You and me under the world tree

Then, there was another strange silence.

In terms of strategy, neither Wittig nor Sead seems to have anything to say.

They just looked at each other like this, and finally involuntarily moved their eyes away and looked elsewhere.

In the end, it was Sead's shield girl who broke the silence.

Just when their prince was silent, they came to them with meals.

"Your Highness, you and your friends should not be full yet, right?"

Just like that, the soft voice came, and the weird atmosphere was broken.

To be honest, judging from the current situation, there is no need to discuss whether to eat or not. The important thing is that the intervention of these maids gave Sead a chance to breathe, and he can also use this to divert his attention .

"Well, thank you."

Sead responded.

Originally, he wanted to laugh, but after seeing his shield girls, he found that he couldn't laugh no matter what.

Speaking of which, if there is going to be a head-on battle tomorrow, how many of them can be left?

Although such questions just flashed through Sead's mind and didn't stay for long, Sead felt that he couldn't control his expression.

"Your Highness?"

Watching His Highness's fluctuating expression, the shield girl couldn't help calling softly.

"Ah... um."

After his thoughts returned to reality, Sead responded stiffly.

But in the end, he couldn't help but sigh.

"thank you all."

Seeing those shield girls who looked at him again, Sead whispered.

And they just saluted.

"Then let's retreat first."

"Um……"

These well-behaved and combative girls stepped back, and after seeing them leave, Sead turned his attention to Wittig again.

"How is it? Eat or not?"

"Eat."

Then, the two dipped the bread with the broth as a dipping material.

In the process of eating like this, the original atmosphere became more relaxed.

The food is not delicious, but the feeling of fullness is quite happy.

And it was during this process that the scene of Wittig cutting off the storm inexplicably appeared in Sead's mind.

He admired his brother, but besides admiration, he couldn't help being a little puzzled.

"How...how on earth did you do it? You seem to have said it wasn't magic."

"what?"

"The matter of splitting the storm, I'm curious how you did it?"

"Ah, this, that is indeed not magic, but a real natural disaster. You can call it divine power."

"Then how did you 'cut off' it?"

Hearing this, Wittig couldn't help laughing.

"What else can it be? It's because of this thing."

The warrior slowly raised the divine sword lying flat beside him, letting it lie flat on his legs.

"To be precise, it is the storm it splits."

"Is that a magic trick?"

"No."

Wittig shook his head, this is the power it possesses.

At this point, he felt that there was nothing to hide, so he just told the whole story.

"He just has the ability to 'sever', and according to my father, this is the crowning masterpiece of his efforts."

"..."

Probably because he was stunned by reality, Sead didn't give any decent response for a while.

He just maintained a basic silence.

Then, the stiff mind slowly turned, and His Royal Highness swallowed his saliva.

"Uncle Wieland's supreme masterpiece..."

Of course the name has been around for a long time.

At any rate, the Excalibur Mimonger has caused quite a storm in Gitland, and it is said that no matter who uses it, it can explode with great power.

But now, he had a different experience. He even remembered the inhuman treatment that the elf blacksmith had suffered.

"I remember……"

"Ok?"

"I remember Uncle Wieland's hands and feet...it seems inconvenient."

Said said cautiously.

Matters in this area are actually very sensitive, and getting involved is quite messy.

Fortunately, Wittig didn't mean to pursue it, he just nodded calmly.

"Well, yes, you should probably have heard this from your uncle. His wounds on his hands and feet have never really healed, and he can't even use magic."

"Well, I heard from my father that he seemed to have been given some kind of poison, but now that I think about it, the origin of the poison itself is very... Strange, is it because of Mimonger?"

After hearing Sead's words, Wittig nodded slowly:

"Yes, but not quite."

"What do you mean?"

"It involves a lot, and even contains some secrets of the gods... Do you want to hear it?"

"Would you like to tell me?"

"There is nothing to hide now, and it all starts with a kingdom that has long since fallen."

