You and me under the world tree

"We can only prepare such a pot of potion in one day, Your Majesty."

Chapter 26: Due Value

Berserker.

Such an existence has been circulating in Midgard for a long time, and in ancient times, it even became the benchmark of a kingdom's heritage.

Harald, the former king of war teeth, owned a "Berserker Legion" known as invincible.

Generally speaking, the composition and selection of the Berserker Legion is quite cumbersome.

As a legion that is used as a sharp knife and trump card on the battlefield, the fighters formed must have rich combat experience and a strong physique.

Therefore, the selection work is particularly important, and it is even the most tedious step.

It may be to hold a national martial arts competition in the name of the royal family, or it may be to assess the army and carefully select it.

In short, after several layers of selection, it may be possible to select dozens or hundreds of fighters from tens of thousands of people as trump cards.

However, the so-called 'Berserkers' produced in Norway did not require any cumbersome selection process, because Gevarus never thought of saving these Berserkers.

The reason why the berserkers in the general perception need to be carefully selected is because each of them is the heart and soul of the kingdom's army.

For them, the so-called berserk is even just a means of greatly increasing vigor for a while, and this also has certain usage restrictions.

This kind of use cost is there, and what they rely on is only the most primitive "Rage" magic, so they will only choose to completely break through that boundary at a critical moment, and they will become useless in the future, or Simply go to fight at the risk of being drained of potential and physical strength and dying on the battlefield.

Unlike this traditional elite fighter, Norway's so-called berserkers are actually catalyzed by drugs.

The first is to pour a strengthening potion capable of stamina, strength, and nutritional value that is ridiculously high, and then use transformation spells to force the drinker to absorb its nutrition and undergo a certain transformation.

It was a wild release.

And such they will generally lose their minds, completely occupied by the wildness of killing.

Although it can obey simple instructions to a certain extent, more of it just vents the purest violence - just like a domesticated animal.

These berserkers will continue to fight until their energy is exhausted, and for such berserkers, exhaustion of energy means death.

Because under the influence of magic, their "life state" has undergone irreversible changes, completely overdrawing their due "potential", and even their due lifespan has become a pure violent force.

They can't do anything except fight.

In this case, the general process of selecting a berserker can be omitted.

Anyone can act as a so-called berserker who is completely consumable.

And what stood in front of Gevarus was the most critical method of making 'enhanced potion'.

Although the specific formula has been obtained from the great gods, due to technical reasons, they were busy for more than 20 hours to cook such a pot.

This is the result of sufficient supply of raw materials.

The priests of the temple had obviously tried their best, and Gevarus certainly understood this.

However, this does not prevent him from 'beating' these priests who feel that they are deeply favored.

"Forget it, it's barely enough to use."

Without pursuing too much, Gevarus turned his attention to those captives who were bound.

He didn't count carefully, but after a rough estimate, there seemed to be a dozen or so, almost twenty people over there.

If they all survived, there would be a total of ten batches.Then there are about two hundred berserkers available.

And although this amount cannot satisfy Gevarus completely, but now the request of the gods must be the first goal after all.

and so……

"Take this as the last batch."

Thinking about his plan, Gevarus said.

"So, shall we leave tomorrow too?"

"No, we will stay here for another two days, you must make two more pots of potions."

Having said that, Gevarus narrowed his eyes.

"I'm going to distribute it to the warriors of Norway..."

Does it make any sense?

The priest actually wanted to ask that.

Most of the warriors may not know what the potion is for, but the priests who made it know it all.

"Just in case, this is the only way to bring victory to Norway and the gods."

Well, since we have talked about this, the priests certainly have no reason to refuse.

Now Gevarus carries the will of the gods, and for believers who are followers and servants, as long as they follow suit.

"understood."

Finally, the priest who met the king saluted again.

"We understand Your Majesty, we will serve the strengthening potion on the third day."

"Okay, go and do your work."

He waved his hand.

Then the priests went about their own work.

The priest who had met the king before had returned to his cauldron.

"Someone help!"

he shouted.

Theoretically speaking, the priests in the main city of the kingdom like Bergen, where a large number of gods are enshrined, do not have any clear division of superiority and inferiority.

