Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 224 Bretonnia's First Duke of Two Lands
The war was over, new food and a large amount of supplies were transported into Colony, and three hundred Holy Grail girls were secretly buried underground in Colony. As victims, the Bretonnians could not accept that they were burned again.

Victory is definitely not sweet, but the joy in the city will not lie. Bretonnia has not gathered so many knights and dukes in a hundred years. The last time it was so lively was when the king announced it. For the chivalry of the southern kingdom expedition.

Under such a grand situation, the entire Bretonnian dukes and knights gathered in Colony, and in the castle, the seats for 13 dukes were finally almost full, except for the Duke of Le Angoulan who dealt with the rebellion in his own territory.

And today we have a special guest, the lizardman...

As a harbinger of the impending chaos, the Lizardmen were not welcomed, but King Lawn was wise and powerful, and under the urging of Roel, Duke of Boldrow, the Lizardmen joined the alliance.

Lawn raised his glass. "Praise be to Bretonnia, gentlemen, we have defeated the demons and taken away the nightmare, when the light of Bretonnia shines again, my lady, for eternity, dukes, and knights."

"To peace, to victory, drink wine and eat food!"

cried the knights. "To Bretonnia!"

But there were still people who were out of place at the banquet. The three peasants buried their heads in the noble matsutake and wine. To complete the legend from Bretonnia to Luschia alive, no, only three.

And the most eye-catching thing at the banquet, chili, was also brought by them.

However, it was not enjoyed by the Bretonnians, but the Tyrannosaurus placed in the middle of the banquet and in the cage replaced the noisy clown performances in the banquet.

Although many knights could not accept it, there is no doubt that besides the two Dukes of Lawn and Roel, there are three of them who are the heroes of this banquet.

At this moment, Gao ignored the frowning of the lady next to him, stuffed a snail into his mouth, and then smiled with his bronzed and skinny arms at how he tamed a huge Tyrannosaurus rex.

Because the content is so disgusting, many people can only frown and listen, but such an adventure and the reaction of the Tyrannosaurus also show that it is true.

The short man pointed at the iron-clad ship in the banquet, and told how they got the monster out of the hands of the Marienburgers.

And how to drive it across the entire endless sea.

The man in ragged clothes was fiddled with the chili tree, and misintroduced this plant to the neighbors, such as it is poisonous, and eating it will make people lose fire or something.

Roel looked at those three idiots, and he was filled with emotion in his heart. The three troublemakers he drove away are now the best adventurers in the Old Continent. Time is really amazing, as is the ability to grow. , something he couldn't predict at all.

The real hope may not be in him, but in this world. Roel watched the red wine glass in his hand shake with a different halo, as if he smelled hope and victory.

He drank those things, let out a mouthful of hot air, and was wrapped around his shoulders by slender arms.

"How, the smell of victory." Miss Elena came to him like a lady in a big fluffy hat and gown, but there is no doubt that there are few such beautiful people in Bretonnia, and even most of them The noble girls were secretly sad in front of her.

What's more, this one has a shelf life of thousands of years.

Roel got up and raised his hand. "I also have to thank you for escorting me. Do you think I don't know? How many cultists and Chaos demons have you repelled when I was studying magic?"

It was rare for Elena to blush, she had been avoiding her own achievements, yes, how could safety be so easy in this world, as a forest seeker, she knew it all the more.

But on Roel's most difficult day, she didn't choose to pester and ask clearly, but placed herself in the role of a guard.

And Roel's three perceptions and five senses have already grasped the situation clearly after being strengthened by the lady.

The two didn't continue the conversation, they just stood up, they didn't show much love, they just looked at each other, and ate the royal buffet in Bretonnia as they walked.

It would be good if the years passed like this, if the end never came, but the price of the Duke of Carcassonne's coming here is already in progress.

Bretonnia is now defenseless. In Sylvanina of the empire, the notorious duchy of vampires, that frightening place is now blocked by a wall of faith, created through a large number of faith objects and complex spells to stretch the entire territory. Magic defense power.

It is also part of Tzeentch's plan to prevent any dead from leaving here. When the soldiers of the empire slowly buried those things, no one could have imagined that the master of Sylvania, Manfred, was working with The black Arkham resurrected that terrible being.

Ulric's Chosen, Sigma's Chosen, Sharia, and other spokesmen of the mortal gods are being brought to their territories by the evil vampire duke.

As the material for resurrecting the lord of the undead, Nagash, and during this time Bretonnia's defenses were empty, several blood knights broke into the largest Holy Grail Church in Carcassonne, and kidnapped the legendary nymph of the lake, the Lady of the Lake God's Chosen.

The final clock began to fluctuate, and it was felt that the dwarves were discussing how to deal with it, but in the Gray Mountains, Bardin watched the dwarf king announce the order to seal the city.

Under the Southern Kingdom, the huge underground passages that spread from the Rat Demon City to their sewers are full of disgusting rats, countless twisted and mutated monsters, and war machines built with powerful dimensional stone technology.

The empire was struggling to cope with the Chaos invasion in the north. Kislev was attacked several times in just a few months, and the casualties gradually increased...

Ulthuan is full of birds and flowers, but it breeds excellent and cruel demons. Their cousins ​​are eager to fight, and the black ark is ready to take back the position of Phoenix King.

In Luskia, a chaotic gap appeared, demons rolled out, and several ratman troops were slowly crossing the endless sea.

And the most recent…

In Musilon, who has just had a master, one of the 13 duchies of Bretonnia is finally recognized by others, but the purification of the undead is far away. The black knight Marrowberg came here today. He did not express What is his family and where is his honor, but he is friendly to farmers, and he does not refuse any existence of local hooligans and corrupted morals.

