You and me under the world tree

He was wearing the armor of the temple guards, and he looked no different from the others.

After all, it is normal for the temple guards to guard them here.

However, the uneasiness in the hearts of the priests could not be dissipated no matter what.

He is completely different from the normal guards!

Although there is no evidence, they can conclude this.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Then, they saw the guard turn his head.

At that time, they felt a strong sense of unease.

That is a kind of momentum!

At that moment, Gevarus even felt that he was hallucinating.

It was as if a wave of blood came directly to him, engulfing him completely.

It was like a sharp sword out of its sheath, the silvery-white blade reflected a touch of pure white under the cold moonlight, cold and sharp.

and many more!

Suddenly, Gevarus' thoughts returned to reality.

He directly tore up the oppressive illusion constructed by his mind, and stared at the so-called temple guard in front of him.

It wasn't some kind of hallucination before, nor was it pure temperament. His armor was indeed gradually turning white.

That seems to be the pure silver that is difficult to reach in this world.

It was a silver snake!

"Who am I? Of course I am the one who came to kill you."

In an instant, the only thing that caught the eyes of the old king was the sharp blade shining with strange brilliance.

"It's you!!"

Chapter 34: It's hopeless...

There used to be such a warrior on the northern peninsula.

It is said that he is wearing a magnificent silver-white armor and holding a pure white shield. The pattern of snakes represents his youthful vigor and aggressive nature.

He has left countless stories in the northern peninsula, of course, even Norway is no exception.

At that time, many people were speculating about his origin, and he did not hide anything about it.

On the contrary, he is proud of it.

He said he was the son of the blacksmith Wieland!

This incident also caused a strong sensation in the entire northern peninsula, and even the entire atrium world.

It is not a secret that the blacksmith Wieland has returned to the Valley of the Wolf.

And when Gitland was in decline, many people wanted to find this legendary blacksmith who single-handedly gave Giteland the power to conquer all directions.

Unfortunately, this is difficult for most kingdoms for two important reasons:

First of all, Wolf Valley itself is located in Gitland.

Although Gitland was in dire straits at that time, Gitland's army still maintained its fighting power.

Although Otwal's attitude to the outside world is soft, he also has an untouchable bottom line.

Under such circumstances, it is certainly impossible for other kingdoms to enter Gitland's territory with great fanfare.

What's more, they still can't guarantee whether they can find the hidden place of the legendary blacksmith.

And this is related to the second point.

First of all, Wolf Valley itself is not small, and secondly, the blacksmith's own residence is shrouded in magic.

Not to mention searching on the ground, even if you look down from a high altitude, you can't find his specific residence.

The legendary blacksmith has completely returned to his "Xanadu" since he escaped from the Geat royal family in Gitland.

Over the past few decades, the people's enthusiasm for finding Wieland seems to have faded a lot, but those high-level kingdoms, kings and lords other than Gitland and Goth have not given up on this search.

After all, that was Wieland, who forged the inexhaustible sword Mimonger and the undefeated magic sword Aulius!

Therefore, from the moment the son of the elf blacksmith appeared, he became the recruitment target of various kings and lords.

But it is a pity that at that time, he seemed to have no interest in the promised wealth and status. He was just traveling around, taking risks, and doing things he thought could demonstrate justice.

In a way, this situation is actually very interesting.

Because the son of the blacksmith at that time, the Silver Snake Warrior, was running around on his own, and those lords and nobles who wanted to communicate with him and recruit him just sent people to run behind.

Although he has clearly expressed his intention to refuse, there are still countless people looking for him.

And later, when the kings knew his specific news again, the half-elf warrior had already got his first 'defeat'.

He went to Be'an, the city bestowed by God, to challenge the victorious prince who had made a great reputation on the battlefield.

And after the defeat, he became the number one warrior under that 'prince'.

But even so, those kings and lords who had their own minds still did not give up.

Including Gevarus, they are still inquiring about the son of elves.

Both the worth of the Elven smith, and the prowess shown by his children, was what their kingdom, their own dominion, needed.