Although the temple needs an external speaker, the interior is actually quite loose.

And soon, several priests also hurried to the side of the medicine pot, including men and women.

These clerics didn't say hello, just picked up the potion that had been put into the bowl on the table, and then quickly walked to the side of the captured captives.

"Drink it."

they spoke.

However, none of the captured captives spoke up to do so.

The fighters of Gitland are of course well-trained, and even if they are captured, they still have a firm will.

As for those ordinary people, although they have not received any professional training, their behavior is exactly the same as those of real soldiers.

"Norway... bah!"

After looking up and seeing the priest in robes, a grumpy guy spit on him.

After being sprayed in the face by surprise, the priest obviously wanted to get angry.

But he soon heard the man say again:

"Kill me if you have the guts! Anyway, I have nothing! Everything has been destroyed by you!"

Yes, the specific reason is because of that unforgettable hatred.

As ordinary people, what they pursued was a peaceful life, but all this was broken by the Norwegian invasion.

Most of the civilians didn't even have a chance to escape, so they were slaughtered, and the survivors were also caught here.

However, such accusations and reprimands could not arouse the sympathy of these god priests.

To them, the misery caused by that kind of massacre seems to be less important than the "ignorance of good and bad" of the pariah in front of them.

"You won't die, at least before you die, you must display your due value."

Then, a strong pressure hit!

Chapter 27: Transformers, Infiltrators

This is not some kind of description or metaphor, but a description of the facts.

The people of Gitland, who wanted to further insult the Norwegian priest, found that they could not speak at all, as if their throats and tongues were imprisoned.

At the same time, he also felt that his body was extremely heavy and difficult to move, as if his body was about to be completely crushed to the ground by some kind of pressure.

'click'

He could even hear his own bones whimpering violently.

The body is so heavy, so heavy that it seems like it can't bear it at all.

Maybe it would be a little better if he just fell down like this?

However, such an idea did not last long before being defeated by himself.

He cannot fall.

For nothing else, not even for that dignity, for those who died.

However, his own willpower still couldn't compare to that pure oppression.

'boom'

The body fell to the ground, and the bound man couldn't even support his body with his hands, and his whole body was tightly attached to the ground.

At this moment, all he could do was raise his head and stare at the priest in robes.

"what have you done?"

The man let out a dry voice.

But for him now, just saying such a thing is already considered to be trying his best.

However, such a question will never get any positive response.

"Humph."

Under the gaze of that man, the believers of the Norwegian gods just snorted coldly.

"Didn't I say that you must display your due value before you die, and dedicate your life to this holy battle."

What the hell are you talking about?

What does this mean?

The man didn't know, but at this moment, some kind of strong uneasiness surged in his heart.

It was a kind of fear from the heart, and it could even be said that something deep in this body and soul was warning him.

It's about to get dangerous!

Driven by this instinctive warning, he wanted to struggle.

Whether it was turning over or getting up and running away, or even launching a surprise attack on the priest in front of him, it didn't matter, he felt that he had to make changes and fight back.

However, his struggle was in vain.

He just felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier, and eventually it became extremely difficult to even raise his head.

The bound man could only fall to the ground in embarrassment, twisting his body in vain.

"Look at you now, as unbearable as a maggot, why can't you make yourself decent?"

Accompanied by such exclamation-like words, the priest suddenly bent down and directly reached out his hand to grab the man's head.

There was a sharp contrast between this rough action and his soft lament.

It may be because the priest still has resentment towards the prisoner after all, and the behavior of spitting irritated him after all.

But it may be because these priests who work in the temple and serve the gods have never looked down on those 'untouchables'. They think that they are on the same level as the king and the nobles, and they are even much nobler than those reckless people.

But either way, the priests were indeed wreaking havoc on their captives.

He grabbed the bound man's hair in the most brutal gesture, while imprisoning his body with magic, he forcibly opened his mouth and poured the thick, disturbing potion directly go down.

And this kind of behavior is by no means outlier, because other people who feed the medicine do the same.

Their actions were definitely not gentle, causing those defeated prisoners and captured civilians to cough desperately.