You and me under the world tree

"Cough cough cough..."

Some people even scratched their throats desperately, trying to spit out all the things they had drunk before.

However, it's too late.

They first felt the body heat up, and then there was a burst of intense pain.

At the same time, something seemed to gush out of his throat.

'vomit'

With the sound of vomiting, some kind of liquid flowed on the ground.

But when they lowered their heads subconsciously, they found that the liquid they vomited exudes a dark and filthy meaning.

"What the hell is this..."

At the time of this question, an unpleasant smell poured into the nostrils, and what was mixed in it was human beings... No, to be precise, it should be a smell that all living beings should know.

Because something has been burned into the instinct!

"It's... blood."

However, the blood is black. Why is this?

Although his consciousness gradually became blurred, such doubts still emerged from the bottom of his heart.

However, this doubt obviously has not been answered.

In the end, all he saw were the cold expressions of the Norwegian priests.

"Okay, don't waste time, let's get started."

Accompanied by the sound of orders coming from nowhere, the man lying on the ground powerlessly saw the priests standing in a circle.

They did not seem to be many in number, but they did surround those captives.

Then, they raised their hands together, as if they were praying, but also as if they were embracing something.

"Great God, Great Lord of War, Lord of Meteors, please allow us to use your gifts, use your teachings, and we will bring about a glorious victory."

Accompanied by the tone of a prayer and chant, the radiance began to radiate.

This was the last brilliance the captured man could see. He could clearly see the gleaming rune marks on the ground.

"Pretentious..."

Clenching his teeth, he uttered what might be the last mockery in his life.

Then, he felt a sinking emptiness.

He was falling, but something was rising and seemed to be displacing him.

In the end, it completely fell into the abyss and was completely swallowed up.

…………

It is still the Norwegian army camp, and there are a large number of soldiers running back and forth here.

However, this was not because of any accident, but because of an order from His Majesty the King before.

Under the order of Prince Daly, the army is preparing to move forward, and the prince will lead most of the main force to move forward.

For this, they need to do a series of preparatory work.

Tonight is their last night here, and tomorrow they will move forward at full speed, trying to join the vanguard army stationed on the front line within three days.

Therefore, the entire camp showed a busy state.

However, neither these busy soldiers nor the prince in charge of the army noticed that a figure was shuttled swiftly, as if he was looking for something.

At the same time, he also kept everything in the army camp under his eyes.

"Very good...it doesn't look like those messy guys."

Although he was wearing Norwegian standard armor, under the helmet was a delicate skin that human men rarely possess.

And through the gap in the helmet, you can see his non-human ears.

That's the hallmark of an elf, and a 'half-elf' to be precise.

His name is Wittig.

Chapter 28: Wittig's Stealth Exploration

Truth be told, Wittig didn't want to venture far into the Norwegian camp if he could.

After confirming that Gevarus now has the support of the gods, he is sure that there should be means against supernatural powers such as magic in this camp.

Not to mention whether it can be countered, but the most basic detection should be no problem.

In this case, the protection and concealment magic that can protect him the most under normal circumstances will have the opposite effect.

Under some detection magic, in the eyes of some wizards, the unnatural traces of that magic are more conspicuous than the stars in the dark night.

In this case, the only means that can be used is conventional 'stealth'.

Don't consider completely covering up your figure, as long as you don't have any sense of disobedience, that's the most basic camouflage.

Explore here by disguising yourself as a soldier in the camp.

And this approach is quite dangerous.

After all, this war could not be described as 'conventional', and he also believed that once the Valkyrie or gods that might exist here discovered him, there would be no room for conversation.

Fighting must be the only option.

And if it was before, Wittig would never hesitate.

He believed that with his own strength and a good partner like Skemin, it would not be difficult to break out of the encirclement.

But now it is different after all.

On the one hand, it is because he has fallen from the peak, and now he does not have sufficient physical fitness to support long-term conflicts.

On the other hand, it was because he already had a general understanding of the gods.

While he never fought an actual god, he had a head-on one-on-one duel with Etzel.

Although the duel with too many factors ended in his victory on the surface, but as the person involved, he is very clear about the truth.

In a real life-and-death fight, he has no chance of winning.

And he won in the end because Etzel wanted him to win.

The so-called victory was conceded by the Punishment King.

