Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 72
People gathered in the village square, holding hands, the evil books turned into flames, burning lights, meat and wine mixed together, people sang, people praised, actors danced.

[When the unappeared king was born?
The God of the Lake said, Your path will be filled with darkness.

The dead guard the way to the shore.

Greenskins plunder plump barns.

Where are the horses and knights now?

Where is the bugle now?
Where are the helmet and armor now,

Where is the flowing blond hair now?

Where are spring, farming, and golden corn now?
shadow of death
all light disappears,
King, Gilles!King, Gilles!
The friendship of the Bato people,

It is the power of a true king!

Silver light shines on the Seine and Grimes rivers
The flower of the lake god appeared on the earth!

The green grass is lush, blown by the sea breeze
The white lilies sway,
Drums and silver blades of swords swaying in the wind

On the verdant land of Nabato,

Under the sea breeze!

In the sun of the earth,

Blooming like spring,

The trees are lush and the water flows like midsummer,
A hundred birds sing and fly together.

The cloudless night sky is blue,
Beside the swaying cypress trees,
Elven ruined castle,
Lush foliage sparkles.

After traveling thousands of miles, I finally stopped,

The breath of darkness is our enemy.

The towering military exploits have not been recovered,
The majestic mountains cannot cover,
The dance of myriad shadows has not stopped,
The lake god shines forever,
It's not too late to rise up now,
Drum up Yu Yong to take advantage of this time.

To the sea, to the sea!When the falcon hoots!

The battle flag is blowing, and the waves are flying!

West, west, the round sun is setting.

Bordello, Bordello's great ship, do you hear their cry?

Is it the voice of my fellow man who left first?
I will, I will leave the land that gave birth to me;

Our time is coming, our days of misery are past!

Will I sail alone to the enemy formation!

Sweet sleep on the shore of the last lake!

Vanishing honor, sweet voice,

In Lyonnes, where man has no fear!

The azalea never fades, it is the eternal hometown of my compatriots!
Sing, people of Barto,
The orc invasion has broken down,

The beast of war has collapsed.

Sing and celebrate!People around the king!
Your persistence is not in vain,

The Grail Knight will win,
The king soars triumphantly, and he shall return triumphant.

Sing and celebrate, children of Bartor,

The king will come again,
He will return to you,

Life does not change.

The dry chalice will rise again,
He will set it on high,
Knights shall be blessed.

All people, sing!

Break through doubts, wear darkness, and face the light,
Draw your long sword and sing in the sun,

Rekindled hope, sacrificed oneself;
Overcome death, conquer fear, end doom,

Overcome loss, conquer life, eternal glory

King Gilles, ah!Snowf, Landuin!
we still remember,

Although by this distant lake

The shining stars at the feet of the Goddess of the West.

Extending in all directions, the stream is endless,

What will happen then?How would I know?

The red flame shines on my heart,
The king rests beside the holy lake,
He said, my feet are not tired yet.

Who can predict the dangers of the future,
If danger arises,
Only the two of us can see it.

Sword and lance, cup and glory,

Enjoy it and don't let it go!Don't let it go!

If Bartor's enemies invade, King Gilles is still here!
Mist and dawn, cloud and haze.

It will be hidden forever!Don't see me!

Fires and lamps, sweet meat and bread,
Go to bed immediately after eating!Go to bed!

white snow!white snow!Holy lady!
Sleep in peace, after the Sabbath of King Nabato!
Sleep in peace...after the Sabbath of King Nabato! 】

Ballads were sung, the wine was sweet, and Roel sat in the distance, both enjoying and lonely, only relaxing a little while drinking the wine.

There are two beauties sitting beside them, under the moonlight, which is enviable.

Carloma is the protagonist, but he pushes through the crowd and walks to the lonely table.

"Brother, I want you to address the village."

Without thinking about it, Roel refused. "don't want."

When Carloma saw him like this, he sat down at the wooden table. He knew how determined the person in front of him was, but he still said it.

"If you are tired from the journey of chasing yourself, you can give up everything, and I will welcome you here."

"But I also know, brother, you're going to be a big deal. God, I've met the Duke of Aquitaine. He's very similar to you."

"I'm illiterate, and I can't speak clearly, but people like you always have endless stories to tell and endless grievances."

"Sometimes, it is more important to end a grudge with a smile than to be entangled in the whirlpool. This is the wisdom of the farmer Barto."

He grinned again. "Too much talk, cheers, cheers!" It doesn't look like a leader, just like a guy who doesn't know how to take care of his friends.

Roel raised his wine glass, Alimara also blushed drunkenly, and Elena also broke through social fear and raised her wine glass.

"For Bretonnia!"

The three spoke together, and only Elena spoke. "For Athel Loren!"

Roel froze for a moment. "Hey, hey, if you say that, something is wrong with the wine!"

"Well, let's start over, shall we?"

Elena nodded, and they raised their glasses.

Three people said. "For Athel Loren!"

Elena said. "For Bretonnia!"

silence…

Roel blushed. "Ahem, for the sake of Bretonnia and Athel Loren, is it okay?"

The three nodded.

"For Bretonnia, and Athel Loren!"

"For Athel Loren and Bretonnia!"

"For the forest and Bretonnia!"

"For Bretonnia and Atholo! Then what, I forgot..."

None of the four people have a unified...

The next day, Roel rarely slept until noon. When he woke up, there was a strong wind outside the house, and it seemed to be raining heavily.

Elena and Alimara had already packed their parcels, and Carloma, who had come from the village in the rain, was wet and clean.

He also found a carpenter in advance to build a caravan with the Rogue mark, which can be pulled by horses, so that they don't need to eat and sleep in the open.

He mysteriously gave Roel something wrapped in the cloth. It was a carefully carved hood symbol, which represented the respect of the Bretonnian thieves for this man.

"Goodbye, friends, hope you enjoy Freedom Wanled, you can come back anytime."

Roel didn't speak, just gave a thumbs up silently... It was raining and sunny at the moment, and when he left the village, just like that, he "lost everything" again.

　The water has risen, and the pace seems to be fast recently, because a reader said that the previous plot was too watery, so I... a little bit fucked by this Tzeentch follower.

　　During this time, I will try to write back the feeling of the first volume!

　　For the ladies!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)