You and me under the world tree

However, just looking at his face clearly, you can see that those thoughts are all wrong.

Because he was smiling, and that smile was ironic.

Because he never paid attention to these soldiers on the city wall.

Days of heroic struggle?

Overcoming your deepest fears and showing courage?

No, this stuff doesn't work at all.

Because in this world there is a thing called blood, and another thing called race.

The extraordinary blood flowing in his body determined the fundamental difference between Etzel and those ordinary people.

However, facing such an existence, the soldiers of the Frontier Legion clenched their swords tightly.

"Put down the city gate again, and block my soldiers from this valley again, you think so."

"Brothers! Together!"

At the moment when the Son of God descended easily on the city wall, the soldiers charged away.

They demonstrated their courage—the courage to draw a sword in the face of the Son of God.

However, vulnerable.

'swish'

The blade danced, and the blood burst out directly from the wound, becoming blood flowers under the sun.

This gushing blood fell like a tide, extinguishing the original fighting spirit.

"Too fragile, isn't it?"

Slowly putting the gorgeous long knife back into the scabbard, said in a low voice.

Whether it is physical or fighting spirit.

"Humanity is too easily defeated."

At this moment, there is silence.

The soldiers on the bloodbathed city walls desperately longed for their backbone to come out and lead them.

The soldiers stood still.

However, they really only need one command.

Just one command!

Put down the city gate!

Or attack.

Warriors without a backbone really need only one order.

However, what they got was the last instruction from the legion commander.

"Retreat, don't worry about anything, just retreat."

Chapter 61: The Peak Battle!

Excalibur Warrior Wittig.

Now the top speaker of the Frontier Legion, under the almost mocking provocation of the Son of God and the King of Punishment, he seemed to choose to swallow his anger.

"Just retreat, let me get out of here and retreat to the other end of the valley."

Clutching his head, Wittig gritted his teeth and said.

Then, the fighters really retreated.

Perhaps it is because they are excellent fighters, silently obeying any order from the legion commander.

But maybe they just feel fear.

They wanted to run away, but Wittig's words gave them a step down.

And if it is the former, it means that Wittig is still quite popular as the leader of the frontier army, and it can even be said to be extremely good.

If it is the latter, it would be too sad.

However, this is not the most cruel thing.

Because for Wittig, the most brutal thing is now in sight.

"As the head of the legion, your battle plan seems to have made a mistake."

Gently stroking his long knife, Etzel said.

Facing Etzel's gaze, Wittig looked extremely pale.

It's fine if it's normal, but now, in his eyesight, the Son of God is more terrifying than any monster.

All he needs to do is stand there and make any threatening gesture—even simply releasing hostility can overwhelm a person.

Because this is the gap at the level of race and blood.

Humans are too weak and fragile to compete with these guys.

So, can a good fighter overcome this kind of fear that comes from the instinct of the body?

The answer is actually yes.

In fact, true warriors can be fearless.

Just like the frontier legionnaires before.

Even though they knew that the man in front of them was the Son of God, they could still draw their weapons to fight.

However, in fact, most fighters don't realize that when they really face that kind of suffocating demigod powerhouse, their energy will be consumed unconsciously.

They will spend more mind to control the body.

Tell yourself to calm down.

Moreover, it is not easy to maintain calm alone.

It's fine if it's normal, but now, Wittig's feeling is especially obvious.

And the most intuitive manifestation is his inner exhaustion.

Ever since the battle with Etzel left his body in an irreparable deficit, his physical strength and energy were quite limited.

And when facing Etzel, the pressure even made him close his eyes.

"call……"

Although he didn't answer the Son of God's question directly.

But now, that heavy breathing sound has actually completely exposed this point.

So, Etzel grinned.

"You have completely failed, Wittig, if you surrender now, maybe you can get a better end."

However, Wittig still did not answer.

'咴'

It was replaced by Skemin.

The white divine steed neighed at this moment, that sound like the howling of a monster seemed to be a certain choice.

Wittig then stroked her mane gently to reassure her.

"Skemin's will is my will."

After hearing Wittig's exhausted voice, Etzel just narrowed his eyes.

"The unity of human and horse, although I really want to say that, but in fact it is not the case. You and your mount haven't reached the point of mutual understanding, have you?"

"..."

Wittig continued to remain silent, he just tightly held the still sharp holy sword in his hand.

The tightly closed eyes seem to be feeling, but they seem to be waiting for something.

"You just gave up, but you didn't want to look too ugly, so you just found a reason and let a beast make this choice for you."

"To shut up!"

Etzel's words seemed to have touched the bottom line of his anger.

Finally, the former Excalibur Warrior opened his eyes.

"Skemin is my relative, my legs, and you will never allow her to be insulted like this!"

"咴"

Soldiers are roaring, horses are neighing.

But on top of this thick and empty city wall, there is a bitter and lonely atmosphere.

Because he is the only one left here.

"I'll give you another chance."

'Gada gada gada gada'

'dong dong dong dong'

Accompanied by that heavy sound, the Hungarian cavalry also rushed into the valley when the city gate was wide open, and this seemed to have declared the victory of the Hungarian side.

They have enough ability to seize the city wall, and even go directly to the inside.

But as the vanguard, they did not intend to stop, but rushed all the way to the depths of the valley.

Through some top-secret information, they knew the direction of the valley early on.

Although there is only one road leading to the Gothic mainland, there are also other roads leading to the mountainside.

There is the barracks of the Frontier Corps.

And as long as all these places are occupied, it will be a matter of minutes to take down the Gothic portal.

So they didn't stop, taking advantage of the chaos of the monsters to take advantage of the victory and pursue is the kingly way!

Warcraft will definitely rampage in the valley!

"call."

It may be because these cavalrymen who continued to hunt and kill provided sufficient sources of confidence for Etzel, so he also took a deep breath.

"If you surrender now, the wish in your heart will also have a chance to be realized, and the people you care about will be able to recover."

"..."

Maybe it was because he was poked at a sore spot again, Wittig's calm expression changed again.

His eyes were closed, his eyelashes fluttering.

"Your potion hasn't been delivered yet."

Then, he opened his eyes.

In Etzel's eyes, Wittig's gaze seemed a little weird.

Some anger, some despair.

There are even some hesitation.

But eventually, those flashes of emotion fade away completely.

"How do you know I didn't drink?"

he said coldly.

Then, Etzel saw him take out a bottle of red potion.

At first glance, it seemed to be the life potion he gave.

Then he drank it down.

It looked as if he had directly poured the entire bottle of life potion.