You and me under the world tree

As for the Norwegian side, maybe there is no loss yet!

Thinking of this, Sead even began to tremble all over.

Maybe it was fear and panic, or maybe it was pure anger.

For a while, Sead himself couldn't figure out what was going on in his heart.

However, no matter what kind of thought he had, he had to endure it.

Just leaning on the Mimeng Excalibur, Sead's eyes revealed a terrifying ferocity.

It was a touch of resentment.

The pain went deep into the bone marrow, and the wound in his heart could not be healed, and what flowed out from that wound was the venom called 'resentment'.

"Your Highness..."

At this moment, a woman's voice lingered in his ear.

When he looked up, he saw one of his shield maidens.

Also after going through a bloody battle, there were all kinds of blood and dust on her face that should have been beautiful, making her look miserable.

But when Sead subconsciously looked at her side, he found that the female shield guards belonging to him that should have gathered together had actually lost a lot of people.

The existence that could have been called the 'Guard' could be counted on the fingers of one's fingers.

"Is it just the three of you?"

he asked hoarsely.

Of course, it is impossible for the shield maidens to surround him all the time.

In fact, as trusted confidantes, these women are not only responsible for guarding his safety, but also deliver and execute the prince's orders on the battlefield at all times.

But this time, in order to ensure the smooth execution of the plan and to allow more people to survive, he even arranged for the shield maidens to scatter around and unite the scattered fighters to prevent them from being distracted or delaying the retreat for various reasons. timing.

It was the best way Sead could think of.

It's not that he doesn't trust the remaining generals under his command, it's just that he trusts the girls around him even more at this critical moment of life and death.

They have been with each other since they were young, learning and growing together.

As a shield girl, she was naturally doomed to have a life-and-death close relationship with him, which was even far better than any possible wife in the future.

Sead, although not yet married, does think so.

The so-called Shield Maidens, they knew everything about him, and he had always been aware of their existence.

They waited for him, a prince who was not very successful, and surrounded him all the time.

He never doubted their loyalty.

Only now, a strange twisted thought suddenly surged in his heart.

It would be nice if they ran away.

If they escaped, at least they could survive.

However, such a thing is impossible.

"Yes, Your Highness, there are only three of us left."

Listening to these cruel words, Seiyad only felt his head buzzing for a moment.

The day finally came.

"They...are brave."

After a moment of suffocating silence, Sead whispered.

Then, he saw the only three remaining girls kneeling down in front of him.

"We have completed the task you gave us. Your Highness, the sisters have fought to the last moment."

Just half kneeling like this, they slowly raised their heads, their eyes full of sadness and determination.

"We were the last to pull out."

"That is to say, everyone is gathered in the square now?"

Speaking of this, Sead couldn't help but glanced around.

Today, the supposedly beautiful square full of roses has become dilapidated.

Beautiful rose petals covered the ground, and there was a mess, and there were a large number of Gitland soldiers in the square.

Some of them are still holding weapons, ready to obey orders and meet the last battle of their lives, while some are sitting on the ground because of injuries.

Of course, there were others who had already fallen to the ground, their bodies cold and silent.

Most of these people's bodies were rescued by comrades desperately from the alleys that were the main battlefield.

Some of them, who were dying before, are dying now.

And some really gave their lives in the alleys where guerrilla warfare was launched, but for various reasons, comrades were still willing to bring them out.

However, even counting the dead, the number of soldiers gathered in the huge square cannot be compared with that before the war started.

Now there is only one-tenth of that left.

That is more than 700 people.

And the real survivors are even less than this number!

This is the battlefield, and this is the battlefield on which the gods have expressed their inclination.

As a hostile force in Norway, it is so difficult for them to even resist.

With strong resentment, Seiyad, who was holding the Excalibur tightly, suddenly fell into a state close to madness.

His reason has been controlling his body, keeping him in place, but the expression on his face is crying and laughing.

Then, he heard words from the enemy.

