You and me under the world tree

Chapter 5: Conflict in the Hall of Valor

Today's Valhalla is a little busier than the deserted situation of the previous few days.

Not because of anything else, just because most of the warriors who went to the mortal world - at least two-thirds have returned.

Among the more than 700 heroic warriors, about 600 came back in an instant.

And, it's worth noting that none of them were in high spirits.

Originally, they who have been living in the vast Valhalla hall should drink with high spirits, or compete with each other in martial arts.

But now there is no such performance at all.

The Valhalla Palace in the Glasir Forest is quite conspicuous. Its barriers are made of spears juxtaposed and the top is a shield.

Of course, the reason why Valhalla is special is not because of its palace shape, but because of the angry roars of soldiers fighting in it from time to time.

But today, even though there are still a large number of warriors in Valhalla, there is no voice.

This made some of the Valkyries who were still staying in the palace feel a little overwhelmed.

Although they poured wine for the heroes as usual, their attitude was not as gentle as before.

Some were polite, giving them a gentle smile as they poured their wine, but others were less polite.

The returned soldiers generally looked gloomy. They just drank wine glass after glass, and in the end they almost even blew on the bottle.

And among them, there are only so few parts that are not so gloomy.

Invisibly, the entire banquet hall in Valhalla was subconsciously divided into two parts.

A small number, about a hundred soldiers, sat together, clinking wine glasses with each other, and it seemed a little more lively.

These people are the soldiers responsible for attacking the Rhine Ferry. Although they were disgusted in the previous battles, they fought happily in the final battle.

The exhilaration of charging into battle and fighting each other seemed to awaken their blood that had been silent for a long time.

On the other hand, the atmosphere of the group consisting of about [-] fighters was extremely depressing.

These people were led by Helgi and were responsible for going around and attacking Amstel harbor by sea.

They seemed to be biting the roast wild boar in their hands with some kind of resentment, and then gulped down the delicious sheep's milk wine provided by the god Hedren.

Hedren's goat's milk wine can be regarded as the top wine in God's Domain, and for these heroic warriors who were human before their lives, this is definitely the most delicious wine they have ever drank.

But even such fine wine will make them lose consciousness once they drink too much.

This almost overeating appearance even made Valkyrie worry that they would all collapse here.

And more importantly, the two 'camps' with very different numbers seem to have formed some signs of opposition.

They didn't just vent their anger on the food in their hands. From the current point of view, they seemed to want to vent their anger on other people.

After noticing the angry gazes cast by those 'losers', Simfi Otley just calmly wiped the pork off the metal fork in one gulp.

While chewing the wild boar skewers that were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, Simfi Otley directly wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

Then, after confirming that he had eaten about the same amount, he turned his attention to the robust old man sitting next to him.

Harald the Wartooth King.

The old man ate his food slowly, fully displaying the mature style of the ancient Danish royal family and himself.

But it's worth mentioning that theoretically he should be one of the more than 500 'losers'.

Because when they parted ways, they were obviously in the same group.

However, he didn't bring up the mood of the world, because since he became a heroic warrior, his long life experience will not make him angry because of these trivial things.

"So, what exactly happened to you?" Simfi Otley asked with some curiosity.

"Meet a powerful enemy."

Facing Simfi Otley's question, the King of Wartooth just answered blankly.

But this kind of answer inevitably made Simfi Otley feel delicate.

What is this?

"Aren't you together? Why can't even you be sure?" Simfi Otley asked involuntarily

"Because I'm different from them, I was the first to jump onto the city wall, then let go of the rope, and rushed all the way into the city wall."

Compared with those warriors who would lose their minds for no reason once they went berserk, the King of Wartooth behaved like a qualified soldier.

He has been following the original combat plan, without holding back, and entered the interior all the way.

"What happened outside, I don't know."

Although the Wartooth King's tone was extremely flat, from his old and steady voice, Simfi Otley always felt that he could hear a hint of sarcasm.

Because he took the lead in the charge, he not only had fun but also had no regrets.

"So these people didn't charge in the first place?"

"No, you can't say that. After all, this 'war' is indeed a bit evil. There is a woman holding a magic sword in her hand, and she can't fight with ordinary weapons at all."

Then, the King of Wartooth took a sip of goat's milk wine.

"To be honest, if I were younger, I would probably feel unconvinced."

The problem of this 'surprise battle' is here.

"Those who charged directly like me basically encountered the woman holding the bloody magic sword inside the city wall. There is no way to display martial arts in such a small space, and the only result of being hacked to death is the result of a head-on confrontation."

He paused, and then the expression on his face became a little subtle.

"As for those outside, it goes without saying that they must have met that wizard."

Harald's memory wasn't bad, so he still remembered the cloaked man standing on the city wall.

He remembered the inhuman duel between him and Helgi, which ordinary fighters could not even participate in.

"If it was him who shot, these fighters who only know how to polish their martial arts probably don't have the strength to fight back."

