You and me under the world tree

Perhaps, as a half-elf, his ears are indeed a little fragile.

Or, he was just implying that the other party's voice was too loud.

But no matter what, his actions did not prevent Fritilla from speaking his own guesses.

"You are as naive and stupid as ever!"

Now that she knew the other party's identity, Fritilla would no longer be so cautious.

Perhaps subconsciously, he already understood that the man in front of him would not be instigated by interests no matter what.

But even so, deep in his heart he still did not give up.

Perhaps because of the desire to survive?

But maybe it's something else.

In short, he did have a lot to say.

"Do you think that woman will accept you again with this incident?!"

Fritilla scolded loudly.

"No! If you want to go back to Gothic, that woman will never accept you no matter what!"

Under the cloak, the eyes of the half-elf trembled slightly.

And his slow-moving performance gave Fritilla some expectations.

"But mine is different. Join me, and you will have a place in the Gothic Kingdom. Just like before, you can still be the number one Gothic warrior!"

Hearing Fritilla's promise, the half-elf lowered her head.

But before the lord was overjoyed, the half-elf warrior just laughed out loud.

"Hum hum."

This kind of laughter seemed a little cold and sad.

"As you said, Your Highness...you should call Your Majesty now. She will never accept me, because it was my betrayal that led to that fate. It can be said that part of the cause of Dittmar's death was It stems from my immaturity, and now, I am His Majesty's only enemy."

This is a fact.

The half-elf warrior also accepted this fact frankly.

But it was precisely because of this that Fritilla felt annoyed.

"If she sees you, she will definitely kill you."

"I know."

The reticent attitude he showed in this regard is even more irritating.

"But these are not what you should care about. The important thing is that you didn't seize the last chance I gave you."

"The chance you gave..."

After hearing the elf warrior's words, both Fritila and the legion commanders around him suddenly changed their expressions.

"Could it be you!"

For the legion commanders around him, Fritilla asked the questions everyone wanted to know.

"Yes, it's me. I spread the news that you want to launch a rebellion. If you stop here, things like this won't happen now."

However, they didn't do that.

They did not stop their actions, but chose to have another gathering here to reconfirm their purpose.

"For you, if you would rather take risks than give up the power in your hands, then I have no choice."

"Are you mistaken? Now it's that woman who wants to take back the power that should belong to us!"

Fritilla said coldly.

"Don't say it's all our fault!"

Under the cloak, the half-elf warrior closed his eyes.

"Don't talk to me about that, I don't understand."

he opened his mouth to speak.

However, did he not understand, or did he not want to understand?

These are two completely different things, but one thing is certain.

"I don't want to understand you either. All I care about is what you are going to do."

The Goths are now in need of stability, and there are many people who are dissatisfied with the Triumph King.

"Once you Harlongen set off a rebellion, there will definitely be a second and a third."

After all, not all lords are willing to surrender their power, and not all of them are the confidantes of that majesty.

And once a rebellion breaks out, that means it needs to be suppressed.

Repression is needed, and that means war.

"Those people will die because of your rebellion, and once the Goths fall apart, more people will die, whether it is internal chaos or external enemies."

Immediately afterwards, Fritilla felt a strong sense of crisis.

"They just want to live after all, and what's wrong with that!"

But before he could dodge, Jian Guang flashed by.

Fritilla only felt a burst of pain and coldness spread all over her body.

Then came a sense of lightness.

When did the body become so light?

He felt like he was flying.

However, the scenery below made him feel at a loss.

"Why... my body."

He couldn't say anything more.

And directly below, in the meeting room, the lord's head flew up.

The blood sprayed like a water column and scattered all over the ground.

"You will die of murder."

And in the entire conference room, only the voice of the elf warrior lingered.

He came in front of these people in an instant, and Fritila's body also fell at his feet.

"No one will care about the purpose of your rally, and no one will know about the so-called rebellion."

"Stop talking too much!"

Listening to the elf warrior's words, the legion commanders holding long swords couldn't help but speak.

"Don't panic! What he is holding is not the Mimonger Excalibur! We still have a chance!"

And just like that, these people are bound to rebel.

And to resist means to fight.

"I do rely more on the Excalibur, but that doesn't mean that you will be able to defeat me like this!"

The bloody killing has begun.

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In the conference room, sword blades staggered.

The ringing of swords and swords one after another tells the story of the oldest violent struggle of human beings.

When words are useless, then only fists can be used to decide the winner.

But I don't want to hurt my hands, and I want to be clean and neat, so these existences called 'weapons' appear.

Then again, the origin of the human weapons in the atrium world is actually unverifiable.

But because of the existence of belief in gods, "the gods teach humans how to use weapons" has become a mainstream saying.

However, for creatures, especially for humans, they have already learned to use 'weapons' from throwing stones.

However, for modern humans, the so-called origin of the use of weapons is not important anymore.

Because this culture of struggle has long been a part of human history—and is used until now.

Frequent wars and the belief of the gods have kept this land haunted by killings.

Naturally, the martial arts that have been passed down from the ancient times and exist for survival and battle cannot be underestimated.

Theoretically speaking, anyone who can climb to the position of legion commander in one legion, unless he has various congenital physical diseases, otherwise, there must be something commendable in terms of martial arts.

Moreover, what people learn in survival is never to fight alone.

They learn to cooperate when confronted with enemies they cannot fight.

With the gradual development, the roughest scale of cooperation will gradually become more refined, forming a tacit understanding and cooperation.

Whether it is a large-scale war or a small-scale conflict, there is a set of laws of operation.

And when the fighters of Harlongen are determined to fight, it is indeed difficult.

Because just at the sound of the sword, they have formed an encirclement circle.

And everyone's offense and defense are orderly.

Accompanied by a burst of slashing, the entire conference room was already in chaos.

The wooden table in the center had already been destroyed by the chaos of swords, and the half-elf warrior holding an ordinary weapon just stood there.

In the confrontation after another, he seemed to have completely lost the initiative to attack and could only be forced to defend.

However, it has to be said that even there is a gap between fighters.

If at the beginning, some people still believed that the fame of the half-elf warrior was achieved purely by relying on the magic weapon in his hand.

Well, after several confrontations, no one will doubt the gold content of his former 'No. [-] Warrior'.

Even though what he held in his hand was just an ordinary weapon that could no longer be ordinary, his enemies couldn't find any flaws.

However, the army chiefs of Harlongen were not restless.

Because they could see that the chest of the half-elf warrior had great ups and downs.

He was tired, or at least not energetic.

And this shouldn't have happened.

"I've heard that you were in a wheelchair for a while, and it looks like you haven't fully healed until now."

"Hmph, yes."

Facing the ridicule of those people, the former number one warrior was not angry.

Instead, he directly admitted it.

"I'm not as good as I was before."

However, this does not mean that he will back down.

"It's just that you don't think that my weakness will play a decisive role, do you?"

"Speak hard, you are as weak as you, the ending is already doomed! We have prepared an ending for you, you will die as the murderer of the lord!"

"It's interesting, let's try it."