You and me under the world tree

At the same time, Prince Daly didn't even notice that the moment he left, the expression of the 'young soldier' ​​he recognized became meaningful.

"Ethics and kindness..."

Wittig sighed.

To be honest, he never thought that he would hear these words from the mouths of today's Norwegian nobles.

And when he was searching for clues in the camp as an ordinary soldier, most of the topics he heard were promotion, victory, and wealth.

But this is actually the norm.

The soldiers who had been struggling on the battlefield had long since lost their respect for life, and it was not uncommon to kill them.

They actually don't care about the so-called massacre at all.

Even if they subconsciously feel uneasy about this in their hearts, they will soon find various reasons to prevaricate.

For them, the real benefits in front of them are the most important. As for sympathy, it is essentially useless.

And the higher the status, the more lucrative that benefit.

However, the prince of Norway seems to be a little different in terms of performance.

And he seemed to be the Norwegian commander before the king came.

For a while, Wittig couldn't help thinking about many things.

But in the end, those messy thoughts were still expelled from his mind.

What remained in the half-elf's mind were the ruins of the giant bear city.

When he reached the border, it was too late.

Not only Giant Bear City, but also several surrounding villages are in dilapidated condition.

That's not a sign of disrepair, but the aftermath of slaughter and looting.

Wittig knew that Sead, who was severely injured at that time, had no time to rescue his own people-this was admitted by Sead himself.

Then, those civilians were either slaughtered or arrested.

Yes, Norway's invasion eventually affected the lives of these people.

The king drove the berserkers to slaughter, and the prince knew this but did not dissuade him.

Maybe there are other inside stories in it, but this kind of thing basically doesn't matter anymore.

Compassion without implementation is indistinguishable from ruthlessness.

The so-called kindness, after all, has to be turned into reality to be valuable.

Daly might be able to feel uneasiness and pain here, but those civilians who were massacred would not even have such a chance.

Thinking of this, the eyes of the half-elf warrior couldn't help showing a trace of coldness.

At this moment, that slightly dangerous thought even appeared in his mind.

The purpose of his coming here is to explore the composition of the Norwegian camp on the one hand, and on the other hand to create chaos and delay the pace of Norway's offensive as much as possible.

So, if Daly is killed directly here, it should be able to reach the level of 'chaos', right?

"Ok?"

Originally, Daly was going to leave directly.

But at this moment, a little uneasiness emerged in his heart for no reason, as if he was being targeted by something.

But when he turned back to investigate instinctively, he couldn't see any other abnormalities.

Behind him are the soldiers patrolling back and forth, keeping the camp safe.

"Illusion...?"

Wittig escaped into the crowd, but he did not target Daly in the end.

Perhaps it was because of the little goodwill expressed by Daly before, or perhaps because he deeply knew that Daly's prince status was not showing enough weight at this moment.

In short, he continued to act according to the original plan.

And his target is only those people, to be precise, those 'existences'.

Berserker……

If they can be dealt with in advance, then the pressure on Rose City's defense can be greatly reduced.

Behead the king if you can!

With this in mind, Wittig walked slowly to an exit of the camp.

This should be the exit, but after careful observation, you will find that the soldiers stationed here are completely different from others.

Wittig knew the styles of the Norwegian royal guards, and the legionnaires from various lords in Norway were also different.

But only the ones stationed here are different.

It seemed that there were only a few people. If he hadn't come here specially, Wittig felt that he might have overlooked the few sporadic and completely different fighters here.

Thinking of this, the half-elf narrowed his eyes.

He didn't look at the two soldiers, but at the so-called 'camp exit'.

Gradually, the small unnatural sense of disobedience became more and more intense.

This sense of disobedience is of course brought about by magic.

Wittig can be sure that this exit... No, it should be said that there must be something hidden in the entrance. Combined with the outfit that seems to be completely independent of the legions and the king's guard, Wittig feels that it is close to the truth. .

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but take a step forward.

Without using any hidden and stealth skills, he just exposed his existence in such a grand manner.

At the same time, those distinctive guards quickly became alert.

"Hey, what are you doing here!"

"It's nothing, I'm just curious...you should be the guards of the temple?"

Wittig laughed.

Although he looked as if he was asking a question, it was obvious that he was not listening to the response.

"In other words, the Norwegian priests who are proficient in magic, and the berserkers are inside?"

"?!"

If it was just vigilance and suspicion at the beginning, then when Wittig said this, it had already established his identity as an enemy!

Because some things are not known to ordinary people!

"Who the hell are you!"

The guards of the temple reacted quickly, and they quickly drew their swords and raised their shields.

The problem is that Wittig is faster.

Almost at the moment when they drew their swords, the silver snake's sharp edge reflected the icy color of the bright moon.

"Looks like I'm not mistaken."

Quietly, the title guard at the door fell down in an instant.

Chapter 31: Berserker, Beast

On the other side, under the 'hard work' of the priests, the transformation of the tenth batch of berserkers has already started.

Those captives who had been forcibly given the enhanced potion fell to the ground like dead bodies at first, but gradually, a powerful voice began to linger in the entire camp.

This is a strong vibration.

However, it is not the ground that sends out this vibration, and it does not come from the sky.

This is not a natural natural disaster. To be precise, it is not a disaster, because this sound is the sound of a heartbeat, the sound of those fallen captives.

And that means a 'retrofit' is underway.

"Well……"

Accompanied by a howl similar to that of a wild animal, those fallen captives got up instinctively.

They vomited black blood like poison, and a foul smell immediately spread.

The smell spread with the wind, and the Norwegian king who stayed in place couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Tsk..."

He subconsciously frowned.

And his expression was also noticed by the priests on one side.

"Your Majesty, if you feel unwell, you can evacuate first."

One of the priests spoke.

His attitude was neither humble nor overbearing, as if he was stating some kind of fact.

Gevarus then shook his head.

"No need."

After glancing at the priest, the old king said in a calm tone.

"They are all the forces I will use to break through Rose City. Since they are under my control, there is no need for me to back down."

It's actually a matter of self-esteem.

Perhaps in terms of strategy, he can be rebellious and shameless.

But when facing these temple priests, he had to maintain a certain demeanor.

At least, he must not let these priests look down on him.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but examine the face of the priest who spoke before, and to his surprise, there was actually no contempt on his expression.

Under Gevarus' gaze, the priest's expression could even be described as weird.

After hesitating for a moment, he slowly said:

"However, Your Majesty, it seems that this is the first time you have seen such a transformation."

"Yes."

Regarding this point, the old king did not deny anything.

Because he was busy arguing with the lords in his kingdom before, he didn't directly participate in these matters.

And when he first came into contact with these berserkers, they were already in a state of 'slumber', and they only needed to be awakened before they could go into battle.

But in his view, this is not a problem.

"It's just a berserker, no matter what, he still maintains his human form."

he opened his mouth to speak.

"..."

After hearing His Majesty's words, the priests who symbolized divine power fell silent.

They didn't answer anything directly, and Gevarus couldn't help but smell a strange taste.

Is there something wrong here?

Just when he was about to ask, a more intense voice came from his ear.

'kakaka'

It was like the sound of flesh and bone squeezing.

Even if he didn't look directly at it, Gevarus subconsciously felt his teeth hurt when he heard the voice, and when he subconsciously looked at it, his still functioning mind stopped.

"What's this."

After a long time, Gevarus asked.

Although he tried his best to calm down his voice, the tremor could not be erased no matter what.

Even, when there was no sound, his body involuntarily took a step back.