You and me under the world tree

As the party who made such a tricky choice, the old king Gevarus has once again rushed to the front line.

With the secret help of Hermod, he quickly returned to the city defense on the border.

It was a line of defense on the plain built by several fortresses.

Because of the terrain and the need to show his attitude, it was impossible for Gevarus to hide in forts or border fortresses.

He just let the frontier army spread out, waiting for the group of 'rebels' who were about to arrive here.

And then, here they are.

"Drop your weapons! Rebels!"

When that group of extremely desolate tens of thousands of rout soldiers arrived at their own border along the way back, what they saw was the neatly slaughtered border army.

Obviously both sides are compatriots, but now they are fighting each other.

And the sudden hostile situation also made it unacceptable for those defeated soldiers.

"Why is that?"

For a moment, some soldiers who seemed unacceptable roared loudly.

This is too far from what they imagined.

Since that night, they have been restless, fearing that the army from Gitland or other attackers may be pursuing them.

Any sign of trouble will cause them to be alert, and they can't even rest well.

It was under the condition that this spirit almost reached the limit, they finally returned here.

Originally, they considered reaching their own kingdom as a victory.

The compatriots of the Border Legion may be wary of them for various reasons, but they will definitely treat them well.

But what is this now?

"What the hell happened?"

In just three days, they have turned from defeated soldiers to defectors?

Just as the roaring roars came and went, the soldiers of the frontier regiment who were confronting them made a cold voice.

"Don't you know what happened? His Majesty the King almost died at your hands!"

Your Majesty!

For these fighters whose mental state has almost reached the limit, any keyword will make them fuss.

And this is how it is now: when they heard a word mentioned by the soldiers stationed on the border, the expressions on their faces gradually became frightened.

"Yes, Your Majesty the King!"

they said.

"His Majesty the King and His Highness the Prince are both dead! We were attacked one night, and the berserkers who were supposed to be under control lost control. First one, and then many more..."

"It was a well-planned conspiracy. Someone used his position to release those berserkers who should have been carefully guarded."

Accompanied by an old voice, the frontier regiment's already formed battle formation separated to the two sides.

Under the watchful eyes of those rout soldiers on the front line, the figure of the old king walked out slowly.

After seeing Gevarus, the rout soldiers who had been making noise fell silent.

They just stared at the slightly hunchbacked body, the old man, with their almost red eyes.

"Your Majesty, why? You should obviously..."

"Yes, I didn't die. Some people are probably disappointed that neither my child nor I died in the chaos."

"This is impossible!"

At this moment, a discordant voice sounded.

"I clearly saw the head of His Royal Highness, he was killed!"

After hearing this voice, Gevarus frowned slightly.

For this kind of unharmonious existence, he already had a set of countermeasures in his heart.

But for now, the focus is on dealing with these 'rebels'.

"I know that there must be many of you who are confused by the chaos a few days ago, and there are many innocent people among you, so please use practical actions to prove your loyalty and put down your weapons!"

Chapter 63: Merit?

As a result, a 'rebellion' in the eyes of everyone was solved in this way, and those defeated troops put down their weapons and chose to surrender.

Later, the old king went through some investigations and interrogations, and through the identification of some "companions", he pulled the rebels out of the defeated army.

If one were to write a personal biography, one would certainly make a big splash about His Majesty the King's own brilliance and prowess. .

This kind of thing is worth bragging about anywhere.

However, only Gevarus, the client, understood what was going on.

In fact, there were no 'rebels' from the very beginning. The army that fled to Norway, these soldiers who had been tense all the time, were just ordinary poor people.

They witnessed their barracks being torn apart with ease, the berserkers uncontrollably unleashed violence, and the compatriots in front of them died one by one in front of them. These things almost drove them crazy.

But even so, they still have the most basic trust in their motherland and in His Majesty the King who rules the kingdom.

When you can't make any decisions by yourself, laying down your weapons must be the best choice.

And the facts did not disappoint the 'vast majority' of survivors.

From their point of view, they were extremely well cared for when they laid down their weapons.

They took a comfortable bath, had a good meal, and then someone separated them and asked each of them what they had seen that night.

And other than that, there was nothing else.

When they were completely relaxed and woke up the next day, what they heard was words such as 'the inner ghost around them has been completely caught out, and there is no need to worry about it anymore'.

