You and me under the world tree

At this moment, the prince looked a little crazy.

But Wittig feels that Sead looks very courageous and heroic today.

At such a critical juncture, he was in a daze to calm down the restless and bewildered soldiers.

What followed was the battle cry of the soldiers.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Perhaps this howling was of little use in the face of the storm that shattered almost everything.

But this is the manifestation of human will.

It is a spark of resistance.

"Just keep the courage."

After seeing the resolute expressions of the soldiers, the last hesitation in Wittig's heart was also suppressed.

"I promise, you will never fall here."

To say why...

"The sword in my hand is the infinite sword."

Facing the storm, Wittig raised high the Excalibur in his hand.

But at this moment, the rune above seemed to be completely dimmed, without any sign of magic.

"Mimonger, lend me your strength!"

He whispered about it.

At the same time, the thoughts in his mind also surged up, and the memories of the past emerged.

…………

His father once told him about the power of the Excalibur Mimonger itself.

That was after Skemin returned to Wolf Valley with his frail and exhausted body.

But the cause was his father's decades-long wound that hadn't healed.

He always remembered that his father's hands and feet were always paralyzed because of the special poison.

It was also at that time that he asked a question that had been ignored before.

"I still don't understand where Neddard got the poison to make you like this."

This is actually Wittig's unintentional question.

To put it bluntly, this question is more like a complaint.

Partly because of the potion he brought back, partly because of the pain his blacksmith father had gone through.

His mobility has never been particularly convenient.

My favorite blacksmithing and forging must rely on magic, and I can only hold some light objects with both hands.

As for his legs, he couldn't move flexibly. If he didn't rely on those magic props, he could only sit in a wheelchair.

Moreover, once there is a change in the weather, his hands and feet will be unbearably painful.

Ever since Wittig could remember, he had always remembered his father's look of pain.

"Magic can't heal the wound perfectly..."

As for this issue, his father Wieland had no intention of concealing it.

"If you think about it carefully, you will understand? The one who can do this kind of thing is either a giant or a god, but it is impossible for a giant to intervene in the internal matters of the atrium."

"In other words, are those guys?"

"You don't look surprised, and you don't have any surprises. The travels of the past few years seem to have made you understand a lot of things."

At that time, what his father said made Wittig dumbfounded.

He didn't even know how he should respond.

"I'm still wondering if it's better for me to live in Wolf Valley all my life."

Without waiting for his father to respond, he sighed again.

"No, anyway, with my personality, I'm not used to staying in one place all the time."

Wittig's self-awareness is apparently quite clear.

However, that is separate from his question.

So soon, he shook his head again.

"But, I still don't understand."

"Don't understand what?"

"Father, what did you do to provoke them, you... you must be an elf?"

"Um……"

Hearing this, Wieland couldn't help closing his eyes.

"Where did you provoke them? I haven't thought about it carefully. Maybe it's because your grandfather was a giant, or maybe it's because I once studied in the extinct mountain kingdom of Gurnita Hyde. ..."

Having said that, the elf blacksmith pursed his lips.

He raised his head suddenly and looked at his child.

"Maybe it's because I've created my own lifetime masterpiece."

Speaking of Wieland's masterpiece, there must be only one: the Excalibur Mimeng!

But there is a problem here.

"Isn't Mimonger a weapon engraved with many magics? Although I admit that it is very useful and powerful, but..."

"I haven't been able to build a second Mimonger so far, boy, what do you think is the reason?"

Yes, what is the reason for this?

At the time, Wittig was caught in thoughts that he had never considered.

"Is it because, father, you can't construct exquisite runes now?"

he asked tentatively.

Because there are a lot of magic engraved on Mimonger, Wittig has a deep understanding of this.

And more importantly, the above spells will not conflict with each other, which is even more rare.

However, his father shook his head.

Mimonger is my father's crowning masterpiece for only one reason.

Only that one!

…………

"what!"

With a loud shout, Wittig swung the Excalibur in his hand.

Under such a slash, a slash mark that shouldn't have appeared in the raging storm.

'bass'

It was as if there was a whispering sound.

It seemed to be the only voice present.

In the end, the storm is like a solid thing with a fixed form splitting from it.

"It was... cut open?"

Chapter 75: The Power of the Excalibur

An extremely strange scene appeared in the sky above Rose City.

The turbulent thunderstorm had already rushed towards the magnificent fortress city, and it was almost going to completely swallow it in the next moment.

But at the moment when the city was almost completely engulfed, a slashing crack visible to the naked eye appeared without warning.

Then, the huge storm began to split in such a strange way.

The 'scourge behemoth' that was originally gathered to devour the entire city was completely torn apart before it could fully exert its own power.

It abruptly began to get out of control, and the destructive power spread towards both sides of Rose City.

'boom'

In the end, the storm burst, and the berserk force directly tore out huge pits on both sides of the fortress capital.

The deep pits and torn land certificates tell of the cruelty of the storm.

But it's not about destructive power that should be discussed now.

In any case, for the Norwegian army, this is the supreme power exerted by their royal highness with the soldiers bestowed by God!

It can be the power inspired directly from the war hammer, or it can be a natural disaster evoked through the medium of the thunder hammer.

It could even be anything.

In short, the most important thing is that the Gitland defenders in Rose City have already fallen into a disadvantage visible to the naked eye.

They abandoned all the surrounding towns and forts, and directly held on to the Rose City.

This may be for the last stand, but in the face of this natural disaster, all preparations will become a joke!

Of course, fighters will naturally need combat merit, and they certainly hope that they can have the opportunity to fight and use meritorious service to be promoted.

However, this is definitely not now.

From the rounds of bombing with trebuchets, the ordinary soldiers in Norway felt that they had no idea.

And after Prince Najitland swung the Excalibur and started bombing with flames, the sense of threat became more serious.

They have never fought such a weird city.

In this case, they almost expect someone else to solve this huge trouble.

And the prince Daly who stepped forward fits such an image very well.

When the entire army was in crisis, he held the hammer in his hand, directly absorbed the rushing lightning and returned it.

Then, he unleashed that blow that was like a natural disaster.

The Norwegian warriors were about to jump to their feet as the thunder storm built up.

Each of them stretched their necks, wanting to see how Rose City was destroyed.

Although there is no military exploits, this is the moment when a 'hero' is born.

They were all ready to cheer for their prince, even Gevarus.

For him as a king, there is nothing better than taking Rose City without loss.

Because this means that the army can march directly to the King City of Yeat.

However, no one thought that the blow that could have completely destroyed Rose City would be cracked just like that.

"In the end what happened?"

"Why is that?"

For a moment, both the Norwegian and Gitland fighters showed astonished expressions.

From the very beginning, this battle seemed to have nothing to do with them. Whether it was at the beginning or now, they could only watch other people play there.

"His Majesty……"

Finally, finally, the bolder man asked in a low voice.

But before he asked any more, a more worrying scene appeared.

The originally high-spirited prince suddenly lost all his strength. Not only did the hammer fall to the ground, but his body began to sway from side to side, and finally fell backwards slowly.

This simply terrified Gevarus.