Ronal the Barbarian Page #2

We are attacked!

Barbarians, defend you!

Hop, hop, hop!

Oh, heaven be praised.

They are rescued.

Are you mad a sick f***ing party, man.

- Bummer!

- No!

Help! Help!

Dush! Smack!

Bash! Muscles!

Now I do not think

there are more back.

F***, f***, f***, f***.

He's mine.

We are overrun.

Why was blowing you not?

- I tried!

- You tried?

"Trying" is just not good enough, Ronal.

Jump up. We must rescue the others.

The famous sons of Crane.

How pathetic.

Put them in chains.

No one shall be left.

We Barbarians subjecting us never!

Everyone must obey me ...

No!

... or die!

No!

- Before them away.

- L heard Prince Volcazar!

Get the last barbarians in the cart.

Come on!

In with him! Move!

- Come here!

- Well I will not ...

- In with them!

- What the hell?

Remember your shoes and handbags ... axes!

We do not come back

and pick them up!

General? The here

prisoner does not fit the shackles.

- Should I just throw him away?

- That is, it's not a barbarian.

- Pull him from behind and killing sh*t.

- Oh, thank you.

- Lucky bastard.

- It is always the one who gets.

- Buff it feels good

- Buff it feels good

- As a bonus it is really nice

- As a bonus it is really nice

sits well

feels good

No, I will not. Help! Help!

Shut up,

I get boner of it here.

Oh, man. Sh*t, one night, man.

My head, man.

The town is pretty knackered, what?

Where are all the others gone?

Are they taken to the afterparty?

Hey, wait, you!

Ro ... Ronal.

Uncle. You live.

Not long yet.

Crane ... call me home.

No, uncle,

it is probably just a ... flesh wounds.

Ronal when your parents died

I swore to take care of you.

And the promise I have kept. But now

it's your turn to promise anything.

Promise me that you want to save the others.

You owe them.

- What? No, but I can not.

- Promise me that!

- But ...

- Travel north to the oracle.

- He will help you.

- Oracle? How?

You are the only hope, Ronal.

The only barbarian, is left.

Uncle? Uncle?

Uncle?

Goraks invisibility cream.

Yo.

- What happens? Going on an expedition?

- Uh, no. I must find the others.

Well, okay.

- It's a trip. You need to raid!

- No. I must find my village.

It's very sick a raid.

Wait a minute.

- Who are you?

- Hello. Alibert, bard.

Damn nice to be followed.

You can not say no;

because I just goes anyway.

Now we are out walking around, we saw

not slip past the Amazons country?

- No.

- The girls down there would be lovely.

- It must be investigated.

- Try to hear.

- Do not follow me.

- Those girls are super horny.

- No!

- F***, you're boring, man.

Now I know what we do. We take

to Berylia. There are ladies' tails.

And four teats! It could be

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