Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 151 The Reborn Two

God's gift flashed across the skin of the two, leading them to find their own mounts in the forest. The two horses still did not leave, even though they were frightened by the vampire, they were still loyal.

When they came out of the forest, the sun had already risen into the sky. There was not a single spot in the two of them that was clean, but they were still quite energetic. The lady's blessing gave them a lot of energy out of thin air.

Roel looked at a messy plain where strange evil creatures had begun to be born. He didn't know how long the negative effect of the cracking of the dimension stone would affect this land, and he wondered whether he could still activate the belief in the four gods of chaos gift?

The false Eternal Chosen Archaon, the real Eternal Chosen, Roel!
It's a pity that the system didn't give the bonus of the four gods, but I'm afraid it's powerful enough to reverse my situation.

But is your humanity still there?What about Archaon?One day, I will punch those dense eyes and ask him in person.

When they left the forest, the sun had already risen, and there were so many bomb craters and corpses on the plain that people were numb.

Fortunately, they were all peasants, and they soon found two people coming out of the forest. The peasants still couldn't believe it, so that their work was slowed down. It was the knight resting next to them who saw their slow movements and opened their mouths. Shout out loud.

"Why aren't they moving? Those corpses won't go and burn by themselves!"

When he looked at the peasants, he also shouted in surprise. "Ma'am!"

Everyone thought that the two people in front of them should be dead, because they were chased into the forest by the terrible vampire count, and they didn't come back all night, but the vampire came out, so there was only one possibility, the two died, it was as simple as that .

Roel also greeted them with great interest and waved, as if what happened yesterday was just a trip.

When the knight walked back to the camp with the two men, the lord who was still alive stopped the wagon he was packing up, and a crowded crowd filled the hillside, noble and lowly.

The mixed voices finally turned into a sentence from the lords. "Lady up!"

Because whether it is Roel or Nock, the light on it represents the favor of the azalea, and if this is the case, then it is.

"Holy Grail Knight! Brionie has an extra Holy Grail Knight!" the knights shouted.

"God's choice! Oh, lady's God's choice! Farmers have also been recognized!" The farmers exclaimed.

After a while, a girl with a wolf threw herself into Roel's arms. "master…"

With tears in her eyes, Roel's chest was wet, and Nock rubbed the tip of his nose.

Roel rubbed her hair, and Alimara was always a head shorter than him, just enough to touch. "Great girl, well done, you fulfilled your wish, didn't you?"

Alimara nodded with blushing cheeks, and the elf under the oak tree in the distance couldn't help but look.

"I'm so envious, I don't have a lady waiting for me." After a while, a pockmarked boy rushed over again...

Noke's face was livid, and he just said something coldly. "Extra training."

The teenager suffers from such a big gap, at least in his later life, he will be grateful for such pain.

When the two returned to the main tent of the camp, several family crests and flags hanging had been removed, as well as the chairs, the long table, and the five carts of goods and fine wine in the logistics.

Those knight attendants, and even what their lords are planning, can be seen clearly at a glance.

There is no oil in the war, so we can only start with the things of Lord Nok's house!It can be regarded as a thief who never leaves empty space!

At this moment, the lords lowered their heads. Do they feel that they made a decision a little too quickly, or have they been scared out of their wits?

In the tent, Nok's face was livid, and he smashed it on the only desk given to him that hadn't been removed. The desk broke, and scattered sawdust hit the armor of the lords, making crackling sounds.

"This is your trust in the lady?" There was no real anger, but the tone was cold. The current Lord Nok does not need their consent at all, and can rely on his status as a Holy Grail Knight to directly apply for a crusade against the Duke.

In other words, now the lords are the beggars!

Roel and Nock were ordered to beg vampires. The lady admitted the gunpowder, the peasants, and Nock's actions to retake her family's territory.

And the tyranny and power of the first Granset has completely threatened Bretonnia, because he represents the previous Duke Musilon, Duke Meroving, the vampire duke who almost tore the entire Bretonnia apart!
The major lords trembled, it can be said that they were not so guilty whether they were in the Duke's court or in their own territory.

"My lord...I'm not moving things, I'm just..." a wise lord immediately shouted. "Oh, I'm preparing to renovate. Those tables and chairs are not suitable for the brave. I'm bringing my favorite imperial mahogany furniture from the territory."

Another lord also shouted. "Me too, I don't want to see the filthy flag, the tailor in my collar is rushing to work."

And the lord who was moving the food was pale, because the furniture and the flag were not considered to be broken, but the lack of facade would be inconvenient in the future, and he might have suffered.

"I... I'm sorting out the food, and the day after tomorrow, I will send two more carts of food."

Nock continued to blush. "Oh, ladies' disciples are all so filthy."

Roel coughed and felt that it was almost done. "That's enough, my lord, we still have things to do, we can't let our hearts go now."

"By the way, Lord Nok's blade was lost during the fight. Is anyone interested in helping Lord Nok build a new one?"

The other lords immediately knelt on one knee. "For the Holy Grail, I will do anything!"

The camp was preparing for war again, now at a faster pace, both the farmers and the lord worked harder, and in the afternoon alone, the two who were still resting received two blueprints.

Several lords brought a giant sword as big as a door panel and an explosive bayonet whose tip could store gunpowder.

To tell the truth, a powerful and unconstrained style!But if you want to deal with today's enemies, you must have such creativity, but the explosive bayonet...

Roel's imagination also twitched when he saw the Bretonnian, but he acquiesced in this matter, and thought that the vampire's armor was almost indestructible...

"Do you have the materials?" He asked without thinking.

the lords answered. "It's all Bretonnian steel, enough to pierce plate armor."

Roel said. "Not enough." He took off his body again, the chain mail made by the dwarves, which was stained with blood, but none of them were really attacked.

"Use it, this is the meteorite of the dwarves, ask the workers to melt it and make it into a blade, whether it is the lord's or my weapon, the blade must use this!"

It is not difficult for humans to forge dwarven metal, but it is not impossible, because the most difficult refining link has been completed by the dwarves. At this moment, the lords have taken the chain armor. "Yes, my lord."

(End of this chapter)