You and me under the world tree

"I'm waiting for my plan to be completed... what are you waiting for, Etzel."

Chapter 65: Rules? That's what we made.

Flames spread across the road in the valley.

Accompanied by the forest fires visible to the naked eye, Etzel couldn't help being stunned.

"Is this your plan?"

Unknowingly, his voice became cold.

"Ah, that's it."

I don't know if he noticed the coldness contained in the words of the King of Hunlan, but he just took a deep breath.

"You are so strong that no one including the entire Frontier Corps, including me, is your opponent, and if you are allowed to do whatever you want...cough cough cough cough."

Suddenly, Wittig coughed, and he began to vomit blood.

Although due to physical problems, he was unable to fully speak the following words clearly.

However, Etzel was very clear about what he wanted to say.

It's nothing more than his ridiculously tough fight.

Even if he didn't get the weapon bestowed by the gods in the sky, his own strength should not be underestimated.

With his own strength, he can rush to kill the enemy by himself.

Although it seems a little too much to say this, in fact, the so-called courage is a consumable after all.

Two legions are at war with each other, and it only takes a 10% battle loss rate to completely collapse one legion.

And those who lost [-]% and still fought impassionedly or remained calm were already elites of the Hundred Battles level.

And obviously, no matter what angle you look at, the reorganized Frontier Corps is far from being able to do this.

If it was the survivor who had fought fiercely with Hungary for a year, there might still be some possibility of counterattack.

However, once those recruits today see that kind of brutal killing with no chance of resistance, they will definitely lose their will to fight.

"I always want to avoid this kind of thing, because for my plan, they must maintain the will to fight no matter what."

Vaguely, Wittig's gradually dulled senses seemed to be able to hear the sound of flames.

The skin can also feel the faint heat.

"And as long as you maintain the will to fight, you can succeed."

"That's it."

Etzel responded in a low voice.

"It's all your plan, really simple."

It's nothing more than a gamble.

If Hunland did not attack immediately, but continued to attack with monsters, then the soldiers of the Frontier Legion would surely suffer heavy casualties.

However, Xionglan chose to follow the first batch of magic bulls to launch a general attack after confirming that the fuel was exhausted.

"It doesn't matter if it's simple, just take the bait, because I know you're in a hurry."

This is a space game.

From the scale of the Warcraft attack, Wittig, who has rich combat experience, deduced Etzel's impatience based on his experience in fighting Hungary.

"Although I don't know the specific reason, it is the fact after all."

Wittig took a deep breath.

Before he knew it, his breathing became short and deep.

It seems extremely difficult.

"Cough cough cough cough."

He coughed.

"At least this time...me."

At this moment, there seemed to be some kind of brilliance in the warrior's eyes.

For Wittig, this seemed to be the only hope.

This tiny ray of hope was crumbling, but it was still flickering in his cloudy eyes that had almost lost their brilliance.

"Want to say you won, eh?"

But soon, the performance of the Hungarian King was like a huge slap slammed on his face.

Because he didn't show any panic at all.

"I probably know what you're thinking."

What was Wittig's simple but effective battle plan?

It's very simple, it is to cooperate with this valley to create a forest fire.

As for the reason, Etzel doesn't need to know at all, he just needs to know the purpose of the commander of the frontier army over there.

"Even if they don't die in the sea of ​​flames, the crazy monsters and my soldiers will find a way out in a hurry. They will either run forward or run backward."

Etzel said in a low voice, seemingly unsurprised.

"If they flee in the direction of the camp, your warriors are just waiting for work. If they run to the gate, they will be happier. If they flee in the original direction, they will 'encounter' with your mount."

'咴'

Just as Etzel recounted Wittig's simple strategy in its entirety, the neighing of the white steed came from the valley.

"You can't break the rules of the battlefield."

Wittig just stared at Etzel.

He was so exhausted that he couldn't even see anything with his eyes.

However, he could feel where Etzel was.

He is still in front of him.

"You... have no way to break the rules of the battlefield."

The rules of the battlefield are understood by everyone.

For example, it is heroes who can shine on the battlefield.

The hero can only demonstrate his tactical mind and powerful force, or rely on a weapon such as the Holy Sword of God's Wrath to exert further power.

Although wizards have magical powers, they must not be able to exert sufficient means to reverse the situation on the battlefield.

Not even Etzel himself is proficient in magic.

"You can't make it rain here."

Yes, Etzel can't help it.

"Even if you hold an elemental blade in your hand, the destructive power it possesses will only tear your people apart."

Wittig coughed, holding his sword with one hand, but with the other he grabbed Etzel's collar.

"You have no way to capture the city wall. If you are alone, there is no way to occupy this place!"

At this moment, Wittig's eyes seemed to be burning with some kind of determination.

But at the same time, there was a trace of bewilderment in the depths of those cloudy eyes.

Because until the end, he didn't hold his chest upright, let alone directly related to the word self-confidence.

Compared with the so-called showing off, Wittig now seems to be seeking some kind of recognition.

I beat you, right?

This seems to be more suitable for him.

However, the reality finally let him down.

'boom'

Accompanied by the heavy blow, Wittig's body flew upside down.

Etzel kicked directly on him.

"I've changed my mind. I'm going to show you something for yourself."

Pain spread throughout his body, but Wittig's face was pained and dull.

The cloudy eyes widened as hard as he could, and he was trying his best to watch what happened in front of him.

"The battlefield rules you mentioned are not worth mentioning, do you know why?"

why?

"Because I have been using magic to compete with you before."

Etzel grinned.

"Varied……"

"Those elements that are enough to destroy this city wall are the magic I cast temporarily."

"But the wizard..."

not like this.

How can magic be used in war?

As if realizing something, Wittig's cloudy eyes seemed to regain clarity for a moment.

In his eyes, the figure of that man, King Etzel of Hungary, was extremely clear.

"This is the rule you made!"

Almost with all his strength, he roared loudly.

"you……"

Pain and dryness spread all over his body, and he began to vomit blood again.

"cannot……"

"There has never been anything that cannot be done. The rules are made by us, and of course we can violate them."

'boom'

Wittig saw it, and at that moment, Etzel's eyes were blood red.

There is a lingering madness in it.

Maybe it's fighting spirit, but also anger.

But these are not important, because for him, for him with the blood of gods flowing in his body, this is power!

'boom'

A light of anger flickered on his long knife.

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Hello new month, everyone.

Orz will resume normal updates, and I have a plane ticket for tomorrow morning, and I am going back to my hometown soon.

In the end, I still can't break the family _(:з」∠)_

Chapter 66: Born Noble to Lead the War

Turn anger into strength, and draw nourishment from madness and anger.