You and me under the world tree

Giant Bear City.

When he was just starting out, he had been to this border capital of Gitland, and he even participated in the folk tournament there, and successfully won the first prize.

Only now, it's all gone.

When he set foot on that land again, what he saw was ruins.

There is hardly anything left intact.

Not only are there signs of smashing and looting, but there are even stinking corpses among the collapsed rubble piles.

There were no survivors, no survivors, and not even the Norwegian invaders were willing to settle there.

And it was in such a ruin that Wittig made a brief investigation.

"First of all, the city gate. Although it looks like it was smashed open by something, it is definitely not a battering ram. In addition, I also saw signs of trampling everywhere in the city. It seems to be some kind of monster with great power. It's not like a monster, it's more like a humanoid creature."

"It's human."

When he said that, Sead gave an affirmative answer.

"Humans?"

In this regard, Wittig did not feel any surprise.

"But ordinary people obviously can't do this kind of thing."

"Yes, but that's a berserker."

"Berserker?"

"Yes, Gevarus somehow found the power that Angentyr once possessed, and then...he has an invincible army of berserkers."

"Berserker Legion?"

"Yes, those berserkers... easily broke through our city gates. They seem to be extremely powerful and strong. They look like little giants. They..."

"It should not be long."

Sead might still want to say something, but at this moment, Wittig gave him an accurate reply.

"And their strength should be somewhat different from the conventional 'Furious Fury'."

Having said that, Wittig slowly raised his hand.

He slowly burned the runes in the air, and quickly assembled a classic sequence of runes.

Intensify the spirit and soul, strengthen the body quickly, and thus reach the point of 'power driven by pure anger'.

"Under normal circumstances, we will use this magic to forcefully break through the safety limits of our bodies to achieve the purpose of 'strengthening'. This is the most typical 'rage'."

In principle, Berserk Art is not troublesome, and even as long as you know something about magic, it is not difficult to cast it.

"Angentier basically uses similar things, and this 'violence' itself has a certain limit, that is, it will never drastically change its body shape or its own 'existence'."

Speaking of this, Wittig could not help feeling the seriousness of the matter.

Although it was expected, even he couldn't help but feel a huge pressure after confirming the identities of those behind the opponent.

"Because the essence of 'Frenzy' is just to overdraw the potential of the body, it may look like the muscles are skyrocketing, but it will definitely not exceed the limit of normal people's exercise."

Seiyad then fell into an eerie silence.

And Wittig had to stop.

"Can you understand?"

Then, he shook his head.

"I know very little about magic."

In fact, this is not difficult to understand.

Wittig opened his mouth subconsciously.

Being a half-elf, he really wanted to explain.

But the problem is that Sead has not even reached the level of an apprentice in terms of performance.

He may be worthy of learning, but it is too much trouble to explain.

In this way, Wittig's tired brain worked.

He found that he didn't seem to be very good at talking, so he froze in place for a while.

In the end, it was Sead himself who broke the awkward atmosphere.

"However, I can still understand one thing. Is Gevarus's legion different from Angentyr's?"

"Yes, there are differences. Angentyr's is just the extreme use of the normal 'Rage Technique'. As long as it does not exceed a certain limit, it can be recovered through cultivation."

Having said that, Wittig took a deep breath.

"But those so-called 'little giants' in your eyes should not be purely 'violent', maybe even 'life' has been interfered with!"

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Good night everyone_(:з」∠)_

Chapter 14: Quality of Life

interfere with life.

What does this mean?

When Wittig said that, Sead's expression became confused.

Of course he could feel the worry and anxiety in Wittig's words, and he could even understand the seriousness of this matter.

But what exactly does this mean?

He wanted to ask, but before that, Wittig seemed to have given an answer in this regard.

"I believe you have been exposed to similar things, from a simple human being transformed into something else."

After hearing what Wittig said, a familiar figure appeared in Sead's mind.

It was a man who was slightly arrogant, reckless, but rough and fine.

