You and me under the world tree

I don't know whether it was because Helvey didn't react for a while, or Wittig shot too quickly.

The slash just hit the Valkyrie's head.

And after receiving such a blow at close range, there was a sound from Helvey's head.

'Ding'

With the sound of metal shattering, her crown fell to the ground, and her beautiful long hair hung down.

"What do you want to do?"

This may be incomprehensible, but now, Helvey is indeed a little surprised and surprised.

Of course she knows that the relationship between the two parties has not been very good, and it has been proved by Gothic's eastern defense a few years ago.

However, she never thought that she would be attacked, and she was still attacked by the magic sword Mimonger.

This is the sword he forged, his supreme work.

And now, his child was attacking her with the sword.

After realizing something, Helvey couldn't help but look up again, and she stared at the soldier who was still extremely young in her eyes.

His immature face, which has been through vicissitudes, reveals strong dissatisfaction, but also has lingering helplessness.

That look seemed to indicate something.

"You bastard!"

At this moment of silence, Alvette suddenly yelled.

She seemed unable to bear such an attitude at all, and directly raised the spear in her hand.

"Do you think there is no limit to our tolerance? Don't push your nose to your face!"

"stop!"

Seeing that her friend was about to throw the fully charged spear in the next moment, Helvey hurriedly stopped her.

"You are still like this?"

Facing her friend's questioning, Helvey just slowly raised her hand.

She spread her palms and magically stored the shattered tiara.

"You always knew about this kind of thing?"

she asked.

'clang'

Accompanied by the Valkyrie's question, the heavy sword in Wittig's hand fell to the ground.

At this moment, he didn't seem to have the strength to lift him up with one hand at all, only holding the hilt of his sword.

"Yeah, I know."

At the same time, his voice was visibly lowered.

"After all, I have already experienced that kind of shamelessness when I was in command of the Border Army a few years ago."

Every time I think of this, what emerges in Wittig's heart is a surge of anger.

He really did his best.

Having acquiesced in the existence of the battlefield rules formulated by the gods, he desperately defended the line of defense. For this reason, he even used the valley traps used by the Amerilongen clan to lure and slaughter monsters.

However, the King of Punishment of Hunlan slapped him hard with the cold reality.

They are free to violate their own rules as long as it is for the 'victory' the gods prefer.

They can allow their offspring to cast magic on the battlefield at will, instead of relying on those enchanted weapons.

Of course, it's the same now.

Who made Norway the chosen war pusher of the gods?

"Gevarrus and Daly aren't going to die, are they?"

After taking a long breath, Wittig said.

"Even if I kill all the people here on a whim, the Norwegian army will probably continue to move forward. No matter what you do, you will keep the Norwegian army with enough numbers to attack."

Chapter 42: I seem to be doing something wrong...

At this point, the fig leaf was finally completely torn off by the former Excalibur Warrior.

Wittig bit his lip tightly, a smear of blood trickling down the corner of his mouth.

It's just that this fragility is completely wrapped under the aggressive silver snake helmet, and he will never let anyone see his weakness.

In the end, all that was left was the desolate, sad voice.

"At the end of the day, Gitland had no chance of winning from the start."

Wittig looked up slowly.

At this moment, the heavy rain created by magic just stopped, the flames have been completely extinguished, and only the cold breath is left.

Above the sky, Mani's moon chariot was still speeding, and the radiating cold light made people's body and mind feel intensely cold.

"In the final analysis, Gitland was only involved in this war. Your real purpose should be to burn this war to the land of the Lord of Armies."

"Wittig..."

"Massacre, human body transformation, you use the psychology of human admiration for you and the natural distance to clean yourself up, and once Gevarus is no longer useful, you can also push all the blame on him , after all... who made you stand above the others?"

"Wittig..."

"War is the glory of the gods, and cruelty is the selfish desire of human beings. They are superior but at the same time try to control everything. This world is really unfair. Living in this world is really a kind of sadness."

To be precise, only after one has truly touched that barrier and really touched that boundary can one experience that profound powerlessness and sorrow.

What's even more sad is that most people are not qualified to connect.

Because they don't have that ability.

Sometimes, they were directly involved in the plans of the gods without knowing anything, and became victims.

This bloody and cruel fact was placed in front of the Excalibur Warrior.

When he was guarding Gothic, after knowing the truth of the palace coup, the so-called justice he insisted on in his heart has been crumbling.

Now, several years have passed, this reality still hangs over his heart like a dark cloud, which cannot be dispelled for a long time.

This has almost become the source of some kind of obsession and pain.

He really wanted to draw his sword to cut the sky, and use the sword edge in his hand to smash all the thrones owned by the gods who are high above and don't know the suffering of the people.

But he can't.

Not only can't he do it, he can't even beat a 'son of God' who doesn't have any divine power.

The son of Asa, the blood of Asa.

Characters with that pedigree seem to stand out of reach of many people by nature.

Identity.

power.

status.

This is true no matter what.

"Damn the world..."

The warrior cursed under his breath.

On the other side, looking at the painful and sad expression of the half-elf warrior, the Valkyrie just pursed her lips.

"Because of this, you have to protect yourself as much as possible, Wittig, at least don't do this kind of useless work..."

He could feel the sight of the Valkyrie, the woman named Helvey just stared at him without moving her gaze.

Of course, these words are not meant to be mocking.

Although it fell into Wittig's own ears, these words were not much different from ridicule.

However, this might really be a reminder from Helvey's heart.

Just as she had begged herself to quit fighting all those years ago, she wished she could go back to Wolf Valley, where her parents were and live in seclusion.

However, he just didn't feel well.

The warriors who died on Goth's eastern frontier, the civilians of Gitland who were slaughtered and reformed, and various other things.

In the end, Wittig's thoughts stopped at the face of a bad old man that he hated so much.

Gevarus.

If there is no accident, he really won't die.

Even if he was killed, the gods still have sufficient means to bring him back to life.

That's why the Valkyrie said that.

"Useless work..."

Just thinking of this word full of endless ridicule, Wittig clenched his teeth.

"Useless work, you think it is useless work."

"It's not that I think it's true. Some things can't be changed, let alone defied... Just like what you did tonight, it's nothing more than increasing the workload for Valkyrie."

"..."

There was no response, and Wittig had no way of responding.

He didn't look at Helvey again, but turned around directly.

"So what do you think?"

Seeing that the child didn't respond to her, Helvey couldn't help asking again.

"Let's just let it go, His Highness can keep those dead people, they have a chance, at least in terms of losses..."

"Your Highness cannot save those people who have been reformed. It is even more impossible to restore the lost self-esteem!"

Wittig grasped the Excalibur tightly and carried it on his shoulder.

"I don't think this is useless work. I am here for those who fought bravely, and for..."

He turned his head, and took a deep breath.

"For the dignity of those innocent victims... even if there are only one or two, as long as there are people who cannot be redeemed, I will continue to swing the sword."

Under the moonlight, the silver armor seemed to reflect some kind of pure brilliance.

Excalibur and Silver Armor.

Heroes and Warriors.

"Skemin, let's go!"

Facing the gaze of the Valkyrie, the hunched warrior jumped onto the galloping horse, and then left without a trace.

That was Wieland's child.

If she hadn't left him at that time, then their child might have been this old, right?

"Art..."

She whispered her friend's nickname softly.

"Well, I'm here."

Alvette said in a low voice.

"I'm here, and Lulu is up there."

Lulu.

This is Jie Luoluer's nickname.

The relationship between the three of them has been very good since the beginning.