You and me under the world tree

Originally in their cognition, Wittig must give play to his own advantages.

He has no reason to give up his mobility advantage as he rides the pure white steed Skamming, not to mention that he has the magic sword Mimonger and martial arts, so he has every chance to reproduce the results of that night.

However, he just didn't show up.

It took more than ten days in total, and Wittig seemed to have disappeared.

This made Hermod very unhappy.

"Tsk..."

Just standing on the edge of the town where Norway was stationed, Hermod gritted his teeth.

"It's a real waste of time."

Why was he ordered to stay here?

On the one hand, of course, it is to ensure the survival of Gevarus and to ensure that he will not lose his life due to various reasons.

But of course, protection or something is just incidental.

Because it is not difficult for the gods to break the boundary between life and death.

But taking a step back, even if Gevarus is defeated, they can still make a fake product, and they can even carry out layer after layer of camouflage.

Anyway, this guy just needs to show signs of survival and stand there forever as a Norwegian pointer.

However, Hermod still appeared here.

Obviously, this is not a deliberate superfluous move, but has another more important purpose:

Kill or capture Wittig.

This does not conflict with the protection of Gevarus, and they can even be said to be interlinked.

For Norway today, as long as it finds a way to deal with Wittig's thorn, there will be no suspense in the war, and he can even get the legendary Mimeng Excalibur.

It could be a wizard's spell-casting implement, as well as a sharp sword, and since the 'lost' of the wand Garmbantine, Helmod himself hasn't had a weapon at hand for a long time.

This matter was also approved by God the Father.

His father, the great god-king Odin, allowed him to use the almost omnipotent sharp sword Mimeng as his weapon.

But now that everything is ready, and the only thing that needs to be done is the person present, that guy will not come.

This made Helmode feel an inexplicable sense of aggrievedness in his heart, as well as a hint of uneasiness.

Even though the journey went very smoothly, Helmode felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Could it be that what will happen next?

Staring into the distance, Hermod took a deep breath.

At this moment, standing at his angle, he can easily see the tip of the iceberg of Rose City from his perspective.

The tall city walls and closed city gates seemed to reveal a sense of depression.

And more importantly, after just observing like this, Hermod didn't even see the soldiers stationed above that should have existed.

Could it be that Sead and the others have escaped?

No, it's not possible.

There is only one reason for this phenomenon:

magic!

Only magic can have such an effect.

Although in the atrium world, there are restrictions and unspoken rules such as 'wizards are not allowed to use magic to drastically change the situation of the battle', but this rule obviously only applies to those 'ordinary people'.

As for Wittig, he naturally doesn't care about these.

Thinking about it carefully, during the time he was on the Gothic eastern defense line, the awe of the gods in his heart had disappeared.

So, that man will do his best and try his best to stop Norway, which is fulfilling the will of the gods.

Thinking of this, the uneasiness in Helmode's heart became more and more serious.

And at the end...

"Pfft."

All of a sudden, he didn't hold back, and Hermod just laughed.

Although that smile looked a bit insolent, it revealed more of a lingering helplessness.

"What the hell am I thinking..."

He sighed.

After realizing that Wittig, a 'mortal', will go all out, the anxiety deep in his heart will become more and more serious.

Simply put, he was a little scared.

I don't know when it started, but for him, "a mortal warrior who does his best" seems to have become an untouchable taboo.

Proficient in magic and holding an epee, he no longer has awe of the gods, but instead has strong hostility.

These characteristics have been stimulating Hermod's mind, forcing him to think of those past events that he does not want to remember.

Gradually, that figure resurfaced in his mind again.

Then, the lingering anger and humiliation welled up in the depths of his heart.

After facing that man for real, everything seemed to have changed.

He who was originally aloof was dragged into the quagmire, and his proud status was demoted to nothing.

As a god, he even lost two battles at the hands of that powerless man!

Every time he thinks of this, the shadow deep in Helmode's heart grows thicker.

If there is no oath to suppress, if Father God can cancel the oath not to kill each other, or if that man is completely kicked out of the ranks of the gods, then he will never lose...?

Originally, Hermod was still full of confidence, but he didn't know if it was because of excessive psychological pressure, but he suddenly felt a little lack of confidence.

