You and me under the world tree

Otherwise, it would be troublesome to hit the wall directly.

But before they took two steps, they saw that the speed of the wheelchair slowed down.

Wittig held onto the handrails next to the two big wheels, controlling the direction.

During this process, he seemed to be struggling a bit.

But the hand movement is quite stable.

"Really...it doesn't matter."

Seeing that Wittig had safely descended to the next floor, Walter slowed down.

Finally, he couldn't help but sigh.

"It does not matter."

In this regard, Irmin expressed his attitude.

"Mr. Wittig has his dignity and he will not allow us to help him in this matter."

Then, he paused for a moment.

His eyes turned to Walter.

"But you don't have to worry about anything, just go down the stairs."

"Ah."

Then, there was another inexplicable silence.

Neither Walter nor Irmin left the city wall directly.

Ilmin stood there watching, while Walter wandered around.

He walked slowly to the edge of the city wall, overlooking the scenery below.

A thick city wall, inside and outside seems to be two worlds.

At this moment, Walter didn't know if his imagination or some senses were at work.

He always felt that the environment under the city wall was dark and extremely gloomy.

Unknowingly, this gloom brought its former color—red.

It was the color of blood.

Walter will never forget what happened here.

The comrades who died, the monsters that stormed the city wall, and the Hungarian warriors who surrounded them.

Countless young people fought here for the passion in their hearts and to protect the land they live in, but they were betrayed in the end.

They laughed and cried.

And now...

"You know what, Ilmin."

he said in a low voice.

"Ok?"

"I've actually been wondering if Mr. Wittig will take care of our other things."

"..."

After hearing Walter's words, Ilmin finally withdrew his gaze from looking around.

At this moment, he looked at the back of his friend again.

There was no response, he just looked at it.

"However, he didn't say anything, let alone remind us. He just told us to be careful and pay attention to Grimes' affairs."

"There's nothing wrong with that."

"Yes, there is nothing wrong with that."

Walter clenched his fists.

"But we don't really have the time."

Thinking of this, Walter even felt angry deep in his heart.

Slowly, his fist raised, looking as if he was going to smash the battlements.

But in the end, reason still prevailed, and his fists only fell slowly in the end.

"We don't have much time to spare, Ilmin."

"Um……"

"It's the autumn harvest now. Hungary and Lane have the power to fight anytime and anywhere, but the eastern defense line cannot withstand blows."

Then Ilmin was silent for a moment.

"Isn't that what we're aiming for?"

He said.

But this time, the silent person became Walter.

"I know."

The young warrior just bowed his head.

"That's what we're aiming at, because that guy Elmrich is only willing to back down on this if the threat from Hungary is not lifted."

"But what should we do next?"

Walter sighed.

"Will Hungary let go of this opportunity? Etzel once let the Eastern defense go, but that doesn't mean he will let it go a second time."

There is simply no answer, no explanation, on this point.

"We all know that the King of Hunlan has never put Valkyrie in his eyes, but we can't place all these expectations on him personally. The risk is too great."

"So, what do you want to do?"

Then, Walter didn't answer right away.

He just tapped lightly on the stones of the city wall.

"I wanted to do something Mr. Wittig didn't want to do, but... it would only embarrass him if I told him to his face."

After all, this has already involved the issue of his personal dignity.

For the ex-Excalibur warrior, his willingness to make suggestions and let them go to the lord he once betrayed is already the limit.

But want him to turn to them for help.

He might do such a thing, but there was no need for it.

"Irmin, when we arrive in the Grimes area, you can help me deliver a letter to Beian City. I want to apply for assistance as the new lord of Grimes..."

Walter took a deep breath.

For some reason, a lingering sense of strangeness suddenly appeared in his heart.

It seems extremely difficult.

This is simply not right!

In the end, there was a sudden surge of fear in the depths of his heart.

Why should I hesitate?

Could it be that there is nostalgia?

He obviously hasn't sat in that seat yet, but subconsciously regards it as his own?

In that case, what is the difference between me and that man? !

Suddenly, the figure of the father appeared in his mind, which made him grit his teeth.

'boom'

He raised his hand and slammed it on it, and the sound made Irmin's scalp tingle.

"what are you doing!"

"Please tell the highness in the city of Godsend to let them rush to help the eastern defense line. I am willing to donate the land and the lordship of the Grimes area."

Clenching that bleeding fist, he whispered.

"Your injury..."

"Promise me, Ilmin."

Before his friend could give any answer, he felt a pain in his palm.

At some point, the man took out the gauze and began to wrap it around his hands.

"I promise you."

Irmin whispered.

"I'll help you."

Chapter 42: Trends in Hungary

Time passed slowly like this.

On the morning of the second day, the new Grimes lord Walter set off with [-] soldiers from the Frontier Legion.

They are lucky.

Because as Walter's original team, they will definitely be reused.

Not to mention that they will definitely enter the court in the future, because not everyone has such abilities.

However, they will surely gain fame and fortune.

This is for sure.

Because no matter how you think about it, it is impossible for Walter, who has ascended the position of lord, to owe the soldiers who followed him.

This is his original team and comrades.

But at the same time, they are also unfortunate.

Because the so-called fame and wealth are the final result, but in the process it will definitely bring casualties.

Who will be the lucky one to reap fame and fortune?

Who will be the unlucky one who died on the road?

No one knows this.

Perhaps for the entire Midgard, and even the entire Nine Realms, these are preordained things.

However, mortals are small after all.

So they don't know this at all.

For weak human beings, those "futures" that have not yet happened are unknown.

Apart from the parties like Walter, besides the turmoil that broke out due to the death of the lord, there is also a big storm that is about to hit.

Location: Trajsen, the capital of the Hungarian Empire

This is the only large city in Hungary built with fixed, stone and fortress structures.

60% of Hungary's population lives there.

The towering city walls rise from the ground, highlighting its roughness and grandeur.

Looking from a distance, the city standing on the eastern plain exudes a murderous aura, and at first glance, it has a huge amount of engineering.

And this is the Eastern Plains.

According to the frequency of Warcraft activities here, the construction time will definitely be greatly extended.

It would take generations to work together to design and build from scratch.