods, the symbol of Nurgle!

Roel immediately wiped off the filthy and disgusting thing, and threw the rag far away with lingering fear, only to see that the sackcloth fell to the ground, suddenly wriggled, and crawled away like a bug, which also proved the magic power of Bafeng Enough to visualize here!
At this moment, Carloma's eyes suddenly regained light, he kept panting, and fell to the ground. "Ah... ah..."

He couldn't speak, choked up, kept pointing to the high platform, and choked up. "Ahhh!"

At this moment, Roel only felt that something was wrong, and this matter was no longer the lord's petty trouble!

On the high platform, the masked man was asking the chubby lord, in a natural state, the peasants had tied up the two knights, and surrounded the villain in front of him with weapons.

In their eyes, this matter has already been settled, the masked man said in a high-key manner.

"Lord of Delwan Village, you have committed all kinds of crimes and have no honor. Are you ready to meet your death?"

The lord had no expression on his face, he just stepped back, to the edge of the high platform, and looked at the peasants, rebels, and rebels.

His mouth was twisted and grinned high, like a woman with a gap, countless maggots and rot crawled out of it, and those heroes realized that something was wrong and showed puzzled expressions.

The masked man opened his eyes and shouted. "It's a demon believer! The lord is Nurgle's minion!"

But after a while, without the peasants and most of the masked people noticing, the lord unbuttoned his belly clothes, and countless rotten flies crawled out of the huge rotten wound on his stomach, lying on the high platform and swallowing the wax on the wood. .

Soon, because the high platform lost its waxy protection, or it was deliberately made fragile, only the licking of maggots and flies could destroy its structure.

The huge high platform collapsed, revealing its original appearance, a huge crucible, with flames still burning underneath, and human bones oozing out of the green thick juice.

In the screams of the people on the high platform, the goodwill of other lords, masked men, poor farmers, or bandits who were bound all fell into the pot.

The disgusting and rotten smell filled the air, and the living farmers couldn't help being crazy when they heard the sound of bones and flesh melting.

The most desperate thing is that the person in the boiler is still alive, and the eight winds will not take away his soul before his brain is also melted.

Roel was dumbfounded, he looked at everything in front of him, the situation changed suddenly, and the lord pulled out his arm bone, puff, like pulling out a spoon from jelly, the mucus splashed everywhere.

He stood by the pot, like an elf in a fairy tale, standing on the edge of an incomparably large boiler, and beat a living person who wanted to climb out of the boiler, cracking his head, and then slowly stirred it up.

Numerous grotesque creatures, small creatures, and rotting giants crawled out of the boiler.

Roel quickly realized that the execution platform in front of him, or the place where the execution platform used to be, was already a hell connected to the Chaos Demon Realm at this moment!

(End of this chapter)