Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 177 The Alliance with the Remains of the Holy Grail
When the rumors entered Roel's castle, he watched the guards chattering, his lips were a little chapped because of emotion, not because of disgust, nor worry, but excitement.

The remains of the real Holy Grail Knight, and it can move, is a proof of faith and an immortal legend of the Holy Grail Knight to the Bretonnians.

But soon he fell into doubts, because the wind of death and the power of the lady are not in harmony, even if the Holy Grail Knight is driven by several necromancers, he will not get up.

unless…

Musilon's Holy Grail Knight!

From birth to death of those born in that corrupted land, in fact, before the Merovingian rebellion in Musilon, there were many Holy Grail knights, but the bones of the knights in Musilon had the wind of death and a certain mutation.

It wouldn't be surprising if it was Musilon's knight, but why did he just wake up now? The daily complication short-circuited Roel's clever brain.

He thought for a long time, but he didn't get an answer in the end, because although the recent complicated magic wind is powerful, it is still not enough to drive the Holy Grail Knight's resurrection, unless something arouses his soul.

For example, the ancient past, the severance of the family blood, or something disturbed his rest.

But Roel just touched his chin. He is also a necromancer now. If he can control that strange necromancer, his power can increase a lot, and the identity of the Holy Grail Knight can also make it belong to his own body. At the same time, it will not make everyone feel that they are "evil".

In addition, the remains of the Holy Grail Knight cannot be determined to be safe. The Warhammer world is the law of the dark forest.

After making some inner judgments, Roel planned to visit the "king".

He called Nok, Miss Ali Mara, and several gun guards directly under him. Generally speaking, they were the only and few cutting-edge combat forces in the territory, and gathered together.

When the lord reappeared in the territory, the peasants were not as terrified as when the duke appeared. Instead, they lovingly handed out fruits and food. If he hadn't thought about his own business, Roel would have eaten it.

But in fact, in his heart, during the time when he was on duty at the lighthouse, the stew cooked at night was the most delicious.

It’s just that things are different now, if it’s not the end of the world, maybe he’s still working as a night watchman in that place, he shrinks his head to make the cold wind that hasn’t dissipated in spring not so cold.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, he slowly walked out of the territory.

When they stepped out of the territory and came to the wilderness and forest, Roel took off the heavy and gorgeous clothes, and picked up the rifle hanging on the mule.

He rubbed his shoulders again. He hadn't moved for a long time, but now he felt alive again. Seeing him at ease, Noke also laughed.

"Look, who can't stand being a lord?"

Roel retorted. "Yeah, who came to me crying after being rejected by the businessman."

Miss Alimara covered her mouth and snickered, muttering in her heart, these two living treasures.

For the two adventurers, Nock and Roel, returning to the plains and forests is more natural and comfortable than coming to the city. What they have in their blood is Ulric's belief, not the merchant's.

They spent too much time learning how to kill the enemy, and now it is difficult to get rid of such days. It can be said that Roel really understands why so many lords came when they crusade against the first generation of Granset.

Routine domain management and chores can leave the hands of Bretonnian lords rusty!
When the blood left by the green skin on the wilderness brushed Roel's cheeks with that mushroom smell, he couldn't help but tell Nock what happened before.

"You know, my head was dizzy at that time, and I felt like I was really going to die. Fortunately, I had you."

Nock rubbed the tip of his nose. "My God, it's too bad you're going to give me the sword then."

Roel said. "Recalling the days when I fought with the green skins now, I actually feel excited. By the way, did you see that those huge bats that blocked the sky and the sun were ignited by me with fireworks."

Nock cursed. "We were almost scared to death at that time, thinking you set the sky on fire."

Ali Mara couldn't help but join the topic. "It scared me to death. There were dead bats falling all over the sky. I don't want to fight anymore, but the feeling of revenge is really unforgettable."

Roel asked Alimara. "Your parents and folks seem to have moved into my territory?"

Alimara nodded. "That's right, the two hundred people in Charlene Village are here. Master, what's the name of the one you planned?"

"high…"

Roel added. "The high-tech zone, which will be the key area of ​​the city in the future. In addition to the commercial gathering place, there are also a large number of markets and theaters, the largest theater in Pordero."

Nock is a man who likes war. "Where is the blacksmith shop?"

Roel said. "Near the port, I want to build a set of industrial lines comparable to the Nuln Empire, which can provide a large amount of iron for the entire Bretonnia."

Nok and Alimara said at the same time. "Will you be the richest lord in Bretonnia?"

Roel replied. "I will become the most powerful human lord in the Old Continent!"

At this moment, a hoarse voice came from the dense forest. "Good ambition, good ambition, awesome young people." Then came the sound of clattering, clattering bones.

The silver battle armor protrudes from the forest, and the skeleton-like horse carries a powerful magic releaser. The light lingers on the skeleton body for a long time. Does he still permeate?
The flame of the soul is constantly burning, and countless dry bones follow him, like his most loyal servants.

Baiyin's long sword was as white as his bones, and the mighty horse was as energetic as before. When Roel saw him, the moment he saw Roel, the two of them froze.

It seemed a long time ago, but the reality was only a moment. The skeleton laughed loudly, and the jaws clicked and clicked continuously. He looked at the human in front of him, as if he saw something interesting.

"Farmer, lady, Boon, you guy, you still have..."

Roel subconsciously put away his doll, but he knew it was useless.

The skeleton rattled closer, and the strange feeling made Alimara and Nok feel kind, it was a gift from the lady, and they felt fear, it was the enemies of the undead.

The land under the Skeleton Knight's feet was fertile and fertile, but there wasn't a trace of flowers or plants. Even though it was spring, the creatures he stepped on would all be extinguished and withered.

When his horse's heels stepped on the land he had just destroyed, the flowers and plants became more luxuriant, and the calf-high vegetation grew up. The skeleton king, the skeleton knight, pointed his blade at Roel and shouted.

"Interesting human beings, interesting lives, in Bretonnia, where the eight winds are still alive, and the demons are endless, fight me."

"Victory, I will give you the loyalty of my soldiers, failure, I will cut off your head!"

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(End of this chapter)