In Sead's view, although he looks carefree, his heart is more delicate than anyone else.

Of course, but more importantly, he is his younger brother, his only biological brother.

"Studas..."

He whispered the name.

For this brother, Sead's mood is actually quite complicated.

From the intimacy at the beginning, to the envy and jealousy after being sensible, to the guilt when he learned that he left the kingdom and went to Gothic.

He has always had a complicated attitude toward his brother.

Even later, because of an accidental drunkenness that made him talk about these things without any scruples, the complexity in his heart did not change much.

If I have to say it, the jealousy in my heart has disappeared, and what is left is just a touch of helplessness.

After all, Sead felt that he was still inferior to his brother.

Jealousy was gone, and their brotherhood remained strong, but the envy remained.

Sead is envious of his brother's seemingly carefree but well-rounded interpersonal relationship, his control over the overall situation, and even more envious of his vicious vision on the battlefield.

In the end, this envy finally turned into a sigh:

Why is he not the eldest son?

Sead is very clear that the reason why he still occupies the position of Prince Gitland and is still regarded as the heir is because of his status as the eldest son.

If Studus was the eldest son, perhaps those things would not have happened.

Sead felt that Studus could do better than himself, and even, if he was there, these things like now would not happen at all.

At this moment, His Royal Highness' thoughts began to diverge outwards.

And that kind of trance expression appeared on his face, and reflected in Wittig's eyes.

Wittig himself did not know much about the affairs between the two brothers.

However, with his current mind, he could still detect the hidden secrets of Studus' "far away from home" when he thought about it carefully.

But he didn't want to delve into these.

After all, this is a family matter between them, and it would be bad for an outsider like me to intervene at will.

and so……

"Sead, you're distracted."

At this moment, he just gave a slight reminder.

And soon, His Royal Highness also came back to his senses.

"Um, sorry."

After breaking free from those thoughts and memories, Sead said in a low voice.

"In short, you want to talk about the 'curse' on Studus, right?"

"Well, this kind of thing is actually similar to a kind of 'transformation', changing the way of 'life'. The simplest method is magic, and other things like 'vow' can also achieve this effect."

Speaking of this, Wittig couldn't help but mention a few more words.

"Generally speaking, the curses of those poor apprentices are different from the way of casting spells of normal wizards."

"what's the difference?"

"Those fools who call themselves wizards will only copy the runes, confine the transformation of this magic to the shape, and even have to maintain it all the time, and the final result is that although people are successfully transformed into some kind of animal, this kind of transformation is possible. If it is cracked, it will return to its original state as long as the magic is removed."

So-called magic is such a property.

It is to use runes to display phenomena that shouldn't exist, and if they don't exist, they can be 'cancelled'. As long as the magic itself is released, the result it has maintained will completely dissipate.

However, real wizards don't do that.

"The curse cast down by truly excellent wizards is to use magic as a springboard to change the structure of 'life' and transform the 'quality' possessed by 'life' itself into other equivalent existences."

Hearing this, Sead frowned.

He didn't know much about magic, of course he couldn't understand what Wittig said visually and intuitively, but he understood some words.

"The quality of the so-called 'life', what is it..."

"Potential, limit... well let's not talk about that, the most simple and intuitive expression is strength, physique and lifespan. The so-called quality of life is composed of these. Humans want to live long, and so do dragons."

Hearing this, Sead suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Because he really couldn't ignore what Wittig said.

"You said earlier that there are equal existences...that is to say, the 'life' of Studus can be equated with the fire dragon?"

"you can say it this way."

"..."

Then, Seiyad fell silent.

Should I be surprised?

Or are you a little bit unwilling?

At this moment, a strange idea suddenly appeared in his heart.

"He and I are brothers of the same mother."

he opened his mouth to speak.

"Then can I do something similar?"

"Impossible, after all, you are different from him. I heard from him that he once slaughtered a fire dragon alone with the help of his friends, and bathed in dragon blood."