Warhammer Throne

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Bertrand! Everyone in the bar opened their eyes wide.

This famous archery master is very famous in the Earl of Glamorgan. Since he surrendered the Earl of Ryan, he has made many achievements on the battlefield and made many contributions, especially in the war against the beasts. Bertrand often became The winner and loser on the battlefield-his archery skills are too powerful. When the battle is anxious, Bertrand can always kill the enemy leader by snipe and let the human army win the final victory.

After the surrender, Bertrand was repeatedly promoted by Ryan, from the platoon commander of the archer to the commander of the company of the archer, and then to the deputy commander of the Sharon Forest Patrol Battalion. The annual salary was 30 gold crowns. Bertrand relied on his own. The strength has been respected by everyone in the territory, and even some knight masters occasionally chat with him.

Therefore, Bertrand gradually gained a nickname called "Green Arrow" Bertrand, which means that he always likes to wear a green cloak, tights, and his precise shooting skills are comparable to wood elves.

"Okay, come right away, what else do you need?" The proprietress Marty nodded quickly. She smiled flatteringly and almost bent down: "It's really amazing that a big person like you can visit the shop. "

"Ha~ What's the matter? I'm used to it." Bertrand kept two long bunches of moustaches. He threw a silver coin and landed it on the bar. Hands wiped off the table, as if nothing had appeared on the greasy bar.

Whispers in the bar until a drunkard takes the initiative to speak.

"Bertrand! Are you going to be promoted to knight?"

"Bertrand! Will you remember our mud legs when you are promoted to knight?"

"Can you buy me a drink? Bertrand, I have no money."

Facing the people’s repeated questions, Bertrand laughed heartily: "Haha~ How easy is it, what do you think the master knight is? You think the lady in the lake sends an oracle, and everyone has the opportunity to be the master knight. Wake up, there are only three places a year! You still think about whether your performance can be in the eyes of Earl Ryan!"

"I didn't say we could, we just think you have a chance!" said a drunkard with a long beard and sloppy clothes. He was a little bit angry: "I said, you can buy me a bark, and I don’t want anything else. ."

"Hey, you old guy, you just care about your empty glass!" Bertrand scolded a few words, and then sat next to Raymond.

The proprietress immediately came over to pour Bertrand a full glass of empire stout, which was almost overflowing.

Raymond was a little unhappy that his limelight was taken away by Bertrand, but he really had nothing to compare with Bertrand. Although the young man was inevitably young and vigorous, he also knew that he was only a soldier of the earl now. They don’t even have the status of a freedman, so young people can only bow their heads and drink alcohol.

The wine is always drunk very quickly. Raymond discovered that unconsciously, the huge wooden beer mug, which can hold hundreds of milliliters, had bottomed out. The earl’s halberd held the mug and then put it down. .

The lady boss immediately noticed Raymond’s abnormality, and she walked to the young man with a smile: "Guest, do you want to refill the cup?"

"Hmm..." Raymond was suddenly caught in a dilemma. It was his plan to drink a large glass of imperial dark beer, but if he drink a second glass, it would mean another eighty copper coins, even though the halberd The salary is good, and the money can't be squandered like this.

Lei Meng, who had been poor since he was a child, and finally took his old mother and younger brother out to escape, knows the principle of economy, but the good face of the young man makes him a little bit reluctant. It’s common sense that you can’t stay after drinking.

Many alcoholics snickered secretly. After all, this earl’s soldier was still too young and innocent. For the alcoholic, he wanted to rely on not leaving. The bottom of the cup was left with one-third to one-fourth left untouched. common sense.

Just when Raymond wondered whether he wanted to take out another silver coin to refill the cup, Bertrand took out another silver coin, and he pointed to Raymond beside him: "Marty, give this little brother a cup!"

"It's also an imperial dark beer?" Mattie got down, and the proprietress didn't care who paid, she poured the wine when someone paid.

"Okay, it's also an imperial dark beer."

Raymond's wine glass was also full. Young people always had the illusion that the refilled glass was poured more fully than the first glass.

