You and me under the world tree

Then, something incredible happened.

Just when he subconsciously asked, impressions and memories of this aspect naturally emerged in his mind.

"It's not difficult."

It was as if someone was whispering these words in his ear.

In this way, following some kind of guidance, he raised the war hammer in his hand.

'crack'

The power of thunder and lightning began to boil, and the manic and restless sound spread around the Norwegian prince.

"what!"

With a violent shout, the heavy hammer fell.

'boom'

Accompanied by that violent blow, the power of thunder and lightning quickly spread and boiled, and the ground was smashed open with a hammer.

A deep crack spread to the end in this way, reaching the limit of human eyesight.

"This destructive power..."

The corner of Daly's mouth turned up after seeing the rift he had created.

He was shocked, but also satisfied.

But there is still a problem.

"Gu..."

Just when Daly was about to move his pace, his body fell down involuntarily.

"Daly!"

Gevarus couldn't help being shocked by this scene, and he quickly reached out to help his child.

"Father..."

Trying to keep his eyes open, Daly laughed.

Although at this moment, his lips were obviously pale, but that smile was sincere.

"Our Norway is saved, Father."

Then, he fell into a deep sleep, only the heavy snoring lingered.

And after hearing his child's last emotion, Gevarus had mixed feelings in his heart.

"I put too much pressure on you, kid."

Chapter 56: One Thing Please

Gevarroth never thought of himself as a qualified father.

Since he usurped the kingship of Norway, he has actually been somewhat unclear about his identity in this regard.

family.

kingdom.

Although he subconsciously knew that these were actually two different things, a good king would naturally learn to separate his family from the affairs of the kingdom.

But perhaps because of limited ability, he had to combine these two things.

For his eldest son, he asked him to grow up with the strictest attitude he thought, and instilled in him the things that he should do as a royal family.

And all along, he has performed quite well.

Although there is certainly no way to compare with people such as Siegfried, he is also a qualified heir to the kingdom.

However, this world is so unfair.

Siegfried of the Volsung family.

Dietrich of the Amerungians.

Studus of the Geat clan.

These people are real, and as the heir to the Kingdom of Norway, Daly is destined to stand on the stage of the atrium and compete with these unreasonable peers.

What's more, these people not only exist, but are his neighbors and enemies.

The Netherlands is using a huge national policy to join forces with Iceland to oppress Norway.

The righteousness possessed by the Lord of Armies that belonged to the former king Angentil was like a thorn in the depths of today's Norwegian kingship, like a thorn in the throat.

As for the Goths, although they have no clear conflict of interests in essence, since the triumphant king concluded a series of covenants with the Netherlands, the Middle Kingdom in the hinterland of the atrium has already demonstrated its own attitude.

And even Gitland, who has always had a good relationship with them, made a cryptic statement on this.

After Denmark and Burgundy were defeated and annexed, the various trade contracts between the four kingdoms directly excluded Norway, which made it even more difficult for Norway, whose land was not very fertile.

The terrain of Norway determines that those in power must be strong and powerful enough to defeat this stalemate.

For this reason, Gervarus had to seek a 'hole card' that could be used by himself.

He is looking for a hero, and he is also looking for the magic sword that once existed as a "Norwegian national treasure".

"call……"

Thinking of this, Gevarus suddenly felt a sense of bewilderment deep in his heart.

It may be because he himself has already died once in the true sense.

Those things that he would never think about deeply with his personality just resurfaced in his mind.

Whether it's his son or his daughter.

He seems to have really put a lot of pressure on his children, and even made the relationship between father and daughter extremely stiff today.

Indistinctly, a trace of remorse surfaced in Gevarus' heart.

However, what he was regretting, he himself could not figure it out.

Maybe it was because he regretted arbitrarily exchanging his child's happiness for the benefit of the kingdom, or maybe he had been forcing his child to compete with the Lord of Armies and the King of Triumph.

Maybe it's something older.

Just staring at his child's sleeping face, Gevarus felt his head was in a mess.

Whether it is spirit or thoughts, there is a kind of lingering exhaustion.

And it was in this situation that the envoy slowly walked behind him.

"Although I know Your Majesty, your mind should be messy and you have a lot to think about, but I think you should still accept another 'gift' from the gods."

"Gift?"

Without looking back at the messenger of the gods, the old king just asked in a low voice.

"what gift?"

"army."

Hermod spoke.

"The gods already knew about your 'loss', so they specially ordered me to accompany you."

loss……

What loss can we talk about now?

After thinking of something, Gevarus turned his head.

Immediately afterwards, the envoy's slightly fake smile came into view.

Maybe it was because his back was facing the sun at the moment, Gevarus always felt that his expression revealed some kind of gloom.

However, things on such a subtle level are actually not important anymore.

Most importantly, he held a bottle of potion in his hand that made him feel dizzy.

green.

Obviously this should be a refreshing and natural color, but the green potion in the hand of the envoy exudes a disturbing aura.

It's like holding a bottle of 'living thing'.

This is the potion that the so-called berserkers in Norway have been swallowing.

Something that strengthens their bodies and deprives them of their sanity.

"You brought these?"

Finally, Gevarus closed his eyes.

He lowered his head, then took a deep breath.

And when the old king looked up again, he showed a gentle smile with awe.

"How many of these do you have?"

"A lot, the gods will not treat you badly in this regard, Your Majesty."

"However, transforming a berserker requires not only potions, but also magic and time."

In fact, Gevarus can solve things like magic by himself.

Because the priests who accompanied the army were also resurrected, if he was given time, he could also use these potions to produce a batch of berserkers that could be used on the battlefield.

But the problem is 'time'.

Long ago, through Hermod's warning and reminder, Gevarus knew that those high-ranking gods had become a little impatient.

However, it is impossible for the gods not to know the situation in Norway.

Since they chose to give the potion directly, it meant that the potion must come in handy.

and so……

"Of course I understand this, so the gods ordered me to help you."

"!!"

After all, the reality did not disappoint Gevarus.

Just when Hermod said that, he subconsciously clenched his fist.

"Will you stay here?"

"Yes."

Having said that, Hermod bowed and saluted.

"I am here temporarily at your command, Your Majesty."

This is enough face.

Anyway, in Hermod's view, it was impossible for the old human king to arrange any work for himself.

In the final analysis, it is already a great gift for him, who is also a god, to come here to supervise the battle.

And just as he was thinking that, he heard the voice of the old king.

"Since that's the case, then I'm not being polite. I just have something to ask Mr. Helmold."

he opened his mouth to speak.

"???"

For a moment, Hermod showed a puzzled expression.

In his opinion, this behavior of Gevarus is more or less reckless.

But fortunately, his self-cultivation is not bad, so he won't turn his face because of the dignity and pride in his heart.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"I heard that you, Mr. Helmold, are the 'God of Speed', so I hope you can temporarily bring Daly back to Norway."

"Oh..."