Ronal the Barbarian Page #3

You can not win them all.

But you can try.

- What do you want?

- We are looking for a guide.

There is only one left. Down by

privy. Ask for Elric.

Hey, who ordered a pint

and a double Manhattan?

Okay. Thank you.

Uh, hey. Uh, you're Elric?

Devoted to vote

lights in the evening sun's embrace.

Stellar Kids

Head Mother Sol to rest.

l dark sounds

pensive sigh sake.

I sensed you'd come. We

elves are connected with all living things.

Let our souls meet.

You bear the eagle fantasy

and scrotum mouse will.

Copper beech music rests in your heart.

Kormamin lindua ka'elja.

Yes, it sounds exciting. My name is

Ronal and we have some pieces ...

Names have no meaning.

- I need ...

- Spiritual or physical directions?

We need to Elf Farm.

Devoted voice will tell me

though I must help you. Stand still!

Let me penetrate your aura.

Kormamin lindua ka'elja.

Kormamin lindua ...

The wind tells me to follow you.

My bow will sing with your sword.

Okay ...

For hell.

- Hey, I found him.

- My bow will sing with your sword.

Yes. Come, let us hasten out.

Hey, skjoldm, you go already?

What do you say to a little dance?

Hey guys, sorry,

it's okay. We go now.

- I accept your challenge.

- What?

You may defeat me or die.

- We should not create problems.

- They challenged me.

You promised. In and out without a fight.

Okay. So, you control it all by herself.

Hey, skjoldm, what is it for?

Listen ...

Friends, I know, I think

it's super cool to declare -

- But we have a bit busy, and there

is probably plenty here who want to fight, -

- So if that's okay with you,

I think just, we slip.

- Zandra!

- I do not mix myself.

Lovely suppeben it here.

So ride, however, properly!

Have you seen this one before?

I can teach you to play it.

Make it you horny?

I sense

great aggressiveness in the room.

Any last words that stump?

- He is dead.

- What the hell?

It is damn

too nauseating.

- Now you can get a new a**hole.

- It is enough. Let him be.

Black Riders.

Son of Crane! Son of Crane!

- Take him!

- No! Help!

Zandra!

Nobody sits up against the Prince

Volcazars riders go unpunished!

It explodes!

Move!

Hello! Who is it who ordered

a double Manhattan?

Ouch, my ass!

Curse!

Fabulous, my lord. One hits more

and you have beaten your record.

But we must find the last

Son of Crane before the next full moon.

- You destroy my concentration.

- I beg your pardon.

- Hello?

- The target escaped, sir.

The task is harder than we thought.

He enlists the help of a strong warrior.

We will need reinforcement.

I tolerate no insults!

Bring them to me. Both of them.

Do you know where we are?

It seems as if we go in circles.

The wind speaks to my soul.

We are soon in elves' realm.

You said that two days ago.

We're lost, dammit.

We die of thirst.

- Ha.

- What is it that's so funny?

I have heard of barbarians against and

strength, but you have neither.

You just go and whine and hiss.

It's funny when you consider

the family you come from.

Why are you with

if you think I whining?

- What is your deal with the barbarians?

- It's my own affair.

Stop! See.

- And that means ...?

- We elves can communicate with everything.

I unite myself with its soul

and causes it to show us the output.

Kormamin lindua ka'elja.

Kormamin lindua ...

Ouch! My beautiful elf lip!

There. On the other side. There is no

maze on the other side.

The entrance to the elven kingdom.

I did it.

Elves Port, I greet you.

Did you not think it was an entrance?

- Oh! Wild!

- Come on.

Stop! First, our souls are weighed

the gatekeeper.

Only those of the right casting

may be allowed to go through.

What about those

not have the proper casting?

Who? Well.

They are crushed by the rock wall.

- Well, shall we go?

- Well it I can not.

- What?

- I am a miserable barbarian.

I have not exactly

the right casting.

- It is not meant that way.

- Forget it. We go around it.

When you are on the raid,

, follow the directory.

The only thing we get out of it

is to be killed.

But now you call it a raid,

remember that it is my cruise.

And I decide that we go outside

the ridiculous port. Come on!

See. No booby traps, no gates,

no anything.

This expedition-nonsense is so predictable.

If just thinking a bit outside ...

- Ouch, my tailbone, man.

- What the hell was that?

We have offended gatekeeper.

I sense ...

... great danger!

Run!

Faster!

Ronal!

Come!

Ouch, man.

Fool! Your moronic idea was

to beat us all to death.

I tried just

to steer us out of trouble.

You tried? Here the "samples"

just not good enough, Ronal.

On a mission

there will always be problems.

Solve them instead of going around it.

This is the Elves Temple.

The focal point

of all wisdom in the world.

Wisdom book of lies

in the tower's upper chamber -

- So the moon can read in the

on his journey across the night sky.

It is the holiest of holies.

- Fair enough. So is it that we have to get up.

- Hush!

See.

No one from outside should get into. The King

Archers have eyes like hawks.

- Sh*t.

- They kill everything they see.

So it must be the hard way.

I take the front two.

No.

- I do it.

- What?

Alone.

Think about it. They kill you,

as soon as they see you.

I know, -

- But they will not see me.

There is not much left

and I am the least of us. Wait here.

This one I could

have used in high school.

What do l do? Smart, no?

- What?

- You are missing a spot.

F***! It is empty.

F***, it's typical.

Relax, Ronal. They are small dumplings

Nobody will notice.

- Wait here.

- Let be, Ronal. You will be killed.

Ouch!

"I have a headache," "I'm tired"

"The kids wake up!" And blah, blah, blah.

With such a wife is the bummer,

one lives forever.

Rvnederen!

Ouch!

Who's there?

Well, there was not a damn thing anyway.

- What then? Are you ready for this Saturday?

- Are you crazy? I was born ready!

- Coolest!

- I just have to be psycho-baskelam!

There is open.

Ouch!

F***, I'm in bad shape.

Oh!

Accursed rat!

Oh!

Wow. There it is.

So what is what here?

Wreath sword -

- Wreath sword

how the hell finderjeg Wreath sword?

There's that damn.

Wreath sword.

Well, but it was easy enough.

It's like when no one

who discovers.

- A killer rat!

- Kill the rat!

Use the poisoned arrows.

After it!

Kill it! Kill it! Kill it!

Faster!

Shoot it down!

- Ow, damn it!

- Yes! Pig is down!

Well, how much

takes you to drink?

- Nothing. I'll smoke me on the floor.

- Did you get hold of Elrond mother's weed?

Av.

The card says that Crane was

buried in eternity Mountain.

My elfin soul feel

it is far, far ...

Is not it there?

... it is just nearby.

Destiny is on our side.

Av.

Not.

- I mistook you.

- What?

There in the temple. You did it.

Yes, almost certainly.

You do barbarians honor.

Uh. Thank you.

Well, but ... I have also

an ax to be sanded.

I got to thinking ...

I've never really been told ...

... thanks for that you took with me.

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