"Why invite me to drink this glass?" Raymond didn't drink it first like many alcoholics. He frowned: "I don't think I know you...or you don't know me, Mr. Bertrand."

"You know me... I also know you. You are the one from the north and entered the earl's halberd camp." Bertrand made a gesture.

The meaning of the gesture is obvious, to escape slavery.

Bretania knew that many serfs came to the south as fugitive slaves. The Knight King Richard had originally sent someone to check the situation, but with the invasion of Chaos and the death of 100,000 people, the kingdom’s attention was focused on resisting the barbarians. .

After Ryan killed Egil and repelled the barbarians, the dukes of the north could only pinch their noses and ate this dumb loss, because the best time for investigation has passed, and there is no way to investigate again after civilians have suffered heavy casualties. Things became muddled.

"So?" Raymond's voice was unhappy.

"I have seen your training, I have seen your courage, I don't know what supports you, but I want to toast you." Bertrand continued.

Now Raymond understood.

When he entered the halberd camp, he had experienced the most severe test.

These halberd recruits were signaled to put on their armors, hold halberds, and line up. After they lined up, a dozen fully armed ranger knights launched a surprise charge toward these recruits.

At that time, most of the recruits were so scared that they turned around and ran away. Only two people in that row stood at the end. One of them was Raymond. The knights stopped when they were two meters away from the recruits.

Relying on this, Raymond finally succeeded in getting a positive.

"Well, thank you, Mr. Bertrand, I wish you good health." Raymond raised his glass.

"Best wishes!" Bertrand also raised his glass.

After a few more sips of stout beer, the atmosphere gradually heated up, and the proprietress brought some barbecues and dishes to go with. This is how the men became acquainted with each other easily, and everyone talked loudly about which potential stocks have the chance to be promoted to the Cavaliers, earl. Who do you like best?

After discussing for a while, the topic came to the history of Breton, the story of the only five serfs who were promoted to nobles in the millennium.

Everyone is most interested in this. Most serfs don’t count, but they probably know that the chances of being promoted to knights have increased a lot!

From five in a thousand years to three in a year, this is a qualitative leap!

"Bertrand, do you know the story of the five serfs? We only know the story of the Duchess of Huameisi!" Some drunks shouted loudly. They drank inferior barley wine and kept asking Bertrand: " I know that you are knowledgeable and literate. Can you tell me something about it? How did they rely on being made a noble by His Majesty the King?"

"Well, this is actually not a secret. Since you want to hear it, then I'll talk about it." Bertrand attaches great importance to literacy. After surrendering to Ryan, he repeatedly asked Ryan to send someone to teach him literacy. After more than a year of ill-treatment and a little foundation, Bertrand was considered a high-literacy among serfs.

"Talk and talk!" The drunks were so excited that they could listen to the story without a bard, it was great.

"Who starts from... Let's start with Hubbard." Bertrand held up the big wooden cup: "The first thing I want to say is Hubbard, because Hubbard's story is the simplest."

"Hubard is an ordinary serf who has been farming for generations and has no strength. He is just very lucky."

"As usual, one day he went into the forest to try his luck and see if he could get something to eat. As a result, he happened to save a daughter of the Duke who was favored by a lady. The daughter of the Duke was besieged by the beasts and killed him. On the evening of the day, Hubbard relied on his experience to rescue the duke’s prostitute and took her out of the forest. Because of his great contributions, the king made him a knight."

"Oh, my God! This Mr. Hubbard is really a dog!" A serf complained: "Why don't I have this kind of luck... Go on, Bertrand, what happened after Hubbard?"

"Hubard's luck ends here. He died on the battlefield on the fifty-second day after he became a nobleman. He failed to survive the first battle of his knight career. This is most likely due to his poor strength. "

"Hehehe~" The bar was filled with gleeful laughter. The serfs were not knight masters. They had not received solid military training, and the outcome of being rushed to the battlefield as knights was already doomed.

"What about the second one?"