"Hey, that's how it is."

Swirling the goat's milk in the glass, Simfiotley sighed.

Then he smiled, very heartily, even a little prickly.

"It looks like I'm luckier than you guys. At least I played very happily, and I saw my brother grow into an outstanding warrior. There are successors in the Volsung family."

"Me too."

Harald laughed too, because he did too.

"I saw that the tactics passed down to me by the gods have not been lost, and it has also been passed on to a junior who seems very talented."

"Then let's drink."

The two fighters then clashed the cups of bone together.

Their voices were really loud, and the contented hilarity on one side seemed to have aroused dissatisfaction on the other.

"You guys are enough."

Just before Simfi Otley had time to drink, such a voice came from his ear.

Then Siegmund's eldest son narrowed his eyes.

He drank the wine slowly, then raised his head.

"You said... what is enough?"

Chapter 6: Stop talking nonsense!

In fact, Simfi Otley is not an easy guy to get along with.

As the eldest son of Siegmund, he is more irritable than his father in terms of temper, so he is not easy to get along with.

If you want to be friends with him, you have to make him look good.

And more importantly, the word 'forbearance' has never been in his dictionary.

On important occasions during his lifetime, he could still be controlled by people including Siegmund, and after coming to Valhalla, he could also listen to Helgi.

The people around him are the 'shackles' of control for him.

But now, he was first sent back by his brother with the holy sword of divine wrath handed down from his family, while the only other brother who could suppress him through family affection still stayed in the atrium world.

Without anyone's dissuasion, Simfi Otley is equivalent to a beast that has lost its shackles.

And the moment he raised his head, Tian Sheng's bloodthirsty scarlet eyes swept towards them.

Feed on anger and draw strength from extremely extreme, high-pitched emotions.

The blood of the king of the gods is vividly reflected in his body, and the sense of oppression in his eyes at this moment even exceeds that of most fierce beasts.

And it's the same for those Valhalla warriors.

Be a man with your tail between your legs?

No, there is no such reason.

Simfi Otley's personality has not changed in life, so it is the same now after death.

Therefore, when he raised his eyes to look at those fighters, those fighters who had made great achievements in their lifetime couldn't help but feel a chill rushing to their hearts.

Although the chill from the heart wouldn't make them retreat right away, it made them wake up quickly from the hazy drunkenness before.

Then, a breathless terror lingered in their hearts.

Not because of anything else, but on the one hand because of the extremely special status of Simfi Otley itself.

Although it is not as good as Helgi who was welcomed into Valhalla by the gods and then directly appointed as the leader, Simfi Otley is a warrior who was rowed by Odin himself and brought back to the Hall of Valor from the world.

In this respect, they are much better than those fighters who have just entered the God's Domain and have to be selected and tested by the gods to enter the Hall of Valor.

And more importantly, Simfi Otley is not the kind of pure relationship.

The reason why he is favored by the king of the gods, and the reason why he is the favorite warrior of the god king who is not angry and majestic, is because he has extremely strong strength himself.

In the Hall of Valor in Glacier Forest, the warriors may not necessarily live in harmony.

There may be friendly exchanges of martial arts between them, but sometimes violent conflicts break out.

And at the moment when Helgi first caused dissatisfaction and someone was planning to trip up, it was Simfi Otley who stood in front of him.

Then, taking this opportunity, he took the place of his brother who didn't like to show off his strength, and took a sword to severely punish those who refused to accept.

Therefore, Simfi Otley is definitely above the average level of these heroic warriors in terms of force value.

And when he opened his mouth, no one dared to respond for a while.

But then, after the soldiers looked at each other for a while and confirmed each other's existence, they finally heard a voice:

"In the final analysis, the reason why we are here now is not because of your brother's 'strategy'."

The so-called 'dissatisfaction' is not so easy to eliminate after all.

Even though they were once blocked by Simfi Otley, Helgi still suffered from this kind of 'maliciousness'.

Although if you use your brain carefully, you can basically see that this problem has nothing to do with Helji.

This is purely a gap in hard power.

But the logic of the facts does not mean that the people have it. These warriors who were given the secret of berserk by the gods and killed a lot in their own era have long been intoxicated by their own pride and cannot extricate themselves.

This kind of obvious thing can be understood even by Simfi Otley himself, and he is very self-aware.

Maybe it's because he has a younger brother with outstanding talent, and because of the existence of other elder comrades-in-arms, he never thinks how smart he is.

"So, you think it's my brother's fault?" Simfi Otley responded.

The sarcasm on his face did not change, but the little brilliance in the scarlet eyes symbolized his not very peaceful heart.

His emotions were a little high.

Even at this moment, his high pitch was a threat in itself.

Because anyone who has fought or sparred with Simfi Otley knows that the moment when this fighter's fighting power is the strongest is when his emotions reach their peak.

However, this time was different.