Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 10 10. Knight’s Dream

The next morning, I encountered a small Druchi schooner. When I saw the Winter, I immediately avoided it without any intention of communicating. Maybe I was afraid of taking advantage of others.

On the afternoon of the third day, I encountered another Druchi schooner. I also saw the Winter and turned around and ran away.

At this time, Darkus realized that his Druchi three-masted plundering ship was indeed a bit of a supermodel. This kind of ship was used to match the Black Ark, just like the large cruiser in the aircraft carrier battle group. .

On the fourth day, we took advantage of the darkness to bypass the city of Leonis and surrounding islands, and headed towards the northern city of Sorel, preparing to find a place to land.

More than twenty Bretonnian cavalry stopped and raised their hooves to the turf. The evening sun filtered through the woods, casting dappled light on their armor.

On the mountains to the north they could smell the sea and hear the distant waves. The mounted squires were returning from the hills. Their steps and demeanor suggested they had found what they were looking for.

The leading knight took off his helmet and shook his hair, revealing his young face. When he turned to look at his flag officer, a proud smile appeared on his face. He smiled proudly and said: "Looks like we have found our prey, huh? My dear Bassetine."

Bassetine lifted his mask, he was also a young and handsome knight. He said in a low voice: "That may be the case, Joniva." But the expression on his face was equally triumphant. Because they all know that they are about to become heroes again.

Less than two hours north is the village of Avignon. Since the beginning of summer, it has been under attack. Of course, there were only a few hundred old farmers in the village, and there was nothing valuable to rob. But every knight's duty is to protect the weak, and the young chivalrous knight quickly jumped at the chance to prove his worth. Now it seems that Joniva and Bassetine, the best childhood friends, are about to become the saviors of Avignon.

The captain of the valet dismounted not far from them, trotted over, took off his helmet, knelt in front of the two noble knights, and reported to Joniva with joy.

"We found it, sir. It's a group of Druchi. There are about ten of them. They are on foot, without mounts, wearing armor, and have a small camp."

Joniva asked: "Drucci? Are you sure?"

The captain of the squire replied: "Yes, my lord. I am sure it is Druch and not a Norscan."

Joniva and Bassetine looked at each other, and then Joniva said to the attendant: "Well, good job, very good, ready to fight."

Joniva drew his sword and said: "Are you ready to fight, my friend?" After saying that, he clamped his legs tightly on his mount and began to jog.

Bassetine said wisely: "Let's not be impulsive. Think about it, our number is more than three times theirs, and they are all cavalry. We will directly overwhelm them! Of course, if we can capture these Druchi alive, If we do, we can get a lot of reward, and His Excellency Duke Herpans will also be very grateful to us."

Joniva understood Bassetine's hint, laughed and said: "Hahaha! Bassetine, you undoubtedly have the mind of a lord, no wonder I am responsible for commanding you."

Bassetine showed a bright smile and said: "Just go ahead!" Then he turned to the horse-riding attendants and said to them: "Attendants, let's catch some Druch pirates now. They will regret setting foot on the land of Leonis!"

The sound of horse hooves thundered, and the Bretonnian cavalry marched forward bravely.

The reconnaissance of the mounted squire was accurate, and as the sun set over the bay, the two brothers Darkus and Takaia, with a band of Black Ark pirates, set up camp and made a fire to cook.

A large black and purple tent stood behind them, the flag on the top of the tent swayed in the wind, and a small boat ran aground on the beach.

Darkus was picking wild fruits, and he felt that uneasy feeling in his heart again. He frowned and asked, "Have we released the people on guard?"

Franais put down the wild fruit in his hand and said, "Sir, we arranged to go out in the first two hours."

Darkus cursed and said, "Damn, that's weird."

Bassetine looked at Druch in the distance and said, "They don't even have bows or polearms. I have already seen the goddess of the lake smiling at me."

Joniva smiled at his flag officer and said, "The noble ladies will definitely like our stories and can't wait to fight with us."

Bassetine shivered and said: "My dear friends, ladies can fight better than any warrior I have ever met in battle!"

The two laughed loudly, and following Bassetine's order, the attendants galloped across the hill in unison, rushing toward Darkus and the others.

Seeing the Bretonnian cavalry rushing in the distance, the two brothers Darkus and Takaia jumped up from their chairs.

The Black Ark pirates dropped what they were doing, drew their weapons, and lined up around Darkus.

Franais said hurriedly: "Sir, you go first! We will try our best to stop them!"

Renn also quickly said: "Yes, sir, you go first, we will buy time for you!"

Darkus laughed angrily and said, "Damn, what the hell is this? There's no reason for me to leave first!" Then he gritted his teeth and said, "Delay! Delay time! Put down your weapons! Let's surrender!"

Darkus walked out of the formation and raised a Bretonnian military salute in the face of the galloping cavalry. The Black Ark pirates also lowered their weapons under the order of the captain.

When the Bretonnian cavalry saw Druch raising his hands to surrender, they slowed down their horses. Joniva stopped gracefully in front of Darkus, pointing his lance at Darkus, with the tip of the spear a little further forward. His words almost touched his nose. Darkus didn't take a step back, he raised his hands and raised his head to look at Joniva.

Joniva retracted his lance and raised it to the sky, then took off his helmet with his left hand, raised his chin and said arrogantly to Darkus: "You are now the Baron of Valence, the savior of Cologne, A. Savior of Vignon, prisoner of Joniva de Valence. You will be judged for your crimes against this land, and until then I guarantee that you will not be mistreated.”

Darkus looked at the chivalrous knight in front of him and thought: "What a stinker, his mind is full of knightly dreams." Then he smiled politely and said elegantly in Bretonnian: "Dear Baron My lord, please forgive us. They are fully aware of their crimes, and so am I. I am Bardek Blackblade, a descendant of Kalonde Kal's Thousand Bites. I offer you my sword. We will Obey your authority, and there will be no more disputes today. Tomorrow we will face the trial calmly." As he spoke, he deftly took off the noble curved sword from his waist, and raised the sheathed noble curved sword towards Joniva with both hands.

Bretonnian and Imperial have the same differences as High German and Low German, except for some grammatical differences in some words.