"The second person is called Vie, a Lyonese, he is an illegitimate child, a pious young man with fierce emotions and falling into illusions. He always claims to see the illusion of a lady. The people in the village are dubious after hearing this. , Decided to let him go to be a guard in the Holy Grail church in the village." Bertrand told the story of the second serf who was promoted to the nobleman: "On one night, Vie was inspired by the lady, and he excitedly used the chapel to pile up The wood and debris collected from other places built the first trebuchet in history... Yes, it is the counterweight trebuchet now equipped in our kingdom. When the northern barbarians went south to looting, Vie leaned on The trebuchet threw the boulders and sank many of the barbarian dragon boats, forcing the barbarians to retreat."

"After the war, Vie was taken by the knights to see the king. His design was valued by the kingdom. The king rewarded him with five goats, three fat pigs and one cow, a brass crown and one full of them. King Krone’s big iron plate...It is said that this is more than all the wealth that Vie could imagine. His Royal Highness the Lake God Witch promoted him to a nobleman. From then on, Vie became a special design, maintenance, manufacturing and improvement for the kingdom. The craftsman of the trebuchet."

"Hey, this is the illusion of seeing the lady, and being inspired by the lady, how can ordinary people have this kind of luck." The serfs complained again: "Mr. Bertrand, are you talking nonsense?"

"The joke is not nonsense, and the adaptation is not random. How can I talk nonsense? I asked Master Knight, and they told me."

Well, another road was cut off.

"The third person is Jacques, Baron Beaumarche of the Duchy of Winford."

"Jacques was not an ordinary serf in the strict sense. His father was a senior sergeant and the warden of a baron. His mother was a well-known seamstress, who was best at sewing fine clothes for the lord. Just eat well, grow tall, and have the opportunity to train with the Cavaliers."

"Jacques grew into a strong and beautiful man in this situation, and became a shepherd at a young age."

"Wow, another good-for-life fellow." The drinkers in the bar nodded. The shepherd is not a cheap job. To be a shepherd, the serf must have a group of sheep.

"This young shepherd is born with supernatural powers and is a beautiful man well-known far and wide, so he was also favored by Ms. Isabel, the daughter of the baron master. It is said that Miss Isabel has planned how to marry him from that day on."

"Once the opportunity comes, one day, Jacques went out to herd the sheep and encountered a group of greenskins. As a result, the young shepherd not only did not escape, but took out his weapon, shouted the name of the lady, and killed the group of greenskins. All clean."

"This incident shocked the lady. The lady verbally praised Jacques. The serfs all regarded Jacques as a hero of the duchy. Miss Isabel took the opportunity to announce an exception to the title of Jacques Ranger Knight, and the king agreed."

The serfs sighed again, wondering who could kill a group of green skins alone?

"The story is not over here. Soon after, Isabel's father, the former Baron Beaumarsche, died in battle. Since Baron Beaumarsche's son was just a ranger knight, Ms. Isabel released an experience mission. Who can kill the dragon? You can become the new baron."

"Jacques and the baron’s son Aghawan set off together, and the two went over the mountains and found the dragon’s lair. After a bitter battle, Aghawan used the sword to cut the dragon’s throat, and Jacques pierced the dragon with the sword. heart."

"..." The serfs have no f**k to say. If you want to become a knight master, you need not only to be able to slay a group of green skins, but also to slay dragons?

"Both Jacques and Aghawan deeply admire each other's martial arts. They both insist that the other is the dragon slayer. After the dispute, they returned to the territory to let Miss Isabel rule. Miss Isabel said that the person who pierced the heart of the dragon was Jacques declared that Jacques had won, and Miss Isabel married herself to Jacques, and Jacques became Baron Beaumarche."

Raymond was speechless, he felt something broken in his heart.

That thing is called a dream.

To become a knight master is really difficult for a serf.

"What about the last one? Bertrand?"

"Very good! It seems that you all understand your gaps." Bertrand poured a sip of imperial stout and began to tell the last story.

"So, are you ready? I will tell you the story of the last serf who became a knight. It is also the most legendary story."

"That's Pawar's story."

"From serf to holy grail knight."

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