You and me under the world tree

Indistinctly, there seemed to be a cracking sound.

After seeing this scene, the dragon blood warrior frowned.

Things seemed to be at an impasse.

But fortunately, Studus himself is not without a way to break the situation.

"I once had a short communication with Wittig, Etzel, I heard that your strategy seems to be so anxious."

His eyes were half closed, and the corners of his mouth were grinning slightly.

The previous thoughtful and solemn attitude completely disappeared, and the rest seemed to be a kind of mockery that gloated at other people's misfortunes.

"Thinking about it, you should have received some news, otherwise you shouldn't be so anxious."

Then, Studus clenched the Naglin epee in his hand.

He took a step slowly, and vaguely protected Irmin and the others behind him.

At the same time, the divine steed Skaiming also slowly took two steps back.

The Excalibur Mimeng in Wittig's hand exuded a threatening brilliance.

The three-way battle seems to be on the verge of breaking out at this moment.

But at this delicate critical moment, Studus was crazily stepping on the line, as if dancing on a tightrope.

"If you want to fight, either I or Wittig can accompany you, but I don't know if you can bear the consequences."

As for the consequences, both Etzel and Studus knew it well.

"So, it really is you..."

The nomadic king frowned.

These things were finally on the table, so Studus didn't continue to deny anything.

"I believe that with Wolfhart's strategy and command level, he is not far from your city."

he opened his mouth to speak.

"Your capital, Traizen, I know it is a huge city, the only city on the eastern plain, but once its walls are broken... what will happen?"

During the confrontation, only the unscrupulous voice of the dragon blood warrior echoed.

"I'm curious about that, how about you?"

Chapter 80: Ended, Unfinished

Traizen.

If you talk about the nascent Hungarian Empire with no history at all, then this city is absolutely unavoidable.

Because it is the only fixed city on the eastern plain.

With the castle he built specially for his wife Heierjie as the center, it connects several surrounding once-abandoned cities, completely enclosing the vast and fertile land.

One can imagine its scale.

Even, it may be the largest city in the entire Midgard. Even the City of Wrath of the Netherlands, which has completed expansion and created the outer city market, cannot compare with it.

As far as cities are concerned, since the word huge can be used, another word cannot be removed anyway: bloated.

And more importantly, Traizen has only the outermost layer of the city wall as a protection measure.

Will Wolfhart under the Twelve Warriors and his Wolfheart Legion have the means to break through the city wall?

Obviously it was the blank that he personally laid, the prototype of casting.

But now, he has no bottom in his heart.

Wolfhart was at least one of the Twelve Warriors, perhaps not as unparalleled as Studus and Wittig.

However, he must have his own characteristics.

So what would happen if that wall was breached?

Not to mention the Wolfheart Legion, even if they don't exist, for Traizen, the gap is probably not a small trouble.

Because it takes time to fill, and the interior is a vast residential area and farmland.

It is a large area made up of several towns, so there are no designs similar to fortresses and urns.

In other words, there are actually no barriers.

If it hadn't been surrounded by city walls directly by Etzer himself, Traizen was more like a large residential area than a so-called city.

Inside, there are cleared farmlands, small ranches for valiant warriors, or families who have lost their breadwinners.

Adding up all kinds of miscellaneous things, the city itself looks lively, but the problem is that the real defensive force is probably only the outer circle.

Why is this happening?

Not because of lack of time.

According to the rules of the world, the help that Etzel can give is really limited.

He can use magic to temporarily enclose a piece of land, but the gods in the sky cannot openly watch him use magic to perfect his city.

These must be done by the people under his rule.

Originally, he had no opinion on this point.

Because with the nomads on the eastern plains and the people of Hunland moving in, they can build city walls and repair houses by themselves, which can enhance their sense of belonging.

However, the time is still too short.

Several years, coupled with the recent war order, they simply do not have time to perfect this city that was established less than ten years ago.

Because of this, Studus' words in a mocking tone directly hit his weakness.

If the monsters poured into the interior through the city wall, it might cause a lot of casualties.

And more importantly, in the center of that city, there is a woman who must not be frightened.

At least according to Etzel himself.

Because she is purely human and he is not.

In the case of pregnancy, she worked harder than anyone.

Even, this is extremely dangerous.

"call……"

He took a deep breath.

Before he knew it, his mind was already full of images of his queen—the woman named Heierjie.

In this way, her figure merged with the city called Traizen and became some kind of sign and symbol.

And this symbol deep in his heart prompted him to make a certain decision.

"We'll get out of here."

After all, he still has this weakness.

Even he himself had to admit this, whether it was the people living in that city or his wife.

But he couldn't let it be seen.

He can feel proud of his wife, and he can even boast openly that he has an understanding and powerful human wife.

However, he couldn't express the worry in his heart.

Otherwise it becomes a weakness.

"Please leave."

Without any obstruction or negotiation, Studus directly made such a gesture.

So, the battle ended like this.

The two sides didn't have much communication, and Studus, who silently took over the command here, just led his soldiers forward together in an almost accompanying way.

Like a pilgrimage, the Hunlan and Gothic warriors passed through the valley where countless heroic souls were buried before.

The traces of the flames, the fractured cuts of the cliffs.

All of these no longer tell the cruelty of this defensive battle.

But for most people, when they calmed down completely and looked back, they realized that so many people had died.

Whether they are winners or losers, their expressions are extremely ugly.

Because even if the winner wins, he has to swallow a bitter fruit called 'sacrifice'.

Before the statistical results come out, no one knows how many people are left in the tens of thousands of frontier legions.

But even if it was a victory, it was a miserable one.

"Okay, we'll send it here, goodbye."

It was almost like treating an old friend, Studus said.

However, his tone was incompatible with the atmosphere present.

Even the battle-scarred city walls conflicted with this inexplicable tone.

It violates harmony and harshness.

It even challenges the bottom line of human endurance all the time.

But Etzel ultimately ignored them.

"We'll be back, Studus."

"I know, whether you want it or not, you will eventually face us."

"..."

Hearing Studus' indifferent tone, Etzel couldn't help but frowned.

He vaguely seemed to understand something.

"Where did you learn it?"

"Where do you think I learned it?"

"The one from the Netherlands?"

In this regard, Studus did not answer directly.

He didn't even respond positively to it.

But Etzel didn't need any of that either.

"These things are not that simple, Studus, both you and I are just pawns on the chessboard."

"Well, but I'm having a good time."

Facing Etzel's almost warning tone, he seemed deaf to it.

"Probably, this is the difference between me and you."

Somewhat irritating, even at this time, the other fighters couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

No one expected Etzel to rage at this juncture.

However, the King of Hunland only gave him a deep look in the end.

"Maybe, you are indeed much luckier than me."

He departed with the surviving warriors, riding on horses, never looking back.

And Studus just watched his back, and he took a deep breath after seeing him completely disappear.

"At least it's over."

There is self-confidence and fighting spirit in Studus' mind.

But at the same time, he was also quite sober.

In any case, there is absolutely no benefit in continuing to fight.

The first batch of vanguard troops he brought was lost for this, and it was not worth it at all.