You and me under the world tree

Chapter 71: Can you stand up by yourself?

In the valley, Shenjun and Valkyrie are confronting each other.

Although this statement is a bit strange, it is indeed true.

Because Helvey didn't want to make things stiff.

She knew Skemin because when she met Wieland, the steed was already with the blacksmith.

And she also knew that Skeming was quite human.

This pure white war horse may not know what happened back then, but she understands the hostility shown by her two masters.

And from her attitude, Helvey could vaguely sense the attitude of the once young elf blacksmith towards her.

However, these are not the point now.

Even though Helvey felt inexplicably uncomfortable, she still understood what was important now.

So, she took a deep breath:

"I can save him."

She didn't get any closer, she just showed her sincerity completely.

She directly took out the potion on her body.

"This is a healing potion. Although there is no way to make up for his past consumption and loss of life, it can restore him to his current 'normal' appearance."

When talking about this, Helvey couldn't help but glanced at Wittig who seemed to be in a coma now.

At this moment, a look of unbearableness flashed across her face.

Because she knows what Wittig's so-called normal looks like now.

I get sleepy easily, can't move freely, and my legs are weak, so I have to use a wheelchair.

For a man with the self-respect and pride of a warrior, this is a life like a nightmare.

but……

"Just survive."

Gritting her teeth, Helvey whispered.

"No matter what, as long as you survive, you have a chance."

She looked at Skemin.

Then, Shenjun neighed:

"咴"

It's not showing hostility, but there is a warning in it.

Then, it took two steps back, which gave Helvey room to act.

The woman jumped straight at Wittig and uncorked the vial.

Suddenly, a burst of fragrance spread.

The recovery potion made from several kinds of herbs can not only quickly heal trauma in a short period of time, but even soothe the spirit.

"Quick, drink it."

"Well……"

When the fragrant potion flowed into the warrior's mouth, he seemed to have a little reaction.

And Helvey didn't drink it completely for him, but split it into two.

Give him half of it to drink, and the other half for external application.

After a bottle of potion was completely consumed, Wittig suddenly started coughing.

Although it looked a little worrying, the voice was obviously much stronger than before.

It means he's recovering, and it means things are turning for the better.

Yes, that's it!

"call."

At this moment, Helvey couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, she suddenly began to seriously examine the man who seemed to be sleeping.

His face is very similar to his father, the only difference is his identity.

In her memory, Wieland's skin was more delicate as an elf, and her ears were not as 'normal' as humans.

Moreover, there are some features on Wittig's face that do not belong to Wieland.

These are the faces of Wieland's now wife.

She actually didn't know what the former princess of Gitland looked like.

However, she was more or less unhappy in her heart.

It may be because of the remaining nostalgia in my heart, but it may also be for other reasons.

She reached out and stroked his cheek lightly.

It seems to be nostalgic, but also like looking back.

But soon, without waiting for her to make any further moves, the silver snake warrior opened his eyes.

"you're awake!"

Although surprised by this, Helvey still showed a smile.

But in contrast, Wittig's expression was not good-looking.

"I……"

His voice is dry.

"I'm alive?"

"Wittig."

"How can I live."

There was an expression uglier than crying on the soldier's face.

"Tell me! Why am I still alive!"

He growled loudly.

"Wittig, calm down..."

Helvey subconsciously wanted to hold his shoulders.

But Wittig shook her off.

"Wittig..."

"Don't touch me, Valkyrie!"

Wittig exerted all his strength, and he turned over directly, propping his hands on the ground.

"How can I……"

He gritted his teeth tightly, as if trying his best to get up from the ground.

But before he could go far, the weakness of his legs made him fall to the ground again.

"Well……"

"Wittig!"

Facing Helvey's call, he turned a deaf ear to it.

He raised his head with all his strength and gazed into the distance of the valley.

There lies the last line of defense of the Goths.

There, the Hungarian fighters should be attacking if nothing else.

"How can this be..."

He continued to support the ground with both hands, trying to exert strength, but he didn't have the strength to continue supporting.

"Wittig, that's enough, the war is over!"

"No, not yet!"

"I'll take you back, Wittig, I'll take you back to Gitland."

Seeing the embarrassed figure crawling on the ground, Helvey couldn't help but speak.

"do not come!"

"I can take you and Skemin back. I won't go near Wolf Valley. You can go home by yourself."

"It's not...it's not over yet!"

Clutching the dusty sword in his hand, Wittig clenched his teeth.

He stared at the distance, which was the battlefield he should join.

"Skemin!"

he growled.

But then, what responded to him was not the neighing of the pure white horse.

No, it should be said that the pure white horse is indeed neighing in response.

But the ringing sound from far away completely covered Shen Jun's voice.

That's the sound of a beast...

No, this voice is one that many warriors feel familiar with.

Because even the best warriors are proud of this kind of thing.

"Dragon..."

Why are there dragons here?

Without waiting for the dull thoughts to react, a huge black shadow appeared high above the sky.

It looks like a phantom, but it also looks like some kind of substantive existence.

"This……"

"Ow"

The dragon roared, and then began to breathe flames.

"flame……"

'boom'

In an instant, the high-temperature flames began to erode the valley.

"Dragon Breath..."

'boom'

The high temperature of the flame rushed towards his face, and it deprived Wittig of his sight in an instant.

Some dazzling, but Wittig is unwilling to close his eyes.

"Wittig!"

Soon, neither the voices of Skemin nor Helvey disappeared.

At this moment, Wittig's thoughts seemed to be torn apart by the rushing heat.

It even reminded him of those things in the past.

It seems that a long time ago, in this environment surrounded by flames, he parted ways with his loyal lord and comrades-in-arms.

Vaguely, he seemed to be able to see the former figure from the sea of ​​flames.

"Studas..."