You and me under the world tree

Elmrich...

The lords under him have never been peaceful.

It is not uncommon for them to try to gain promotion or retain their original status, or even just to get a life, by selling part of their intelligence.

Since more than a year ago, when Hungary took advantage of the internal turmoil in the Gothic Kingdom, those lords were a little restless.

However, because there is no way to further verify anything, Etzel will not fully believe it.

But now, he felt that he could roughly guess what exactly happened.

"What a waste."

In the end, Etzel closed his eyes.But at this time, it seems that most people don't understand what their king is lamenting.

However, they heard his next words.

"Warcraft is also one of our kingdom's strategic reserves after all. It may not be a good thing that they all fall on the eastern defense line."

After hearing the words of their king, the brows of the soldiers including Rudiger suddenly stretched.

These people are all smiling.

War means death?

indeed so.

But the Hungarian fighters have already taken these things lightly.

At least the fighters of Etzel's generation will not have any fear of this.

From an ordinary soldier to a centurion or a thousand commander, for them, King Etzel's order is everything.

And he never treats the dead in battle badly!

"Launch a general attack tomorrow! But before that, we have to use monsters to open the way."

Catapult, tripping rope.

Etzel still hasn't forgotten these things.

"We will use actual combat to tell those guys what is true glory."

He raised his glass high and looked around.

"I offer you a toast." Etzel said, "Victory! Glory!"

"Respect the nobility that flows in the blood!"

Among the crowd, such words suddenly appeared, and it suddenly became the mainstream trend.

"Respect the nobility that flows in the blood!"

The soldiers under Etzel said loudly.

But no one noticed that when the Hungarian army camp was filled with such a joyful and enthusiastic atmosphere, their king frowned.

"The nobility of blood..."

The nobility of blood.

Ah yes, the lineage of the gods is indeed very noble in a sense.

But unfortunately...

"I don't care."

Covering his lips with the ornate wine glass, he whispered.

"I don't care about anything."

In the end, he drank the warming milk wine in one gulp.

Then, the Son of God threw away the wine glass completely, and walked out of the tent with a flick of his rough fur cloak while holding his God Blade.

"I will personally drive away the monsters, and tomorrow, I will also fight in person."

No one knows what kind of thoughts the rough-looking King of Hunland has in his heart under such a passionate environment.

Unknowingly, the kingdom he created was suddenly 'controlled' by those guys in the sky.

culture of god worship.

Even on the eastern plains, these fighters who desperately survived almost gave up their so-called beliefs.

However, he exists.

After all, his status as the Son of God was given to them.

"Perhaps, it's all my fault."

Under the moonlight, King Hunlan's expression was obviously complicated.

"But, after all, I saved you, so it is only natural for you to sacrifice everything for me."

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good night

Chapter 59: Combat Deployment

Mani's moon chariot gradually completed its work and disappeared at the end of the sky.

The moment the moonlight disappeared, the world seemed to be plunged into darkness.

This kind of darkness is palpitating, frightening and uneasy.

No matter from which point of view, human beings are creatures of joy after all.

However, this darkness only lasted for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, another slightly warmer light fell from the other side of the sky.

It was as if something had risen from the depths of the mountains at the end of the pen.

And this is the sunrise of Midgard.

No matter what angle you look at, the sunrise is always a joy, because it inherently imparts an unparalleled sense of security.

But there is one exception.

For example, the sunrise brings some kind of crisis.

And that's the case with the Eastern Front now.

For the fighters here, sunrise and sunshine mean another battle.

What's more, the head of the legion has already said that they have no fuel left.

And in the absence of a big killer like kerosene, it would definitely not work to guard against anything, so the valley itself could only be used.

Yes, this valley.

The mountain range extending from the peak of Xindal itself is a huge cage, and after blocking the entrances of the two valleys, it will have no other entrances.

Originally, the terrain of the valley was very flat.

But the ancient Ameronian clan abruptly dug the surrounding area into a cliff.

So, for now, there is only one way to pass through the other side of the valley.

And if there is any problem, it is that the road is not long.

It has various side roads leading to other parts of the valley, but it does not take much time to reach the Gothic border and reach the thick gate.

It takes less than half an hour to gallop on horseback.

But it is enough to be used as the last trap against Warcraft.

The two sides are close together, and the rest are waiting in full battle in the high camp in the valley, starting the kind of hunting from top to bottom.

This is the last resort of the Ameri Longen family against the beast tide.

However, it itself requires the soldiers to have a strong execution.

In other words, it has extremely high requirements on the quality of the fighters themselves from the very beginning.

If it was in the past, it would be fine. The Frontier Legion, which has gone through a great war and has already been adjusted to the extreme, will definitely not be afraid of this kind of plan.

But now, there are a large number of newcomers in the legion.

Have these few days of high-pressure fighting allowed them to integrate into this army with a high mortality rate?

Can it make people who don't know each other open their hearts?Mutual cooperation without reservation?

This is all Wittig does not know.

But now there is no other choice, because the monster has come, and his order has been fully passed on within two hours before dawn.

"Now is the time to fight."

Riding on the pure white steed Skamin, Wittig whispered.

To be honest, his voice is not too loud.

Naturally, this voice can never be regarded as an order.

But now, there was no need for him to say anything, and the soldiers on the city wall started to act quickly.

The trebuchet soon began to operate.

'boom'

With the city gate as the center, the boulder quickly flew away and fell into the running beasts.

But before waiting for the trebuchet to run for a few more rounds, the soldiers soon discovered something was wrong.

"Those monsters run so fast!"

"It seems that there are no other monsters this time!"

At this moment, the horde of beasts that seemed to be able to cover the beautiful and wide plain came into the sight of the soldiers.

It's not that you can 'see' at will, but the distance at which you can clearly recognize the face of the monster.

Until this time, the soldiers of the Frontier Legion discovered that the beast tide this time was completely different from the previous ones.

If it was before, the so-called beast tide was more like a pure monster attack.

The front row is the magic cow, that's because the magic cow has the fastest charging speed.

In a straight line charge, no one can match this huge but heavy creature.

And after the magic cow are other creatures.

For example, wolves and great apes with the power of elements, and various other strange races born from the arbitrary magic of wizards.

It has always been like this.

Regardless of the race, the number has always been inconsistent, and it looks like ordinary monsters moving westward.

But this time is different, because this time, the races of the monsters are exactly the same.

There are no beasts that breathe fire, or stir up storms.

Some are just tall magic cows.

All are magic cows!

Those special creatures that can affect the human spirit and five senses just by sound!

"It's different this time, it's different from before!"

Because it is all due to the magic cow, there is no disconnect between them at all.

Just imagine, what would happen if these magic cows hit the city walls and gates directly?

OK.