Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 50 The Lord's Entrustment

Roel is afraid, he is afraid of him at this moment!
Ignorance, unknown, Roel still doesn't know, or even can't imagine, how many methods and capabilities that necromancer has, so he is afraid of him.

At this moment, the lord Savaryk just patted Roel on the shoulder. He was a little shorter than Roel, but he was very natural at the moment, like an old man talking to his own child.

"Farmer Roel, I hereby make you a knight in my own name, but I cannot grant you land, nor can I honor you."

Roel didn't understand why he couldn't, he was a lord, a nobleman, a knight...

unless... he dies...

The old lord has no heirs, his only heir is a woman, and according to Bretonnian law, all his things will be adopted by other nobles, or he has a noble son-in-law.

Seeing the surprise on Roel's expression, the old lord seemed relieved. "I thought I would die a long time ago. When I came back this time, I thought about avoiding it, so I hired you, or you."

"But depending on the situation, things haven't changed. All this may be because of my stupidity when I was young. I was a pirate and a mercenary, and I betrayed the lady's warning."

"Everyone says that my immortality is a gift, but I think it is a curse, and now it is about to be fulfilled. Although I am also very afraid, but the fear has no effect, it will only make the enemy excited and happy."

"Son, you have been doing a good job, you have done a good job, now, you have to leave here, take my helmet as a token, and help me find a good son-in-law."

"He will give you the honor you deserve. It would be even better if I had time to leave you a letter. Unfortunately..."

Roel was stuffed with a heavy bomb by the old nobleman, which was far heavier than what he made himself, but he didn't follow it.

"Go to the fate of tm, my lord, I want you to live now and be with me."

"Forgive me for not obeying my orders!"

The old lord's cheeks twitched first, then smiled, and then cursed. "You are really not a good servant, that knight hired you, it is really bad luck for eight lifetimes!"

Then he took out the saber on his waist prepared for close combat, and stuffed it into Roel's hand. "It's your choice, boy!"

"The helmet is not given to you. Now, this long sword is your gift."

Roel was in a trance for a while, looking at the beautiful long sword in his hand, and the name of its owner was engraved on the hilt. 【Savarik】

His fingers caressed the beautiful weight-reducing grooves on the blade, and the high-carbon steel painted a beautiful spiral pattern on the blade, shining under the night sky.

"Thank you Lord Ron!"

The two immediately guarded against the man in front of them side by side. The tall corpse demon walked slowly.

Roel and the lord Savarik made moves almost at the same time, but the guy didn't dodge or dodge, allowing two heavy blows to slash on his plate armor, causing clumsy sparks to burst out.

Without even shaking, in the case of losing a large number of troops, the power of the necromancer is all concentrated on the black corpse demon king, and now the night guard, which is frightening in Musilon, has materialized.

This huge and terrifying guy in front of him is it!

The lord acted immediately, stepped up to Roel, and shouted. "Reload, boy, reload!"

Then he used the battle ax to resist the extremely powerful horizontal slash of the wight. At this moment, Roel immediately started to move, filling up the gunpowder as quickly as possible, but he didn't notice.

At this moment, the strength of the old lord has unexpectedly increased abnormally, and he can even fight the corpse monster [-]-[-]!

After filling the gunpowder, when Roel raised his weapon, he found that the cheeks of the lord in front of him had turned pale, abnormally white.

The fangs burst out, looking terrifying, but the necromancer raised his head and made a spine-chilling smile.

"Mr. Roel~ Mr. Roel! The lord is already dead."

"It was my magic that kept him alive during his first crisis on a chivalrous adventure."

The lord Savarik had a look of disbelief. He had already noticed that something was wrong. The violent wind of death did not make him uncomfortable, but... more excited and powerful.

But his body was extremely cold at this moment.

"You, what did you do?!"

The old lord's tone was angry, and he chopped down the huge corpse monster in front of him with a single knife. Its strength has surpassed that of ordinary people, and it is more like...

Eustabe…

The old lord dragged his body and slashed towards the necromancer. The power that could defeat the corpse monster king with one blow was exerted on his arm, causing the plate armor to bulge visible to the naked eye.

But after a while, the attack stopped, and the old lord struggled, kneeling on one knee.

The necromancer, Tyre, raised his head proudly, swore his victory to Roel in front of him, and approached the old lord like a nobleman bestowing a gift on his own people.

Roel frowned, and raised his gun towards the necromancer, killing him would win...?

It seemed that he had already lost, and the moment the lord approached him, all of this had already been settled. There was no mistake in his premonition, the lord would die, and he lost.

Roel's fingers trembled, he wasn't sure if the man in front of him had any backs!
But at this moment, the old lord stood up from the ground and shouted with his still human consciousness. "Boy, kill me, smash my head with gunpowder!"

"Now, immediately, I order you in the name of the lord!"

Roel immediately switched the gun. This was the second time he pointed the gun at a human, but the reason was the same.

His anger towards the necromancer had reached its limit. Following the pull of the trigger, the lord's body fell slowly. It happened so fast that the mage didn't expect the lord to be so strong-willed. His fair face was surprised at first. , and soon distorted.

"How dare you! You planer, you know how long I've been planning for today?!"

The corpse demon was directly captured by the powerful magic power, and walked towards Roel. The necromancer wanted to pour all his anger on the abominable farmer in front of him!
Roel took out the bomb, he was desperate, he would die with this necromancer today!

The two kept approaching, but they both forgot that this was Bordeaux, not the Land of No Man. The repeated battles attracted the nearby lords.

Someone is coming!And it is an actual force!
The necromancer sighed, and said to the peasant in front of him bitterly. "Roel, I remember you, one day, our affairs will end with your pain!"

He quickly retreated westward with the rest of the dead.

Roel breathed a sigh of relief, the hand holding the bomb couldn't help trembling, looking at the fallen lord in front of him, things will never go well...

When the fire was getting closer and closer, there were about three lords and a team of three hundred peasants. They looked at the battlefield full of corpses in amazement, and immediately controlled all moving things, such as Roel...

He was tied up by peasant soldiers, and his guns, sword, armor, and the duke's honorary order were confiscated.

The lords quickly identified that the deceased was Lord Savarik. After careful comparison, they found that the lord died with a firearm, and they had actually heard a little about the reputation of Roel Musketeer Knight.

Moreover, the deceased was a lord without an heir, theoretically they could "revenge" him and inherit everything from him in Bretonnia's honor.

The three of them quickly and tacitly decided to divide the cake into three parts, and the man in front of them was the tool for them to complete their "honor".

The three lords rode tall horses, looked at each other, and pronounced the sentence tacitly. "no problem!"

"Farmer Roy, what is that thing, I can't remember your name, but you assassinate the lord, the crime is unforgivable, the murder weapon is sure!"

In any case, Roel was detained, charged with assassinating nobles, executed, and hanged.

(End of this chapter)