You and me under the world tree

It comes from Asgard, the realm of the gods, and it is the hardest metal material that can be found in the entire Nine Realms.

At the same time, the blade is engraved with exquisite rune carvings, and there are exquisite patterns from the blade to the end of the hilt.

Seemingly separated, yet united, there is even a faint shadow of the Holy Sword of God's Wrath.

"What kind of statement is this knife?"

Before he knew it, Etzel had already held it in his hand.

From the first day of junior high school, he felt the surge of power.

Inside the sword body, a unique force is roaring.

Even Etzel could clearly feel that the blood in his body was boiling.

This is resonance...

Just starting with it for the first time, Etzel understood that it was very suitable for him.

Therefore, he couldn't help but close his eyes, quietly feeling.

And that interrupted Hermod.

The envoy didn't know what to answer.

He just quietly watched his half-brother, and in the end, a strong sense of crisis surged in his heart.

"Ok?"

At this moment, he saw Etzel's eyes.

But different from the contempt seen before, the eyes of the Hungarian King are now filled with bloody madness.

That's bloodthirsty.

That was bellicose.

That is the fighting instinct that seems to be engraved in the bones, accompanied by the blood circulation in the body.

This is the blood of the god of war!

And finally!

"Anger (Gram)..."

He whispered the word.

In the end, the radiance of anger visible to the naked eye spewed from the blade, as if it wanted to devour everything around it.

Even Hermod felt that if his speed was a little slower, would he be drawn into the fire of anger.

But soon, the radiance of anger quickly disappeared again.

Then, the King of Hunlan lightly flicked the wide and thick back of the sword that had not been sharpened.

"Ding"

The sound is extremely crisp.

"It's a pity that this blade can't be named after Gram, otherwise it will collide with the name."

Then, he raised his head.

Suddenly, Hermod felt that his gaze was piercing.

Even inexplicable ridicule.

"When did you stand so far away?"

This seemingly random question left the envoy speechless.

In the end, he still didn't respond directly to the mockery.

"This is given to you by God the Father, and it naturally belongs to you."

"Oh, what's the name of it?"

"Naturally it is the incomparably noble title: God (Aesir)."

"That is... the blade of Aesir."

"I hope you don't live up to the name."

It wasn't too presumptuous, Hermod just stabbed so lightly.

To be honest, he really didn't want to stay here anymore, so he turned around quickly.

"I have already delivered the things, and conveyed the words, the right to make the choice...that is naturally with you."

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Legend has it that Attila the Hun had a sword (saber) derived from the god of war, and the prototype was based on this. In the movie, the sword broke in the battle before Attila's defeat.

The original code disappeared after Attila's death.

By the way, some cold knowledge:

Gorum could be called Skyfury Sword

Asa can be translated as Shura.

So Asa's Blade can also be Shura Knife.

Thinking about it this way, it seems to have a sense of martial arts.

Skyfury Sword Horde

Asura Sword Aize

What the hell am I talking about...

ok, sleep

Chapter 44: Etzel's Weakness

Eventually, Hermod left.

Although he seemed calm, there was always a lingering panic deep in his heart.

Because he always has a feeling.

That was the lingering ferocity emanating from Etzel's body.

He was like a raging beast.

In the past, perhaps because he didn't have a weapon at hand, he restrained himself a little.

However, when he obtained the newly cast Asa God of War Blade, he was equivalent to releasing himself from the shackles.

It seems to have no scruples.

If you have to say it, that kind of momentum is like Thor in battle.

Moreover, perhaps because he did not enjoy any divine power, the transmission of that anger was more pure.

More importantly, they are not familiar with each other.

Although Hermod himself often acted as a messenger, delivering messages from God's Domain to the King of Hungary.

However, the relationship between them is not good.

Even conflicts often broke out because of position issues.

He felt that his 'brother' didn't take God's father's orders and the affairs of the Protoss into his heart at all.

But the Hungarian king laughed at him as a war envoy who didn't understand war at all.

After going back and forth, the conflict between the two sides has not been alleviated.

What made him even worse was that he was always the one who was hanged and beaten.

Even he himself has no way to deny that there is always a strong inferiority complex deep in his heart.

When facing Etzel, he could even clearly feel the suppression at the level of blood and race.

It made him feel resentful.

But at the same time, nothing can be done.

He didn't want to see Etzel again, and even wondered if that man would kill himself with a knife.

So after sending the God of War Blade of the same model as the Holy Sword of Wrath to Etzel, he ran away without looking back.

During this process, he didn't even have time to observe the surrounding scene.

Therefore, he naturally didn't know what kind of expression the King of Punishment was facing with his back.

Not fanatical, not vicious.

Not to mention bloodthirsty dazed by anger, but a dignified look.

He just looked down at the God of War Blade named 'Asa' in his hand.

Frowning tightly, various thoughts appeared in his mind.

Because he is very clear that this kind of choice on the surface is completely false.

For the current Hungary, and for him as the lord of Hungary, there is only one road from beginning to end.

"What about the war..."

He whispered about it.

"What's wrong?"

But at this moment, before he could think about anything, a woman's voice came from behind him.

This made Etzel quickly restrain the dignity on his face.

And when he turned around, he saw a woman.

Haier Jie.

But at this time, the clothes she was wearing were a little loose, and she didn't have the gold ornaments that she always wore before.

And the reason is very simple, just look at her stomach to understand.

A new life is being born in it.

"How did you get out?"

Etzel asked.

A fake smile appeared on his face almost subconsciously.

However, this expression cannot cause any deception, at least in Heierjie's view.

The queen of Hungary didn't pay attention to Etzel's smile at all, she just walked slowly in front of him.

Her nimble eyes circled around her husband.

She quickly took in his attire at the moment.

Naturally, it also includes the knife he is holding in his hand now.

However, Lan Xinhui didn't ask directly, she just raised her head and stared at her husband again.

"So, what happened?"

"Nothing..."

Originally, Etzel wanted to appear more righteous.

However, after seeing Heierjie's agile, tolerant and charming eyes, he found that he couldn't speak out anyway.

Even at this moment, other messy thoughts suddenly surged in his heart.

In the end, all these gathered into the helplessness deep in my heart.

As for why, only he himself can understand.