You and me under the world tree

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"Damn monsters get out of Gothic!"

They started delivering buckets.

When the flaming monsters rekindled, a bucket of water extinguished them, and then a sword crossed their necks and took their heads away.

Wittig breathed a sigh of relief after witnessing this scene.

No matter what, this round of offensive finally survived.

Then, just as he was thinking this way, a piercing pain came to his heart.

"Well……"

He subconsciously covered his heart.

The 1 minute time limit seems to be up.

Chapter 52: Two Sides at War

Not to mention whether he can reach the peak state, but no matter what, Wittig can only maintain a fighting posture for at most 1 minute.

And it doesn't come without a price.

Because his fighting posture is actually a kind of magical application in a sense.

Because the battle with the Son of God had directly overdrawn his physical potential and life, which greatly reduced the time he could usually be active.

Physical strength is also on the verge of extinction.

If I insist on visualizing it, it is that not only is he unable to walk around at will, but even normal activities are as weak as a patient.

But even then, he may only be able to stay awake normally for a few hours a day.

For Wittig as a soldier, this was no less than an inhuman torture.

He doesn't like it.

So he chose to further compress his activity time.

In fact, there is nothing special about it, just use the magic on the spiritual level to shield the negative feedback on the physical level, and then use the recovery magic derived from the second rune combined with the berserk technique to desperately squeeze out the combat power and mobility.

However, magic requires energy after all.

Just like a seriously injured person who has just been healed or a berserker who has just escaped from a state of anger will feel tired, the same is true for Wittig now.

And that kind of load feedback is stronger than that of ordinary people.

The body is crying, and all the bones in the whole body seem to be crying.

Unable to support him, he lay on his beloved horse.

"Sure enough, it's still a bit reluctant..."

He coughed.

The load response from the body is obviously to let him rest.

Even, he couldn't feel the existence of the Excalibur in his hand.

Has the Mimonger Excalibur fallen to the ground?

But I didn't hear its crisp sound.

With that inexplicable sense of doubt that was already out of control, Wittig's palm began to exert force.

Then, the dull skin seemed to finally give feedback.

The sword is still there!

"call."

After realizing this, Wittig finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he got up slowly.

"咴"

At this moment, the divine steed Skamin neighed.

And he stretched out his hand lightly, stroking it with his weak palm.

He didn't feel anything himself, because he found that his senses were gradually becoming dull.

However, he still spoke:

"I am fine."

This was said to Skemin.

After that, Shenjun just stayed where he was.

It didn't neigh, just continued to wait.

After a while, Wittig, who was slightly relieved, inserted the Excalibur back into the scabbard carried by Shen Jun.

Then, the white divine horse began to move.

It neighed, and began to trample and bite the remaining monsters.

In the end, the first round of attacks survived.

Time soon came to night.

In the Hungarian tent, Rüdiger gave a report.

And what he reported was naturally about the Warcraft invasion.

"So, they didn't even open the first door?"

Etzel asked.

There seemed to be dissatisfaction in his words.

And this couldn't help but make Rudiger break out in a cold sweat.

And vaguely, he noticed something was wrong.

Take Etzel's attitude, for example.

In his memory, his king has always looked at ease.

Although he is declared to be a great king to the outside world, there are strict rank divisions in the army according to individual abilities.

However, Etzel has never had any airs.

And a year ago, when they first attacked the Eastern defense, he had always shown an attitude of ease.

Set up camp, fight when you have time, and stay where you are not.

At that time, almost everyone could see that his king was not concerned about whether to capture the eastern defense line.

Because what Hungary needs is not the so-called eastern line of defense at all.

Instead of storming the defense line and causing a lot of losses, it is better to use force to oppress and obtain greater benefits.

But now it seems to be different.

After all, the attack was planned too hastily.

There was no sign at all, the soldiers only heard that King Etzel announced that he was going to attack Goth, and they followed.

But now, Rudiger felt that his king was serious.

There is no joke in his every move!

"Don't be so nervous."

At this moment, Rudiger, who was thinking, heard such words.

It was King Etzel who said it.

And it wasn't until this moment that he realized that he seemed to be in a cold sweat.

"We don't need to change our tactics, we just need to keep driving the monsters away."

At this moment, Rudiger realized that the king was not looking at him at all.

In his eyes, the majestic king was just gently stroking his long bone table.

"It's still the same as before. When they are at the end of their rope and have to fight hand-to-hand, they will launch a general offensive."

"Yes!"

The soldier lowered his head slowly, then bowed and exited the camp.

He noticed that the king seemed anxious.

But as for why he was anxious, only he knew.

"call……"

Gently drinking the warming wine, Etzel raised his head slightly.

Through the gap in the tent, he stared at the bright night sky.

"So, is my attack faster, or your action faster?"

No 'person' can answer this point.

Because human beings stand on the earth, it can be said that they know nothing about what happened in the distance.

However, the gods in the sky are different.

The envoy Hermod and the Valkyrie Slud.

Because the war broke out completely, they had to pay attention to the war on the earth again.

In their eyes, theoretically speaking, there are four places where the war broke out.

One is Burgundy, which has been quiet for a long time.

Under the oppression of Hagen, who is in power, those who are reluctant to give up their power and status have begun to plan what they think is an extremely secretive raid.

And this is bound to cause a great battle that will sweep across the entire Burgundian kingdom.

If it was in the past, Valkyrie would definitely set her sights there.

But now, the entire Burgundy region is in a state of near isolation.

Because of the presence of a sage, the Valkyrie has given up on intervening at will as before.

Now, they are paying more attention to the three battles in Gothic and Hungary.

A surprise attack was launched by the Wolfheart Legion led by one of the Twelve Warriors, Wolfhart. They entered the eastern plain directly and quickly, and they had already launched a conflict with the patrolling army of Hungary.

The remaining two are interrelated.

One is the eastern defense line that has been paid attention to before, which is the main attack position of Hungary, and the other is the Grimes area.

The dragon blood warrior Studus, who had disappeared for a while, returned strongly. He and his colleague, Otwin, one of the twelve warriors, led three legions into the Grimes area violently.

But for the nobles of Grimes, this is simply a nightmare, because they have no power to fight back.

"The fighting in the Grimes area ended too quickly."

Staring at the three completely different flags, Helmode said.

"If this continues, they will soon be able to support the eastern defense."

"Well, but that's about it."

"..."

In this regard, Hermod could not help but feel speechless.

"Do you know what I'm talking about?"

He couldn't help turning his head and staring at the Storm Goddess.

Then, what he saw was that slightly icy face.

At this moment, the God of Speed suddenly felt that Slude had changed.

I don't know when she started, but she lost the cheerfulness and talkativeness she once had.