You and me under the world tree

"puff."

Looking up at the furious nomad king, Irmin who was running desperately just clenched the sword in his hand.

But his strength is not as good as that of the real Son of God after all.

'clang'

Before he knew it, the sword in his hand had been lowered.

"You should have let go, and you shouldn't have come, bro."

Feeling the subtle resonance, Etzel said in a low voice.

However, Irmin showed no sign of backing down.

"He is my comrade in arms." Ilmin whispered.

"A comrade in arms? You treat him as a comrade in arms."

At this moment, Etzel's expression was extremely hideous.

"Stupid guy!"

He raised his leg directly, but before that, Ilmin quickly retreated.

'boom'

The King of Hunlan stomped heavily on the ground, and dents and cracks appeared quickly.

But at that time, the "weak man" he called his brother had already grabbed his almost unconscious comrade and quickly retreated.

"Forsyte! Wake up!"

Staring at the warrior's tragic face that had no image at all, Irmin couldn't help shouting.

Then, Forsyte slowly opened his eyes.

"You shouldn't have saved me."

A weak voice came out.

Then he coughed again.

"I can't do it anymore, my body is reaching its limit."

After hearing Forsyte's calm but increasingly weak words, Irmin's heart couldn't help trembling.

He clenched the sharp sword in his hand.

"Don't say anything stupid, aren't you a wizard's child?"

He said.

"You should have those messy potions on your body. Didn't you often take them out for soldiers to use?"

Ilmin had seen it several times, when warriors were nearly dying, just a sip was enough to keep them going.

Not to mention a complete recovery, but it avoided the claws of death.

To tell the truth, it was because Forsyte was willing to share those potions that people trusted him.

But now, Irmin learned a fact that was even worse for him.

"The potion will run out."

"Use it up...don't you keep some for yourself?"

"I can't use it, and you seem to have a strong fear and loathing of 'death' cough cough cough."

There was still a strange smell in his speech.

"So obviously, you need it more than I do."

He closed his eyes.

"Plus, we've actually won, so don't put on that face."

"Hi! Forsyte!"

'boom'

In an instant, the spreading dragon's breath disappeared from a certain moment.

Then, with the sound of heavy footsteps, a man walked out slowly.

"It seems that both the me and the soldiers under me are really taken care of by you, Etzel."

Accompanied by that unruly voice, Etzel looked directly, and what he saw was the Gothic warrior who had had such a "meet relationship".

His eyes were inhuman at the moment.

Those are the eyes of the dragon.

"Speaking of which, we haven't formally greeted each other yet? I was really 'cared for' by you before."

Chapter 79: Confrontation, Threats

Dragon Blood Warrior Studus.

At this moment, he is standing above the line of defense!

Just being here can bring people an inexplicable sense of peace of mind, whether it is the carefree publicity attitude or the yin and yang voice.

"Lord Studus..."

The moment he appeared, Irmin let go of his suspended heart.

"Okay, don't talk, take care of him."

Without looking back, the dragon blood warrior just said in a low voice.

Although Studus showed that kind of unruly attitude from the beginning to the end, it doesn't mean that he will despise the other party.

On the contrary, because he once had a brief duel with the Son of God and lost, Studus would never respond with any contemptuous attitude.

However, he will not particularly amplify the panic caused by the Son of God.

Perhaps once, he was defeated in a duel with Etzel, and was even severely humiliated by the way he used the curse.

But now, everything is different.

"There is no warrior in the world who does not yearn for vengeance, Etzel."

he said in a low voice.

"Either me or Wittig."

Wittig...

At this time, the name that had been with them for a year emerged.

And Irmin raised his head subconsciously.

"Lord Studus, Mr. Wittig..."

"He's fine now."

Suddenly, the neighing of a divine horse sounded in the distance.

Ilmin could clearly see a white swift shadow approaching.

That's the steed Skamming!

In the end, under Shen Jun's high leap, its four feet landed directly on the thick vertical city wall.

'boom'

Under this strange and heavy voice, Shen Jun climbed up the city wall at high speed.

The cautious four hooves were attached to the city wall as if with some kind of force.

This is what the mortal gods and Sleipnir bloodlines have in common.

Except for the inability to fly, any obstacles are useless to them.

Because these children have enough strength to climb walls and mountains, and can gallop on the water.

In the end, the white steed finally jumped up, and what she carried on her back was the man Ilmin was looking forward to.

Wittig, Commander of the Frontier Legion!

"call……"

It was obvious that the horses replaced his legs, but at this hungry time, the warrior holding the divine sword could not help but show a tired look.

At this moment, he almost completely buried his body on the horse.

However, he still stared at Etzel.

Before he knew it, the King of Hunlan seemed to be surrounded.

"This battle is settled, Etzel."

Staring at the gloomy nomad king, Studus said coldly.

He held his Nagrin epee tightly, and even a blade-like light appeared in his almost inhuman dragon eyes.

As far as personal grievances are concerned, he hopes to give it a go.

He has full confidence in contending with the Son of God, and he will definitely not lose quickly like before, and the opponent will even be able to handle it with ease.

But now he can't do that.

He has to consider the integrity of the eastern defense line and the entire Gothic defense line.

"Although it's been more than half a year since we last met, times have changed, Etzel."

Double entendre.

And Etzel himself could understand the deep meaning of it.

Whether it was Studus or Wittig, they couldn't compare with themselves in terms of force.

And the reason why I deliberately lost to Wittig at the beginning was just because there was no need to occupy the eastern defense line.

At that time, he didn't have Soldiers of God's Wrath, and it was very troublesome to attack by force.

But now, in the blink of an eye, they've joined forces, and foolish Elf has been destroyed.

Even now, he was still defeated on the frontal battlefield.

"Your people are almost dead. The remaining fighters, do you want them to die?"

This is a threatening statement that fits Studus' own tone and style.

However, when these words were delivered, Etzel's eyes suddenly turned completely red.

"Did you forget something?"

'bass'

The sound of metal echoed, and he drew out the treasured sword at his waist.

Accompanied by the fiery glow and almost boiling emotions, the atmosphere took a sudden turn for the worse.

"Siegfried was able to rely on his personal force to get away under the rule of the Hengding family without caring, but I can do better than him."

This is definitely not a simple intimidation.

This is a threat, and it is a threat of personal capital.

After all, the impenetrable 'valley' was broken open by this man.

The mountain peak that was almost cut into a plain fell on the side. On the side of this "record" that shows the value of force, even the unruly Studas had to pay attention.

"It's just a battle I can't defeat, I can kill you all."

He said.

As if telling a certain fact, his tone was extremely calm.

"If you don't believe me, you can try."

'boom'

The radiance fell, as if it had penetrated into the city wall below.