From beginning to end, most of these routs were isolated.

They don't know exactly what happened, and they won't know the specific facts.

Even those who have personally experienced the chaos do not have any right to know.

All they knew was the news brought by their countrymen in the Border Legion, and by the King.

Under the elaboration of the great King Gevarus, the warriors were able to understand the 'truth' of the chaos of that night.

And for them, the only thing that is surprising is probably the identities of the 'inner ghosts' who were uncovered.

Those comrades who had fought bloody battles and even chatted in the barracks in their spare time were actually the assassins who assassinated the king?

Perhaps it was because of this shock that there was more or less a trace of doubt in their hearts.

But apart from this doubt, they will not delve into anything further.

They would not know that the so-called inner ghosts and traitors were actually drawn by the old king from the lords he wanted to deal with according to the division of each legion.

When he decided to blame the lords under him, he made a list for future attacks.

To put it bluntly, for Gevarus, finding out the so-called traitors and inner ghosts is just the first step in launching an attack.

And this kind of thing that has risen to the level of power struggle will naturally not be known.

For those ordinary soldiers, a new mission was before them - to attack Gitland.

His Majesty the King and His Royal Highness are willing to ignore the previous suspicions and lead them to re-attack Gitland after fleeing for a while.

And regarding this point, the soldiers will no longer have any complaints—in any case, they are deserters on the battlefield after all, and they still fled without seriously investigating the facts.

As ordinary soldiers, it is a great gift that the king and prince did not care about this, let alone the opportunity to make up for their mistakes.

As a result, a turmoil that should have swept across Norway was calmed down by Gevarus.

It was only a week since the night of the attack, and the turmoil subsided in this way, and King Gevarus and his child: Prince Daly embarked on the journey of war again.

"Is it finally done?"

When Gevarus was driving his two-horse chariot, the voice of the envoy came from his ear.

However, this envoy was extremely cautious and cautious.

When the old king subconsciously raised his head and looked around, he couldn't find his existence at all.

Even after careful consideration, Gevarus couldn't find the specific direction from which the voice came from, as if it just echoed in his ears suddenly.

After hearing this, the old king just took a deep breath.

"Yes, everything has been dealt with, and the next step is pure war."

This is true no matter from the standpoint of the believers of the gods or the standpoint of the ruler of the kingdom.

Gevarus knew that he had no way out.

"All conflicts should be resolved through war."

Whether it's external pressure or internal conflicts within the kingdom, as long as it expands outwards, as long as it grabs and brings enough benefits, then all pressures can be relieved!

"I feel the need to remind you that your time is actually very tight."

When Gevarus was gloomy and thinking about the future, Hermod poured cold water on him.

"I know that the armies of the Netherlands and the Goths will arrive soon."

Completely different from the restlessness that Hermod was familiar with, Gevarus said these words very easily and casually.

And for a moment, he himself didn't know what kind of response he should make.

To be honest, he wanted to see a more uncomfortable expression on his face.

"As long as you know."

In the end, Helmod left only these words.

He didn't reveal his figure, and Gevarus didn't know whether he had left or not.

But at this point, he doesn't care about such things anymore.

"Gothic, Netherlands, from a conventional point of view, it will take some time for them to reach Gitland, and before that, Rose City will be captured."

Then, the old king took a deep breath.

He turned his attention to his children.

"Daly."

"Father."

"The gate depends on you, child."

In the end, the responsibility for the siege fell on the prince's shoulders.

This is a meritorious service and a good time to make contributions.

More importantly, the prince with the thunder hammer can really do this.

"Um……"

Although he was entrusted with an important task, he was not very happy.

The nature of this war has changed... no, to be precise, it never had any valid reason in the first place.

Even though Daly knew that Norway must rely on this war to kill a bloody road, it is another matter to actually implement it.

"Many innocent people will die because of this..."

The sigh dissipated, and no one seemed to know.

Chapter 64: The Eve of the War

Another few days.

In the passage of time, Norway's reorganized army soon moved to the border of Gitland.

They merged with the original army on the ruins of the giant bear city, and then went straight ahead.

And along the way, their march was extremely smooth, not to mention any natural and man-made disasters, they didn't even see the most basic 'blocking'.