You and me under the world tree

Maybe it's because you want to do something to punish that incompetent self, or maybe it's because you want to force yourself to make a certain choice.

In short, he still made this 'despicable' decision.

After all, Wittig still felt that he could not bear the heavy responsibility.

However, what happened next made his eyes widen.

'boom'

Accompanied by a slightly heavy muffled sound, the huge body of the berserker collided with the ground again.

But this is not a demonstration.

Under Wittig's gaze, the berserker just knelt on the ground.

The muscles all over his body were red, and the blood under the flesh was flowing rapidly.

It was forcing him to do something brutal.

However, he still didn't do anything, just knelt there.

"Well……"

The berserker's breathing was gradually becoming heavy, and that breath was also gradually weakening in Wittig's perception.

And all of these prove that the vitality of this berserker has reached the point where it is like a candle in the wind.

"What are you doing?!"

Wittig spoke subconsciously.

However, the only thing lingering in his ears was the low moan like a beast that seemed to be uttered with all his strength.

"Thanks……"

Without waiting for any response from the silver-armored warrior, the berserker suddenly roared and exploded, then jumped out towards the outside.

"Aww!!! Norway!!!"

The wild beast roared, and the anger and hatred were almost overflowing.

And his strong body, like a huge stone thrown by a trebuchet, directly crossed into the Norwegian camp.

'boom'

"and many more!"

For a moment, Wittig really wanted to rush forward to stop the opponent.

But his pace finally stayed in place.

After all, Norway's heinous transformation technology itself is to exchange vitality for combat effectiveness.

Of course, in fact, this situation is not impossible to 'extend'.

Just shake the bell again to make this running body 'quiet' again.

But so what?

It just made him suffer even more.

When he can't think of a way to save the other party, maybe all he can do is let him vent his anger.

Thinking of this, Wittig couldn't help but lower his head.

"It's really incompetent, me."

Nothing could be done.

He came to Gitland with a heart of salvation, but what he does now is still killing after all.

But soon, the disappointment in his eyes dissipated, and what remained was a touch of determination.

In fact, his task is not over yet.

Thinking of this, he looked around.

"There is obviously more than one fighter of this kind."

Surely they still have a place to 'storage' these fighters!

Chapter 37: What did you do!

That night, chaos broke out in the Norwegian camp.

For those ordinary fighters and soldiers, this is a pure nightmare.

The berserkers who didn't know where came directly smashed into the camp, and started killing and destroying wantonly.

At first, the various legions were preparing for the relocation of the stronghold, but the appearance of the berserker destroyed everything.

The pure killing and tyranny caused the purest panic.

"There is no way to beat it!"

Perhaps at the beginning, the soldiers of each legion could still quickly organize defense and counterattack.

They tried to block the heavy punches of the berserker with the shields in their hands, and they also hoped to effectively kill the warrior with the sharp swords in their hands and the spears in their hands.

This way of thinking is of course correct when viewed from a conventional combat perspective.

Whether in the eyes of the legion commander or ordinary soldiers, the best way to solve the chaos is of course to get rid of the source of the chaos.

However, this time they encountered a hard stubble.

'boom'

'boom'

'clang'

Accompanied by a series of ringing sounds, the result of the first round of counterattack by the Norwegian fighters was presented.

However, this is not a positive result.

The first is the defensive fighters.

Those fighters who raised their shields couldn't even intercept them, so they were shot flying with their shields.

Their heavily armored and heavily armed bodies were like a piece of flying rag, and their bodies directly hit various places.

Maybe it smashed through the tent, maybe it smashed a small hole in the ground.

Or maybe bumping into one of those bonfires used to light the night.

What is even more disturbing is the trace of the shield.

In their eyes, the huge steel shield, which seemed extremely strong, was directly dented, and the cracks on the top were also shocking.

What is even more worrying is that even the soldiers who took on the defensive duties paid such a huge price.

The soldiers who took the opportunity to sneak attack failed to launch any effective attacks.

It's not that they didn't dare to go forward, or that the attack failed.

The berserker's size is extremely large, as long as his eyes are not blind, he can hit no matter how he uses his attack.

However, they couldn't break the defense.

The extremely sharp blades and spears that he thought were polished attacked the arms, thighs, hearts and even heads of the berserkers.

But when the blade landed on the so-called 'skin', it made a sharp sound like cutting on a stone.

And some soldier fronts that specialize in 'sharpness' and have been polished too much were even directly broken by this kind of 'impact'.

"How could this be?"

At a very close distance, they vaguely realized the problem.

The skin of the violent berserker was obviously a hardened stone, and as his emotions became more intense and his desire to kill flourished, the white-gray color of the stone became more and more conspicuous.

I don't know when it started, that berserker behaved like a moving hill under the moonlight.

They had no way to block the attack of the giant stone beast head-on, and their own attacks could not destroy its defense at all.

As a result, the morale of the Norwegian soldiers declined.

"There's simply no way to win."

The tragedies of colleagues around stimulated their spirits, and the desire to survive prompted them to leave here.

From this, the confusion spreads further.

'boom'

At the same time, in the midst of this chaos, the bonfire that was originally used for lighting also fell to the ground.

No one knows, or rather, no one pays attention to how it fell.

Maybe it was knocked down by the fighters who were knocked into the air by Tang Su, or maybe it was knocked down by the fighters in a hurry to escape.

No one has carefully observed the specific reasons.

In short, these arch fires are down.

The flames spilled out, climbed up the tent, and completely ignited it.

The riots created by the Berserkers thus unleashed the Plague of Fire, which made the frenzy even worse.

Unable to control!

Among the crowd, Norway's heir, the eldest prince Daly, tried his best to maintain the basic order.

"Don't panic! Form a formation! There is no efficiency in escaping indiscriminately!"

After all, His Royal Highness is an insider.

Although he also didn't know how these 'crazy behemoths' broke free and rushed out, but he did know their flaws.

The first is stamina and longevity.

As mods, they have a fairly short active lifespan when fully active.

Although each individual is different, the longest is no more than one hour, and the shortest is only more than ten minutes.

In theory, even if there is no way to break through its defense, as long as it retreats slowly, it can survive by using various traps in the camp.

But now, the problem is that they've 'lost'.

The defeat at the level of morale will only become more chaotic. Daly has no way to organize any effective resistance, let alone implement the "optimal solution" in his mind.

The chaos still continued, and Daly tried his best to stabilize only the part of the soldiers including the directly-administered soldiers.

He could only watch the chaos unfold, as if there was nothing to stop it.

Do not!

There should be things I can do myself!

Thinking of this, Daly gritted his teeth.

His eyes were suddenly set on a part of the camp that hadn't been touched by the chaos.

More importantly, what is visiting there is a strategic weapon for siege.

"Bring over the catapult!"

he shouted.

It was his last effort to deal with the berserker with a catapult.

And he believes this approach can.

With the impact of the siege catapult, it is definitely not difficult to directly defeat the berserker!

But at this moment, a sigh suddenly came from his ear.

"It's really a good way."

But when he heard this sigh, Daly felt a strong crisis.

Looking along the sound, what he saw was a pure white warrior who seemed to be shining brightly under the moonlight.

He is different from all Norwegian Legionnaires!

And more importantly, he has seen this armor, and he understands who is wearing this armor!