Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 20 20. Art

A perfect shot! simply! neat!

He tried to shake off the blood on the stabbing blade, but under the moonlight, Darkus did not see a trace of blood. I don’t know if it’s because of his superb skills or because the material of the stabbing blade is good.

Darkus took a few steps to adjust and finally found a good position.

"Ren, come on."

Renn walked over and asked, "Sir?"

"Come closer and stand with me."

Ren moved over slowly. Although he was a little big-hearted, he was not big enough to think that he could stand with Darkus.

"grown ups?"

"Look! From this angle, draw the confrontation between me and Bassetine." He pointed to Bassetine on the ground, "And then draw you and the crow on my shoulder just now, the pale green in the night sky Morslieb, the burning village behind you, the shadow behind Bassettine, understand?”

It's amazing. Maybe Ren's ancestors came from the Kingdom of Charis? In Nagaroth, a land of traditional art and its barrenness, he can actually paint.

Ren thought for a while, nodded seriously and said, "Understood, sir. I will outline the frame after we get on the ship. If you are satisfied, I will draw it after I return to Krakaronde."

"Don't mess with me, just draw Lilith pulling my hair."

"My lord, I don't dare, I don't dare."

Darkus walked back to the disemboweling claw, took off his arm guard, and began to reload the flintlock musket.

"The cavalry of Bretonnia is the best in the old world. It is not the kind in the afternoon, but the cavalry is composed entirely of knights. Maybe, our Ebon Claws will have to collide with them in a while."

Hearing this, Ren didn't say a word, but looked at his brother. Franais said thoughtfully: "Sir, although we are not afraid of one-on-one, what if there are too many people on the other side?"

"Look what you said, just run! Otherwise?"

Alyssa took the initiative to ride on the dark Pegasus and flew over the village to let the group of soldiers who were still looking for fun come out. She was not afraid of being caught by the smoke.

Darkus put on his arm guards and helmet again, looked at Alyssa flying in mid-air, and shook his head.

The Drukhi soldiers in the village began to gather in formation and march out of the village. Driving more than fifty brand new slaves, the blacksmith uncle and Alan's brother were also among them. There were also two carts pulled by horses, filled with chickens, ducks and geese, and several soldiers driving pigs and cattle.

Darkus thought: "This poor village probably doesn't even have gold coins. As for denier and pennies, what's the use of those things? They're dead, just put them in your mouth and bite them? Should I just throw away the trophies and just go for it?" Korun? How will these Druzies plan for me when I get back? Say I was scared away and didn't even see any trace of the enemy?"

The gold coin is the gold coin of Bretonnia. It is simple and elegant in shape and weighs about the same as the crown of the empire. On the front is printed the side profile of Gilles Le Bato, the founder of Bretonnia, the "Unifier", and on the back is a very Classic Gilles slaying the dragon. The date of Gilles' death is printed wrongly on the silver denier. I won't introduce the bronze and tin pennies. Anyway, you can't buy a nine-pound and fifteen-penny shirt.

Calling the Disaster Walker chariot, Darkosun began to give instructions: "In a while, we will press behind the team to investigate. Pay attention to the north. There may be cavalry coming. When you see the cavalry, blow the trumpet as soon as possible. The remaining It’s up to you to decide, and pay attention to safety.”

As for the chariot, it jumps on it when it sees an opportunity, and runs or hangs when it doesn't. It's very flexible.

"Edmund! Slaughter the pigs and cows, and put the best meat in the car. Be careful when marching, there may be cavalry coming to attack you soon."

There were many experts in Druchi's army, and the pigs and cows were dealt with in a matter of minutes. Darkus and the two brothers took the cold lizards and started eating to prepare for the possible battle that would follow.

The team began to turn around.

There is indeed a group of cavalry in the north. This group of kingdom cavalry consists of eleven knight masters, with their family members in the carriage, and a group of attendants. This group of knights had just returned to Sorel after attending a wedding. As they were walking on the official road, they suddenly saw thick smoke rising into the sky in the distance, mixed with the light of fire.

The knights stood on horseback to watch.

A knight lord said: "That's Avignon over there?" After saying that, he looked at a knight lord in the team, because that was the fiefdom under his jurisdiction.

The other knights also looked at him. The knight's mouth was trembling a little, and he said: "Yes, that is Avignon."

"All the greenskins around here have been cleared, beastman?"

"It should be the Beastmen. It's too green tonight. Those bandits are incapable of attacking Avignon, and the Mud Legs don't even have decent weapons."

"Could it be those Druch pirates?"

"Why would you come to a place like this if you don't go to so many coastal villages? Avignon has nothing."

"What you said is fine, I agree."

"Beastman, too, I think."

The knights were discussing, while the leader was still thinking and preparing to make a decision.

"Go up! Let's go over and take a look!"

The leading knight said to the attendants: "I will escort the ladies and ladies to the nearest castle, and then you will go there too."

The attendants who were waiting for the knight to wear armor all said so.

Ladies and ladies opened the carriage doors and watched as their husbands or fathers bid them farewell.

The knights looked confident, as if the fruits of victory had come to their mouths, and the goddess of the lake had smiled on them.

Gondel was a famous exploring knight from Le Angoulan.

He relinquished all personal property and all inheritance rights to his lands. He appointed another knight to fulfill the duties of managing and protecting the realm, and from then on made exploration a priority. The rest of his career will be filled with trials and difficulties that will test his mind, body and soul. During the long process of searching for the Holy Grail, Gondar traveled throughout Bretonnia and fought everywhere. In the past two years, he also participated in the defense of Cologne. The path he chose was a difficult one: he vowed never to sleep in the same spot for two nights and would not give up his search as long as he lived.

He looked mighty and savage, with a slovenly beard, shabby armor and equipment, stained with blood, and his coat and cloak were in tatters. He wields a huge knight's two-handed sword and rides a tall and strong Bretonnian war horse. The horse's back is hung with equipment, weapons, parchments, and scriptures.

He didn't rest tonight, but kept searching. Because he knew that the rise of Morsrib was a harbinger of the rise of the beastmen, and that there would be beastmen wreaking havoc tonight. He saw the fire rising into the sky in the distance, and he vowed to make those freaks pay with blood!

I'm good at cooking, but I code very slowly.

The first round of recommendations was on Sunday, but I haven’t saved the manuscript yet.

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