Also because of this reason, Gevarus thinks he has a clear grasp of the news about the son of the elf.

He knew that he had served Dietrich, that he had betrayed his lord, and that he later guarded the Gothic eastern defense line and fought against the King of Punishment in Hungary.

These are all things he knows, and according to the news from some kingdom spies, the son of the elf even grandiosely clashed with Elmrich, the self-proclaimed regent, in the court of Ravenna.

And when Dietrich conquered his uncle Elmrich, he even publicly stood up as a frontier soldier and criticized the various nobles who had betrayed them.

Gevarroth was impressed.

Because at that time, he knew one thing, and that was completely contrary to what he saw now.

He should be disabled!

He is already in a wheelchair!

He should have exhausted all his energy during the battle with Etzel!

So why are you still here now?

No, what should be said is, why is he here?

"You should have retired..."

Gevarus said subconsciously.

But the moment he spoke, his throat made a hoarse sound like a broken plastic bag leaking air.

And this couldn't help but make Gevarus startled.

what happened?

He stroked his neck subconsciously, and then felt a warm and sticky touch.

what?

His eyes moved down instinctively, and the scarlet color came into view.

It seems to be blood?

Why do you bleed yourself?

Just when this question appeared in his mind, he suddenly remembered something.

That pure white blade is as cold as moonlight.

Speaking of it, it seems that he was indeed cut with a sword?

No, he seemed to just stand there and swing his sword?

"Gu..."

After realizing something, his sluggish nerves felt the intense pain that almost spread all over his body.

Not just the throat, but the body too!

Gevarus could clearly see the scratches on the supposedly hard armor on his body.

It was cut open like a piece of tofu, the cut surface was extremely smooth, and the sword wound reached from the chest to the neck.

Can't make any sound anymore.

Although the old king subconsciously covered his neck, it looked like he was about to stop the bleeding.

But these actions were in vain, and blood still gushed out from the wound.

The massive blood loss deprived Gevarus of his vision. He only felt that his eyes were pitch black, and his body fell down like this, without any consciousness anymore.

already dead……

Wittig can confirm this.

With such a simple sword strike, he killed all the guards, priests, and the old Norwegian king.

This is his plan to stop the Norwegian army, and at the same time it is a temptation for those guys in the sky.

But now it seems that he still has some time.

Thinking of this, Wittig exhaled lightly.

He turned his head, stared at those berserkers with sluggish expressions, and then glanced at the 'heterogeneous' who seemed to still retain some self-awareness.

He also didn't care about the bell that fell on the ground, but just walked up to those berserkers and launched detection spells.

And the result of the magic feedback made him pale.

"It's... already hopeless?"

Chapter 35: It's late...

There is no means of salvation.

This was the reaction he gave when he probed the souls of these so-called berserkers.

Of course they can perceive the imprisonment engraved on the body, aimed at the so-called consciousness, spirit, and soul level, but there is no wisdom and self at all in the depths of this imprisonment.

It was pure savagery, and it was pure tyranny.

Moreover, this tyranny is different from the 'wildness' in conventional cognition.

The so-called jungle wildness is the innate survival rule of animals.

Killing and hunting may be cruel, but in the eyes of predators it is a necessary means of survival.

But with a slightly broader vision, this kind of cognition can also be applied to human society.

Human beings' various behaviors are actually for their own better life—whether it is on the material or spiritual level, the pursuit is essentially a sense of satisfaction.

However, these berserkers are different.

All they have left is the idea of ​​'destroying'.

Not to satisfy anything, nor is it a necessary condition for survival.

Because they can't even eat.

Maybe they seem to be able to eat something on the surface, but after probing, Wittig found that they don't have the corresponding digestive function at all.

The so-called 'destruction' and 'killing' is the meaning of their existence.

At the same time, there is no possibility of any communication, because there is no wisdom at all.

Wittig can fully conclude that the intelligence of these berserkers cannot even be compared with wild beasts.

Beasts... even Warcraft can still be domesticated, but they have lost this possibility.

The conjectures he said to Sead before are correct, these berserkers are not only pure 'rage', but also a kind of transformation.