Wittig doesn't know how far Etzel is from the real god, but it is undoubtedly an excellent reference.

As for the results, it's obvious.

It's not that he's pessimistic, it's just that in fact, he can't even defeat Etzel, which means that he has no way to deal with other gods.

Once hit, it may be difficult to escape.

But now, no matter what he thinks, he has come here.

Not because of anything else, because Sead's plan also required him to do so.

So I found an opportunity to catch a lone soldier outside, quickly took off his armor after killing him, and sneaked into the camp disguised as that soldier.

But now it seems that the situation is better than he expected.

At least those guys in the sky are not shameless enough to hang around here all the time, protecting the king they 'value'.

Then in this way, certain things have a lot of room for manipulation.

Thinking of this, Wittig took a deep breath.

As an ordinary patrolling soldier, he took a rough look around the barracks before, so he could figure out the overall structure of the barracks and the quality of those soldiers.

From this point of view, the morale of the Norwegian army is high.

After simple observation, Wittig found that these fighters seemed to have full confidence in the war.

It's just that they didn't believe in themselves, but felt that Gitland could not compete with the berserkers possessed by their king.

This is an inflated self-confidence based on the facts of the war. If the fight continues like this, the Norwegian army will still have strong combat effectiveness.

However, such an army also has lingering weaknesses.

First of all, it is still the morale problem mentioned before. Once this kind of inflated self-confidence derived from victory encounters a strong counterattack, it will quickly decline.

At the same time, perhaps because of the rapid defeat of Gitland's defense line, the Norwegian soldiers' vigilance was not very high.

Moreover, the 'class' is too obvious.

Norway is an extremely traditional kingdom, with a king and, of course, a lord.

The lord is the legion formed by himself, and the same is true for the king.

But this time, Norway can be regarded as the power of the whole country to launch a war, and these legions that should have been strangers to each other just got mixed together.

Perhaps in order to ensure the right to speak, but also to avoid suspicion, the lord will never let his leaders go out with the army, and will give full command of the army to His Majesty the King.

But because of this, the king and prince, who are the supreme commanders, have no time to recognize the faces of the soldiers under them one by one.

Let alone the king, even the generals of the legions are the same.

Almost all the high-level people are the direct descendants of the king, and they themselves couldn't recognize the faces of the soldiers below.

Therefore, even if Wittig hadn't disguised anything and was exploring around in a suit of armor, he didn't find any problems.

"It's really... If it's Gothic or Dutch, it won't be so easy at all."

The warrior of half-elf blood sighed.

This is not intentional bragging, but Wittig's true thoughts deep in his heart.

He himself had served in Gothic. Although he only served under the triumphant king, he knew that she had a tight grip on military power.

Because she is confident in her own prestige, there are very few personnel changes in the legion, and they will only be reorganized under some special circumstances.

And the martial arts competition held every year allows her to select some folk talents.

As for the Lord of Armies in the Netherlands, although Wittig did not know or contact him directly, it is rumored that he knows everyone in the legion above the army level.

But in any case, both are much better than Norway today.

No, in other words, using those two benchmarks to demand such a traditional kingdom seems a bit excessive.

Perhaps because he realized that there was no threat around him, Wittig couldn't help but feel a lot more relaxed, and his thoughts spread out, thinking about many things that he didn't have.

But in the end, his eyes moved to the ruins in the distance.

It was the wreckage of the giant bear city.

The once huge Giant Bear City looked so small from here.

at the same time……

"Hey you!"

This unceremonious shout suddenly made Wittig tense up.

He looked in the direction where the voice came from, but what he saw was a man in armor.

The style of his armor is obviously different from that of the warriors. Of course, there is no need to say more about the defensive power, but what is more important is the gorgeousness and nobility that almost radiates outward.

And Wittig recognized this person, he had seen him from a distance when he sneaked into the camp to explore before.

Prince Daly...

Could it be that he was discovered?

Such thoughts flashed through Wittig's mind, and were quickly dismissed by himself.

impossible.

If he himself was really discovered, then it would definitely not be the prince who appeared in front of him, but something else.

Thinking of this, he narrowed his eyes, and then slowly walked up to him.

"Ah... Your Royal Highness."

"I've been watching you standing there before, what's on your mind?"