Ronal the Barbarian Page #4

Actually anerjeg not know how

would have done it without you.

Uh ... okay.

Well, we'd better get some sleep.

Maybe we crown the sword tomorrow.

I keep watch. We elves do

no sleep. I can safely sleep.

- May I ask you something, Ronal?

- Uh, yes, of course.

How are the barbarians?

- They're not very clever.

- I thought more ...

How are they here?

Well.

Uh.

A barbarian is always ready to help

one when you need it.

Regardless of how dangerous and disruptive

it is. And they go on raids constant.

They are not afraid of anything.

Hard to believe I am one of them, huh?

- And they are good fighters, right?

- Yep. The best in the world.

It's just so hard

to find a decent fighter.

Yes. Uh, what?

I come from

an ancient lineage of skjoldmer.

Far, far away from here.

Our religion requires that I only

marry the one who can defeat me.

Many have tried

to win over me -

- But I was too strong.

And for every duel I won,

I was just stronger.

Meanwhile, I could only watch as

the other found himself a girlfriend.

One by one. Eventually I was

the only one left.

It took longer and longer

between that someone dared to challenge me.

Then the suitors just up

get.

The top of the trunk

became impatient.

They told me to go into

world to find a worthy husband.

A warrior with the strength

to defeat me.

If one kills me,

I will obey his slightest command.

There have been no,

who were strong enough.

But everywhere I've been, say,

Barbarians are the strongest warriors -

- So maybe a barbarian

from your village meet me.

- That's why I went with you.

- Uh ... Okay.

- Okay, what?

- Well, then ...

What you just said,

what it has to do with love?

I would love that conquers me.

I've waited so long.

Wow.

I have never

told this to anyone before.

It feels so ... nice.

You know, Ronal? It is actually

nice talking to you.

You are also lovely.

- Uh, talk to, I think.

- Well.

And if I had meant it in the

otherwise, would we have beaten.

- No, it would not be so fortunate.

- It would be a little strange.

- What was it?

- I do not know.

Hey, Elric.

Elves do not sleep.

- What is it that says the sound?

- I sense a common voice.

No one escapes

Prince Volcazars anger!

Ronal, beware!

Zandra!

- Curse!

- Ronal, wait for me!

Ronal!

Oh, f***!

Satan!

They are gone.

No! Move!

Zandra!

- No, no, no.

- We find her.

If we go now

so we collect them. Come.

- What did you do?

- I do not know.

The Amazons.

- It's stuck.

- Congratulations, honey.

... simply so much sun.

See my new shoes.

Are not they amazing?

- It's only women.

- I died and gone to heaven.

- Hi, girls. What is happening?

- What is that?

- Oh, totally botched stomach pouch.

- Hello. Good to see you.

High Queen, we have captured

these women in the jungle.

We have taken them with them,

so they can decide their fate.

Stand them up. Let me see them.

Maximum remarkable women.

I've never seen anything like it.

- What is it?

- Ow!

- One even has hair on his chin.

- How clumsy!

- High Queen.

- Ten, shoddy girl.

- Who has asked you to speak?

- We are not women.

- Well, we are such men then, no?

- Men?

- Or so nearly so.

- Men?

Heaven be praised. The gods have heard

our prayers and sent us two men.

Finally the time has arrived

where we can pursue our tribe.

Before them the sacred mating cabins.

- What?

- What!

We take the thin first.

Him here we save for tomorrow.

No, help.

No, I will not!

Honestly, man. It can not be l

you know. I will also be paired with.

It's f***ing typical it here.

No!

- Lord.

- What's new?

We have caught the warrior who has

barbarian helped to escape.

Looking at it.

A skjoldm.

- And a very pretty one.

- Give me a gun and let me fight.

Each thing in its time.

No one put a hand on me with impunity.

So die then!

Impressive.

You are a woman of my choice.

Sad that I will have to

to kill you!

What?

Foolish woman.

I know your rules skjoldm.

You must obey me now.

It is your destiny.

You have defeated me.

Bunkering piercing is too fat.

Double piercing is the sh*t.

Yes! It was damn time.

Is it my turn?

The ceremony is over.

You will be used tomorrow.

- What? Tomorrow?

- The queen's order.

Come back!

I will also be abused!

- Did you lock?

- Of course.

Hey, what are you doing?

- We must leave.

- What about all the Amazons?

Zandra is in danger. We must find

Wreath sword and help her.

- Can he wait a week.

- We can not leave her behind.

- Can not we find another warrior?

- I want Zandra!

Hello, you would not

have her help to start with.

F*** you! I will be here

and having hot love with hot babes.

It's the only reason

I was taken with the expedition.

Oh, I forgot. You're not

on expeditions. You're just f***ing boring.

Fine. Stay here.

You are not

to help a damn thing anyway.

Oh, I just love the song.

Damn! F***ing sh*t!

Oh, what the f*** I walk in, man?

Ronal, I come.

- My queen?

- I just had to see you.

Ever since I saw you the first time

is my body trembled with longing.

I know it's against the rules,

But I must have you.

- If I may ...

- I can not control myself. Take me!

Take me! Oh! Yes!

Take me!

Stop!

Unfortunately I can not, Mrs. Queen.

My friend needs me.

What?

Maybe I can be taken

prisoner again on the return trip.

Alarm!

- Pigs! Some men are pigs!

- Insanity b*tches, man!

- L progresses from your responsibility!

- And l pissing on board!

Men just hung from my balls!

Elric?

It's all the first barbarians.

Wow.

Hello.

I need your sword.

I'll take good care of it.

It is quite easy. Wow.

Yes. I'm sorry.

Zandra.

I'm sorry.

Time after time you escaped

my best riders barbarian.

And then straps you up here, just as

my skjoldm said you would.

Wreath sword. The only weapon

in the world that can harm you.

Zandra?

Excellent. You have served me well.

- As you have commanded me, my lord.

- What the hell is happening?

Move! The barbarians are here

a rendezvous with my mage.

I sense

that Ronal is in great danger.

- Do what you must, sorcerer.

- With pleasure, sir.

- Ronal?

- Gorak?

- There you go.

- No, no, no!

Finally! Mighty Zaal,

listen to your humble servant!

Blood from the crown of the sons are gathered.

Grant us access to your temple!

What are you doing?

Only once every ten thousand years, it

possible for Zaal, Zakidernes god -

- Get in touch with our world.

I offer the ultimate sacrifice.

The sons of the warrior who sent

him into exile to the hereafter.

And as a reward he will give me

His divine power.

All will undergo -

- Or die!

Pis. We can no longer reach

without being detected.

Ronal!

What the hell's wrong with you?

Come on! Lift your feet!

Come on! Up the stairs with you!

Wait here.

- Ronal.

- Alibert!

- What?

- Hold up, however.

Going forward, you wretch.

Ronal, where have you done

Wreath of swords?

There is nothing to do. It lies

on the altar below. Hurry away.

I am not satisfied,

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