Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 120 Lina Lamia Grantset
Swords and spears were pointed at a frail woman, at least in the eyes of others, but she was strong enough to break the necks of ogres and wrestle trolls.

Whenever spears or swords approached, they all broke with a click after being embraced by small white and slender arms, until sawdust and iron flakes spilled on the wooden floor of the castle room.

But at this moment, the castle is surrounded by the surviving chivalrous knights and peasants. The flat ground in the village is aimed at by musketeers. Elena is also preparing to be in the forest. Although the vampire is powerful, she is only a hundred-year-old new nobleman. Absolutely can't leave here.

Lina, or rather, a vampire of Lamia bloodline, the woman who killed the lord just looked at the window and quickly regained her elegance and politeness. Not easy to transfer.

But at this moment, everyone in the room has seen the terrifying appearance of the vampire, and no one has any blasphemous thoughts about the lady, or they just want to burn her to death.

"Don't move, you temptress!" Nok raised his giant sword. His blade might split the troll's head, but he dared not move rashly.

She put on a windbreaker, which was dark and strange, with countless patterns tattooed on it, like a strange work of art.

She just sat next to the dressing table and slowly began to touch up her makeup with the things on it.

She is still a lady, like the mistress of the castle, with her legs crossed, let alone. "As far as I can remember, I've been the brightest jewel in Brionne, but the looks pass and I realize I'm just a shell."

"When I was about to be left with nothing, my ancestors saved me, and I was ready to give everything for him."

"Shoot the gun, hunter, cut it down, knight, you will not break him, and none will until he has fulfilled his long-cherished wish."

The woman who finished her makeup stood up, stretched her arms, and faced death calmly. Even though her body would be burned and her soul would be imprisoned by Moore, she also knew that she had to.

Roel raised his rifle. He thought about all kinds of fierce resistance and fighting, but her calmness seemed to be enough. How could the vampire let go of his obsession?
But he would not hesitate, the hot lead was fired, the trigger was pulled, and in the smell and smoke of black powder, a lady's head was pierced through and became bloody.

The Jazz drew out his sword, separated her body, and sent them under the pressure of the guards. When the flames burned the last body of the deceased, the past stories rolled on her body that had never left the mortal world.

Many years ago, so long ago that it could not be discerned, a pearl was born in Granset Castle in Bretonnia at this moment. She was born extremely beautiful, like a handicraft. The nobles called her Lina, which means shining. girl.

She was destined in this life to be sent to a noble house as a gift, to be the most beautiful jewel brick of the Grantset family.

She enters the palace, presents it to the king, and then exchanges for the title of baron, sends it to the collar, and then gives it to the duke, and it is destined to become a fertile land.

Doting, love, people's doting emotions, jealousy and envy are all things that increase day by day. When her reputation was the highest, she married into the Duke's family in Brionne at that time, and it was logical to get more doting.

However, she is still a mortal, and her magic is nothing but the gods' reliance on her. One day, it will be taken back by time. Lina, who is approaching 30 years old, has long been used to gold, silver and jewelry. Although she is still in her prime, she realizes that To oneself will soon be left out in the cold.

She is a smart woman. When the first wrinkles appeared on her cheeks, she looked for countless beauty methods in the world. She was willing to sacrifice her life for this, because her family still needs to benefit from the Duke herself!

personal awareness?free?love?Such things have nothing to do with her, she is the hope of the Granset family, the jewel, and the most successful woman in Bretonnia.

Soon, her terrifying will attracted a knight, wearing blood-red armor and exuding the breath of blood, he admired her as much as others wanted her.

When the death horse under the knight's crotch stepped over the duke's territory, the battle for a woman took place in the duchy of Bretonnia. In the end, the powerful blood knight took away his heir.

But the vampire named Granset did not occupy her, but gave her a blood kiss, re-educated her knowledge like a father, let her be the righteous way of Bretonnia, the Duke of Musilon, Melo Warm work.

The connection of blood, eternal youth, and free grace, Lina accepted everything, and she only lived for her ancestors, just like when she was not a vampire, but at this moment, she felt that the Grantset family could only Only under the leadership of the Duke of Meroving can she succeed. She joined the Lamia bloodline, destroyed the castle of her descendants, became a lover for her descendants' blood relatives, sowed up discordant knights, and awakened the master...

Now she still has no regrets, when the obsessed body turned into coke in the flames, under the moonlight, beside the flames, the peasants and knights were discussing the sins of the temptress.

Only Roel found it strange that the sensitive farmer became depressed again by the woman's attitude towards death, until Sir found him by the campfire and asked him what was the matter.

Roel said that he didn't understand very well, the person in front of him had just killed his blood ancestor, even though she was a vampire, she was still so open-minded.

"Sir, why is she so calm, shouldn't vampires be struggling to survive?"

"What is she believing in, what is she expecting, is she really dead?"

"Why, I think she looks like you?"

Jazz sat on the ground, looking at the burning flames. He had already taken off his armor and was dressed in linen, looking like a decadent guy.

"Brother, the Granset family is very strange. It will always be born and die. This is what my father said. He heard it from his grandfather. At this moment, today, I understand a little bit."

"Yes, this lady is very similar to me, but I still won't hesitate, and I won't care. When she becomes a vampire, I will no longer be similar to her."

Roel didn't answer his own opinion, but just went to the room of the lord and the lady in the castle and began to sort out the things inside. No one stopped him, so at this moment the two most powerful people in the castle had become him and Nock.

Roel sighed, opened his wife's room, and undoubtedly found several handwritten caravan route maps. He sighed again. There were too many changes in this day, and it felt like several months had passed. , but the reality is so abrupt, bastard.

When Roel came to the lord's room and cleaned up the original route map and a large number of plans on the desk, he found another letter from the drawer. It had no cover and did not have a signature. He suspected it was from King Lawn. If he could speak, he immediately found a document to tell him.

[To the person who found the letter, I am the lord of this place, Nostern, if you find the letter, it means that I may have died in the war.

No matter who you are, please tell those who are still alive that Sir Nock will become the new master of the territory, and my career and everything else will be inherited by him, because a great thing cannot stop, at least not at this moment, although I hope this letter is buried in a drawer forever, but if you find it, please tell others, I ask with my blood and my breath...]

(End of this chapter)