He was the source of Bretonnia's split, and now he wants to take back the Musilon that is rightfully his.

The laughter of the Chaos Gods spread across the endless Old Continent, and even far away, a large number of greenskin and Chaos Dwarf troops gathered outside Changheng.

The clock of the apocalypse began to tick slowly, but now Bretonnia, the Empire, the dwarves, the elves, and even the lizard people don't know it at all.

A sober person will always be in pain. Seeing that the atmosphere at the banquet is getting better and better, Roel doesn't want to be sober anymore. Although he will be woken up by Maleborg's self-supporting door when he returns to his territory, let him rest now. One click, one click.

Royal collections in the throat, alcohol rolling in the blood, fate is such a thing, full of jokes and bells and whistles.

Suddenly Roel felt a weight on his shoulder, is it Nock?

"You haven't done your job yet, have you?" He said immediately, after all, Nok is now maintaining the order of the giant ship, but the voice that answered was a little strange.

"Yes, so I hope you can replace my job."

Roel raised his head, but saw Duke Boldro.

"Duke?"

Duke Boldro thought that Roel could see his thoughts, so he said carelessly. "Nothing, nothing, I just want to go on an adventure, like your peasants."

"It's just for knights and honor. I may not be that far away, but I'm definitely not close either."

Roel was a little puzzled, he was playing with the cup in his hand. "Duke, what do you mean?"

The Duke of Boldro sat beside him. "You know, you guessed it, the Bretonnians know my wish, an adventure that belongs to me, not a position of power."

Roel asked. "Right, strength, status, violence, you have everything you want."

"Why give them up?"

the duke went on. "You know best, responsibility, fate, fate, some people don't like those things by nature, I'm the same as you."

"Now I want to hand over my responsibility to you. Ah, I'm evading, but I've waited for a long time. My knight order will listen to your orders, and everything about me will belong to you?"

Roel wasn't sure, he didn't dare. "I am already the Lord of Musilon..."

replied the duke. "It doesn't matter, you can do it, I know, I need to be free, and you, I don't know why you chase those things, you're not that kind of person, I know, because I'm your duke."

"But anyway, you are our hope, child, and the future of Bretonnia."

"Chaos and death don't rest for a day, and you defeated them time and time again, keeping the minions of the Chaos Gods from touching the fertile land of Bretonnia. I think the day has come, and I can leave the cage that haunts me."

"I got Bordeaux from my family, but I'm not that kind of person. I like the honor of the family or something. Becoming a Holy Grail Knight is more important than getting a territory."

"And you, have accomplished everything I dreamed of. No matter how many decades of hymns I have sung for the lady, it is not as good as one of your adventures, and I already know it."

Roel opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was immediately blocked by Duke Bordereau with bread.

"You have noble blood in your body. I know that you are not a real farmer. Your lineage was once entrusted to my grandfather. It was so old that you were forgotten by my family and involved..."

Roel was stunned by the sudden words, but Duke Boldero raised his hand and shouted in front of all the heroic knights of Bretonnia.

"This boy, this hero, this knight, this peasant, will be the next Duke of Boldroux!"

"what!?"

This sentence was shouted by the other dukes of Bordeaux, except for Lawn. At the same time, the other nobles who participated in the banquet were even more miserable. This represented the greatest power, resources, and military strength in the world. They are witnessing.

But the Duke of Lyonis called out first. "You want to quit? When?!" His voice was loud, and his family's Norsca blood made him look a lot more reckless than others.

Duke Boldro replied. "Now, now I'm going to let go of the responsibility and go on my own Holy Grail journey."

Everyone was suddenly at a loss, because there was no precedent for a single person in Bretonnia to serve as two dukes. Even if a peasant became a nobleman, it is not untraceable in the thousand-year history, but the two dukes are pursued by countless nobles all their lives. Things x2.

And this also means that the power of the Duke will surpass the power of the King of Bretonnia, and he can even rely on his own rights and wealth to merge Bretonnia and become a real...

Unification of Bretonnia.

For the Dukes of Bretonnia, even the king will not have a second duchy. It represents the imbalance of Bretonnia's rights. It represents that Bretonnia has never changed, and Bretonnia has a thousand-year history. Countless heroes and knights who have walked have never had such an honor.

Almost instantly, only one sentence appeared in the minds of all the dukes, that is, King Lawn would not agree!
At this moment, almost everyone looked at Lawn, but it was the master of this matter, and Lawn was thoughtful.

He already had a feeling that something terrible was going to happen to the world, but he still felt that he had already done that, that now the demons had invaded Bretonnia.

But the many interactions with Roel made him feel that the dangers of this world had just begun. He took it for granted that Bretonnia was now divided, after all, this world was like this when he was born.

Even if he was the king, he never thought about that possibility, because it would set off an extremely bloody storm, but Roel is different, he is not a nobleman, he is not a knight, he is a miracle of Bretonnia, he has nothing to do with anyone relationship, and no grudges with any family.

Bretonnia's solidified class for thousands of years made unification an impossible issue, because even his family owed many people. As long as chivalry and noble blood existed, Bretonnia's division would continue for a day.

Now there is a possibility of breaking the shackles, and a smart person like Lawn even saw the shadows of the first king Gilles and the legendary Sigmar in Roel.

Lawn was silent. "Ma'am, gods, I want to bet that I may become the eternal sinner of Bretonnia, or lead Bretonnia into a new era."

He looked up, coughing. "Everyone, I agree with this matter. In the testimony of the royal court, I, Ron Levokant, King of Lionheart, King of Bretonnia, Duke of Colony, Lady of the Holy Grail Knight, declare that I recognize Roy The Duke's succession!"

In an instant, chaotic voices filled the entire court, and only Roel heard the voice of his own system.

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(End of this chapter)