"Sayad, surrender."

Someone came to persuade him to surrender.

Before, it was a high god, but this time it was a human being.

"Gevarus!!"

At the moment when he saw him, Sead only felt that the blood was pouring into his head, and the defense line of reason seemed to be torn apart.

At that moment, the strong killing intent he showed even made the old king of Norway breathless.

will die!

Even at this moment, Hermod also dodged to intercept the old king.

The magic barrier was thus propped up. Although it was transparent, it still looked a little deformed in Sead's eyes. .

Behind this barrier, both the unknown 'wizard' and the old Norwegian king are so distorted and ugly.

However, he did not make a move after all.

After a period of ups and downs of painful emotions, Seiyad suddenly entered a strange state that was similar to a clear mind.

Gradually, his expression became neither sad nor happy:

"We won't surrender, so go ahead."

Chapter 91: Mad Revenge

Won't surrender, can't surrender.

Even Sead didn't even think about retreating and running away.

Perhaps Sead still had a chance to make a choice before the battle to defend Rose City officially started, but now that they have come to this point, the so-called retreat has naturally been completely cut off.

"You only have the last few hundred..."

Staring at the young prince with a cold face, Gevarus narrowed his eyes.

Although it seemed a little embarrassing to say it, at this moment, a trace of uneasiness emerged subconsciously in his heart.

This anxiety actually stems from the helplessness deep in my heart.

After all, Gevarus feels that he is "fighting alone" now.

Even though the gods seem to have helped him a lot, they even donated the so-called god soldiers and the transformation techniques of those berserkers to help him win.

However, he was very clear about what he was doing.

Leaving aside Daly's Thunderbolt, the Berserker's modification technology can directly improve the combat effectiveness of the Norwegian army in a short period of time.

But this 'transformation' itself has not been rectified.

Although the executors were the priests, the controller was him, the king.

And the meaning revealed behind this couldn't be more obvious—he is just a pawn, a pawn used by the gods to achieve their own goals.

And once the gods achieve their desired goals, then he can be abandoned at any time.

And once he is abandoned, the things he has done now will become an indelible stain.

And these stains can even become some excuses and incentives, which in turn lead to greater chaos, posing a strong threat to his rule and even his entire life.

As far as the current Gevarus is concerned, if he wants to get rid of this situation, there is only one way to choose: completely bind himself with the gods.

But the 'great' gods can't be completely trusted in terms of their attitude either.

It was on this contradictory but forced road that Gevarus felt nothing but suffering in his heart.

Gradually, he began to become suspicious.

He is afraid of any omission.

Because a wrong thinking will not only lead to failure and casualties, but also may make the gods disappointed in him.

The thoughts in his head began to diverge inexplicably, and Gevarus subconsciously looked around.

His eyes were a little erratic, and there was no reason.

Then, what he saw was the Norwegian fighters who had rallied.

They are all here.

Although the army is not without casualties, it still has the advantage of crushing.

Tens of thousands of Norwegian troops marched into Rose City and surrounded the fortress capital.

What's more, he also has a legion responsible for basic defense and support work outside.

Yes, there will be no surprises.

Regardless of thinking from a strategic or other perspective, the outcome of this battle is already doomed.

It's Norway, and it's the winner that Gevarus crushed!

Thinking of this, the uneasiness subconsciously surging in Gevarus' heart became peaceful.

And the way he looked at Sead became weird.

This is pure intimidation, just a kind of stubbornness that will not admit defeat!

It should be like this...

Although Gevarus wanted to think so, but when he met Sead's gaze again, he turned his gaze away.

The cold gaze intertwined with hatred and indifference made him start to panic for no reason.

Finally, the old king turned away.

"so be it."

Then, he turned his attention to the 'wizard' beside him.

"Mr. Helmold."

He called out in a low voice.

"Please give orders to those berserkers."

In the end, Gevarus decided to use those berserkers to settle the remaining battles.