In the end, he stopped thinking about this aspect.

"Tsk, it doesn't matter anyway."

After several deep breaths, Hermod forcibly calmed down his mind.

Why do you think so much, anyway, that man is not here at all.

If nothing else happened, he might encounter a lot of troubles while he was still in the kingdom of giants.

As for now, what needs to be considered is the matter of Rose City.

Thinking of this, his figure floated, and disappeared in place the next moment, leaving only an afterimage.

"Helvey, get ready, tomorrow is the time to attack the city!"

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At the same time, in the majestic Rose City, under the cold moonlight, the soldiers lined up in a square formation, standing on the huge Rose Square.

There are beautiful roses planted here, which are now in full bloom.

But unfortunately, because of the war, the whole city is no longer beautiful, and there is only a chill atmosphere exuding.

And as the supreme commander staying here, Prince Seiyad is standing in front of all the soldiers.

He stared at the soldiers, and in his eyes, there seemed to be some kind of light shining in the eyes of these soldiers.

But facing such brilliance, he only felt his scalp tingling.

"This is the end, soldiers, rest well."

Chapter 65: It is a great honor!

In fact, as a qualified prince and commander, he knew that he should say more.

As an army that had failed at the border, they faced a lack of confidence when facing the Norwegian army.

No matter how unconvinced they are in their hearts, there is no way for them to separate the Norwegian army from those so-called 'berserkers'.

As part of the Norwegian army, those berserkers were almost invincible, and because of the failure of defense, the giant bear city was torn apart.

The soldiers could only watch helplessly as the cities and fortresses they defended were slaughtered and destroyed.

And as survivors, what lingers deep inside their hearts is intense anger.

Anger needs channeling.

Pain needs appeasement.

Panic needs to be eased.

And when this new round of war is approaching, these mourners who have been defeated once need more encouragement.

Whether it is using the so-called rewards, appeasing the family, or even pure slogans, Seiyad, as the leader, has the obligation to cheer up his fighters.

Only by improving morale can one be qualified for the first battle.

But now, he just couldn't say anything, even those scenes were hard to say.

In the end, after experiencing a strange silence, he clenched his fists tightly.

"A long time ago, I told you that the direction of Wangcheng is already laying out the final line of defense. In other words, there will be no more reinforcements coming!"

His Royal Highness subconsciously raised his voice.

He didn't know why he emphasized this point.

He obviously shouldn't have said these words that might cause confusion in the army when he was about to fight, but he still couldn't stop turning the topic in this direction.

As for the reason, if you think about it carefully, it may be because of a similar reason.

Because the decisive battle was approaching, and because the future was uncertain, he didn't want to make that kind of template speech again.

He just wanted to speak his mind to these comrades around him as an ordinary soldier.

"I have no way to give you any reliable promises, and I have no way to ensure the victory of this battle."

Saying this, Sead suddenly felt a strong sense of shame.

He was a little afraid to look directly at those comrades who were still following him.

However, because they never looked away, they were all looking at him as the prince.

So, he has to face them squarely and give the most basic response in this way.

"However, you still stayed."

Clenching his teeth, Sead bit the bullet and continued.

That struggling expression seemed to be revealing some unspeakable secret.

And when this 'secret' was blurted out, the struggle on Sead's face disappeared, and what was left was only a breath of calm.

His eyes just scanned down like this, looking around at the soldiers.

"For this, maybe as a leader, as the lord of Rose City, and as the prince of Gitland, I should feel happy, because the fighters of Gitland already retain blood, but from a rational point of view, All I felt was bitterness and sadness."

The reason or something, he has said before.

"This is a battle with no future and victory in sight. I don't know how long we can last. I don't even know how many of the faces I see now will be left after going through tomorrow's battle..."

At this moment, Sead couldn't help but choked up.

Then, he laughed again.

"Speaking of which, do you know what I'm thinking right now?"

Maybe it's because Seiyad doesn't have any pretensions.

For this prince, the Gitland fighters who stayed here did not have much restraint.

After looking at each other, they shook their heads.

"do not know."

There was a rush of responses.

The words may be different, but the meaning is probably expressed.