"The Kingdom of Fallen? Which one?"

"It's not the human kingdom of Midgard, but the dwarf kingdom in the western mountains of the atrium. Everything starts from there. According to my father, that kingdom hides a secret that can threaten the gods..."

Chapter 79: Mimonger's 'Divine Power'

On the other side, the Norwegian army is currently stationed in a town.

This town is actually an agricultural town located in the border area, not far from Rose City, and one of the closest towns to the fortress capital.

The main force of Norway is stationed here.

His Majesty the King discusses strategies with the legion commanders on a daily basis, and the comatose prince was arranged to rest in a private house.

And the person in charge of taking care of it is none other than the God Envoy Hermod running around on the battlefield.

In fact, he doesn't need to deliberately do anything at all, he just needs to wait here quietly.

Because Daly was not injured at all.

His state was just the purest exhaustion, his body was exhausted to the limit, what he needed was to cultivate and eat, to make up for the deficit in his body.

However, considering the time issue, Helmode still adopted the simplest method: potion.

The efficiency of making up for the deficit by eating this way is really too low, so he directly poured the concentrated nutrient potion into the comatose Norwegian prince and let him absorb it directly.

Because those potions pay too much attention to nutrition, they can't be considered good in terms of taste and taste.

But this kind of thing doesn't matter. What Helmold needs is that he can move freely the next day and recover to his peak body.

And if he can't move, the next thing may become very troublesome.

Thinking of this, Hermod couldn't help staring at Daly's face.

However, some of the problems did not lie with the prince himself.

In the final analysis, it was because that guy messed around and wanted to push flat in one breath regardless of the endurance limit of this body.

In this regard, he stared at the thunderbolt hammer in his hand, and Helmode felt that he still needed to remind him.

While the prince was in a coma, he communicated about it.

With the activation of the magic, his consciousness communicated with the god who is still above the sky through the medium of the warhammer.

But that doesn't mean they can talk directly, although two highly accomplished wizards can do it, they can't.

And Helmold thinks that the problem is not with him, but because that guy is simple-minded.

It is not an easy task for him to establish a direct communication channel through the Thunder Hammer in this world.

Rather than communicating directly, it would be more normal to let his consciousness 'fall' directly.

After activating the war hammer, Hermod put the lightning hammer back into Daly's hand.

Then, His Royal Highness the Prince of Norway just opened his eyes.

He just looked around for a while, and after confirming the environment, he shifted his gaze to Hermod.

There was another silence.

It's not that the relationship between them is bad, it's just that the atmosphere seems a little awkward.

Maybe it was because he knew that he was also responsible, so he just didn't talk.

So if you want to open the topic, you have to rely on Helmold himself.

After realizing this, the speed god just sighed.

To be honest, he couldn't help but feel a little tired now.

"What you did today was a little too much."

That's what Hermod said.

At the same time, the eyes of 'Daily' finally changed.

He subconsciously explained:

"I just thought it would save a lot of work."

There is nothing wrong with this idea itself, and even Helmold has no way to criticize it from the motive.

But the problem is the end result.

"You also saw that your attack failed. Wittig cut open the natural disaster you invoked, and the body you are using now even collapsed because it couldn't bear the load."

"Ok, I know."

After mentioning this point, 'Daly' subconsciously glanced at his hands and then at the war hammer in his hand.

"I originally thought this body could last for a while, the human body is really fragile..."

In the end, he himself was a little emboldened.

Shift all responsibility to the fragile body of human beings?

He himself can't stand this kind of excuse.

So in the end, he couldn't help shaking his head:

"Forget it, there is no point in making excuses for this kind of thing. I promise that this kind of thing will not happen again in the future, and the next time...it should be tomorrow, and I will destroy that city."

"Well, with your assurance, I am relieved. Although the battlefield here is not particularly important, we have to support it until the army from the Netherlands arrives."