You and me under the world tree

Although the voice was not real, the tone was exactly the same as the words of encouragement she had heard occasionally.

She was sure it was her mother's voice.

Therefore, she couldn't help staring into the distance.

In the dark depths, the figure of her mother slowly emerged, almost the same as the mother she had imagined.

As her father once described, she was wearing a long white dress with a peaceful smile on her face.

"Hilda."

"Mother……"

"Hilda, come to Mom."

Although the surrounding atmosphere still exudes a palpitating and weird atmosphere, at this moment, that gentle woman has attracted all of Hilda's attention.

She couldn't help stopping her boat, as if she wanted to take a good look at the figure in the distance.

And at the same time, probably in order to take a good look at his daughter, the figure in the distance also slowly approached from far to near.

"Hilda."

The mother's voice sounded again, and Hilda also stared at his mother.

But when the 'mother' got very close, Hilda closed his eyes.

Her Royal Highness Princess of Iceland was just taking a deep breath at this moment. The corners of her mouth probably wanted to rise, but she was not in the mood.

So until the end, she didn't show any cheerful smile, only a wry smile.

"As expected of the Northern Sea Territory, no one can know whether this is a ghost or whether it has really read the consciousness and memory in the mind."

Just like that, her hand rested on the rudder that turned the direction, and then she held the wooden rudder tightly. At this moment, the solid rudder even made a sound of 'crackering'.

It was almost there, she was about to press her handprint on the rudder of the boat.

"But anyway, I think I have to say thank you."

As for why?

"Thank you for allowing me to see the mother in my mind. Although I have never met her, I know that she is so great and perfect."

Finally, Hilda opened his eyes again.

This time, her mother was no longer in her sight.

That perfect and great woman, that woman who would give her own life in exchange for the safe birth of her child.

She never stood there from the beginning to the end, and it was even more impossible for her to approach her child slowly.

However, one thing is correct, that is, there is indeed something standing there, and it belongs to the northern sea area, or even the entire atrium world.

"Ghoul..."

"Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

At the moment when Hilda revealed his real name, a dilapidated ship with no sails was heading towards here.

Compared with the big ships of human beings, this ship is even bigger.

Obviously the structure is exactly the same, but it is about two or three times wider than a human warship, because the people on it are not humans.

Ghouls are derived from corpses, and in this world, it's not just humans that have 'corpses'.

"giant……"

It is not surprising that 'ghouls', mainly giants, will appear in the northern seas.

Although today's giants all live in Jotunheim, even if some come to Midgard to destroy or become robbers, they are unlikely to cross the affluent atrium and come to this shitty northern sea.

Of course, that’s not to say there wasn’t any. After all, they were driven here after being invaded by several other seaside kingdoms.

But the number is not too much, let alone such a team of giant ghouls.

So if this is the case, where did the corpses of these giants come from?

"30 people..."

The answer is simple, these giants are the creations of the Ymir era.

To be precise, they are all descendants of Ymir, but after the battle with the gods, they either died immediately or were swallowed by the blood erupted by their ancestor Ymir.

Under the ocean of the atrium world is not a beautiful deep-sea scenery. There are corpses, an abyss piled up by countless corpses.

And, more importantly, there is a big snake underneath that is big enough to encircle the entire Midgard!

'boom'

Finally, under the gaze of Hilda, the ghoul's giant warship directly hit the building ship, which caused the whole warship to shake!

But, unscathed!

"I'm sorry! The boat made by my mother can't be destroyed by rotten fish and shrimp like you!"

He directly took off the bow hanging on his body, and Hilda directly drew out an expensive arrow, and the battle was about to start.

At the same time, because the vibration directly spread throughout the entire warship, this caused a soldier who was still taking a nap in the cabin to roll out of bed.

"Well……"

The young warrior clenched his fists, then opened his scarlet eyes that seemed to be filled with anger.

"Tsk, you're still too stupid."

Siegfried, he seemed to wake up just like that.

However, in terms of status, it seems to be so different.

The awakened warrior just looked around, and he noticed the two swords lying on the floor.

Then, he stretched out his hand towards the sword.

However, he was a little cautious, because the two swords were stacked together, so he couldn't help being careless.

In the end, he held the Holy Sword of God's Wrath, but at the same time, his hand accidentally touched the hilt of the Fog Demon Battle Sword.

"hiss"

In an instant, a bone-piercing coolness spread throughout his body.

"Tsk."

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Fights are always so sudden.

But in fact, this was done by Her Royal Highness herself.

