Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 171 The Return of the Duke of Musilon
Lyonnes is an important duchy of Bretonnia. It is the largest territory in Bretonnia and bears the threat of the Beastmen of the Artois Forest and the southern threat of Musilon. It is also one of the most consumed places in Bretonnia. one.

The northern region is dotted with hills known locally as bunkers.

These terrains are roughly circular in shape, usually less than 20 meters high, almost flat on top and very steep on the sides.

Openings at the top lead to a complex of caves, all of which lead to a drinkable underground river.

As many have noticed, these places may have been artificially designed as castle lands, but they appear to be entirely natural.

Today, every bunker has a castle or the ruins of a castle on top of it.

Their existence is fundamentally to hinder the spread of Musilon's evil power, and there will be several guards and a castle master-level noble knight as defensive forces.

But recently, the evil wind in Musilon has increased a lot. Attacking from the north, countless evil beastmen, creatures called frogmen, ran out of the Musilon swamp and attacked the earth castle.

The eerie evil wind continued, making people frightened. The castle owners who planned for a rainy day gathered together, leaving only the guards guarding the castle. They rode their horses deep into it, wanting to find out the specific situation, so that the Duke could send troops.

When they passed their earthen castles, they stepped into a dark and terrible place, where twisted shrubs and trees abounded, a swamp, inhabited by frogmen as well as undead.

When the knight used a long ax to cut off the strange frog-like monster that popped out of the swamp, it panicked and danced, as if it had eaten a poisonous mushroom, and was suddenly pierced through the neck by the knight's blade, and his armor was wet with blood. Can't help but complain.

"Recently, the attacks of the frogmen have become so ordinary. They usually don't leave this swamp. What happened to them?"

"And this one is weird too."

Another knight answered. "I don't know, but I have seen similar records of such a thing, 700 years ago..."

In the middle of his speech, a burst of ethereal and terrifying voices came from all directions in the swamp, and the evil wind of death was constantly echoing.

"700 years ago, the Duke of Musilon, the powerful Duke of Merovingian, terrified the evil tribe of frogmen, and they all moved to Lyonnes, causing mass death. History calls it the Frogman Rebellion. "

"There is a prophecy that when Merovingian is revived, Bretonnia will encounter four trials: frog plague, flood, disease, and wildfire."

All the pores of the knights trembled. "Who are you, who are you?!"

They waved their swords and were vigilant against each other. At this moment, countless skeletons and zombies crawled out of the inconspicuous mud pits in the swamp, and bats flew from the sky.

"Join my legion, everyone." A corpse in black armor looked at them from a distance. The light blue soul flames only made the knights feel cold...

They didn't have time to suffer. Monsters kept attacking them. The knights didn't care too much, so they could only quickly fight back with their swords. The knights who guarded the border all the year round were not bad in terms of strength and ability, and they didn't fall into a disadvantage for a long time.

But the corpse demon picked up a dark green stone, crushed it lightly, and chanted some words, after a while, the knights felt unable to breathe.

When a castle owner clutched his throat and fell off the horse, surrounded by countless bones, an astonishing sense of fear permeated the air. In the distant swamp, Pete Fonti was enjoying that fear.

He was sinking in the swamp at the moment. As a necromancer, he didn't need to breathe. In the dark green thick liquid, he leaned against the black and white wall.

Where did the walls come from?It turned out that in this bottomless swamp, there was a tall castle, and a vampire was sleeping in the castle.

With dark armor and tightly closed eyes, the Duke of Merovingian is lying in a golden tomb. The seal set by the priest of Mor is getting weaker and weaker, and the wound he was beheaded by the Holy Grail Knight is also healing.

700 years...

At this moment, Pete Fonti only hoped that his master's resurrection would not be disturbed by idlers and others. He dared to approach the creatures in the swamp at this moment, and he would kill them without mercy!

His power has become stronger, with countless dimension stones as his energy source, and the terrible power of Merovingian orthodox necromancers is constantly tormenting.

Countless monsters forced those knights, beating them into a panic.

Just when the wight demon felt victorious and was manipulated to approach, the arrow pierced through the wight monster's head, and Pete felt a stabbing pain on his forehead...

"what!"

"Elf!" He immediately realized who was coming, but a moment later, a violent explosion exploded in the place where he was defending against the enemy's invasion.

Petefonti hurriedly climbed into his master's tomb. Although it was not the best time, he couldn't procrastinate any longer.

He took out all his dimensional stone fragments and sprinkled them around the golden tomb like garbage. The two precious swords were attached to the tomb. Abnormal, large amounts. The wind of death gathered here, setting off a dark storm. Scary vortex.

At this moment, Elena, who was saving the knight in the distance, didn't even need to navigate, relying on the elf's natural sensitivity to the eight winds, she quickly approached the tomb.

Dozens of knights also stared blankly at the elf. They soon realized that this fairy knew a lot, and immediately chased after her.

The horse galloped behind the elf, and the knight and the elf quickly approached the tomb site one after the other. At this moment, in the huge dark green swamp, there was a huge cemetery like a hill, making it hard to tell whether it was a castle or a cemetery. The hideous building floated from the mud.

"My lady! What is this!?" The knights stopped their horses, and the roar of the horses echoed in the forest, and Elena's expression froze.

"Yes... the king of Musilon, the natural enemy of Bretonnia, he is back!"

At this moment, the Seine River, which has been peaceful for a hundred years, suddenly flooded, destroying farmland and submerging villages. The lords of Colony panicked.

In the south, in the city of Brionne, clean people suddenly knelt on the ground and trembled, and their bodies developed red chicken pox.

On the border of the forests of Quinaris and Athel Loren, a monstrous flame suddenly ignited.

In the swamp, in the tomb, Duke Meroving yawned lazily.

He got up. "You haven't woken up yet, why did you call me so early?"

Pete was excited, trembling, kneeling on the ground. "Bretonnia and the elves have come to disturb your rest."

He picked up his sword blade and wiped it carefully. The knights and Elena could not help but feel the cold sweat on their foreheads, because this is the Duke who almost destroyed Bretonnia, one of the kings of vampires...

Elena could only look at the others helplessly, and shouted. "Run!"

(End of this chapter)