She who has been maintaining the highest vigilance has actually realized that this is just an illusion at the very beginning.

Because she deeply understands that her mother is dead, and she has unique attainments in magic.

Although her father, King Gripal, has always lamented that she has no talent in the most mysterious No. 18 rune, she is quite accomplished in the first seventeen runes.

To put it simply, if it wasn't for the higher-ranking guys (gods), or characters like the sage Hodder or her father, King Gripal.

Coupled with a more advanced giant bloodline, she will not be deceived or crushed in these mysterious powers related to magic.

Even if it was a magic specifically aimed at her, with the giant bloodline, she could detect something was wrong even if she couldn't see the flaws instantly, let alone the malice accumulated by the corpses full of obsession in the northern sea.

Also, ghouls have no souls.

They don't know pain, they don't know pain, they don't even know who they are killing.

These corpses that occasionally start to move on their own because of persistent obsessions either have their own goals—most kingdom tombs have the possibility of birthing ghouls.

For example, the ancient king's tomb in Denmark, Harald, the war tooth king, even used ghouls and ghosts to give heroes trials.

However, more ghouls in this world are born from hatred.

The unwillingness before death drove them to move. They may not have memories, but most of them stayed in the great war they experienced during their lifetime.

Those weird roars and howls seemed to have transcended time and space, bringing the ancient hatred into the human world.

So, do these ghouls think that the building boat in front of them is a product of the gods?

No, of course not.

Most of the ghouls are unconscious, strictly speaking, they are even just a wrecked body, and then rely on their obsession to vent the darkness in their hearts.

Therefore, they will attack everything in front of them, and this strange building ship is no exception!

"It's also a ghoul..."

When his big boat was completely hit by a giant, Hilda couldn't help but feel a little lucky in his heart.

What she lacks is nothing more than practical training, but her theoretical knowledge is at the peak level.

As such, she understands the limitations of ghouls.

Compared with her as a living person, the biggest limitation of ghouls is that they can only act on instinct.

After all, fighting is not just a matter of instinct, and more importantly, these things cannot use magic!

'whoosh'

Accompanied by the sound of shaking the sky, the seemingly simple arrows flew out directly.

'crash'

The next moment, with the flickering of the runes, the arrows quickly split to form a rain of arrows.

The flying arrow rain hit the giants' warship like a recoil barrier, nailing the warship into a sieve for a while.

And it's not just that, the rain of arrows even restricted the giants who were about to jump ship and prepare for the boarding battle to the ship.

After all, ghouls are creatures that act on instinct. They can feel the threat from the arrow rain, so naturally they dare not charge rashly.

However, the giant ghoul, who only acts on instinct and theoretically feels threatened, is ultimately unaware of the source of this threat.

Arrow rain is just the first step!

"boom"

The next moment, the arrows nailed into the ship and the rusted shields in their hands turned into flames.

The moment the rune engraved on the arrow came into play, no trace of the arrow itself disappeared, leaving only the blazing flame.

Decaying ghost ships, dry ghouls, even if the temperature of the flames inspired by the runes is not counted, they themselves are excellent combustion aids.

In the end, a giant longship carrying more than 30 giant ghouls became an unrecoverable wreck.

After the ghouls were burned, there was no way to get up again, but as far as Hilda saw, she saw a few sporadic ghouls that didn't seem to be burned clean when they fell into the ocean.

However, these things are irrelevant.

After all, no matter what...

"Vulnerable."

Seeing that she shattered the giant's warship with one blow, she couldn't help showing a smug smile.

Because of the appearance of the flames, the surrounding cold sea breeze seemed to show signs of heating up, and the slightly fiery warmth felt particularly comfortable at this moment.

But before she could be proud, her pride was shattered by a single sentence.

"It's so stupid to make such a big commotion."

Here, there will be no one but Siegfried who speaks.

But for some reason, Hilda always felt something was wrong, because Siegfried had never used such a tone before.

She couldn't help turning her head to look at the man with the rude tone, but just this one glance made her take two steps back.

Manic, restless...

Hilda could clearly feel the giant's blood in his body stirring, which was a kind of vigilance.

Moreover, at this moment, the bloodthirsty crimson in Siegfried's eyes seemed to choose someone to devour.

No matter who is here, I am afraid that this look should belong to a lunatic, a bloodthirsty lunatic with a distorted expression.

However, this kind of eyes appeared on a slightly cold expression.

Yes, Siegfried's expression can only be described as cold.