You and me under the world tree

Those soldiers always have resentment in their hearts.

"Isn't it? Don't you dare say so?"

"No, of course it is, knowing that it is indeed my brother Helgi who sets the strategy."

Facing the dissatisfied stares of those soldiers, Simfi Otley shook his head.

His words made the already tense atmosphere relax for a moment.

However, the relaxation was only for a moment, because soon, Simfi Otley laughed.

"Tsk tsk, it's really embarrassing for my brother to bring you stinky fish and rotten shrimp who only know how to rely on others."

"Sinfi Otley!"

After all, he was the one who once teamed up with Helgi on the battlefield to overwhelm the Hengding family in various senses. Simfi Otley can also be described as excellent in terms of 'taunting'.

Anyway, the scolding battle between Simfi Otley and Helge against the three Glenn Marr brothers was even completely recorded by the poets and regarded as some kind of classic.

Moreover, it is worth mentioning that Simfi Otley is still restrained now.

If the firepower is really fully fired, the ancestors of these people in front of them will probably be scolded together.

But now, he doesn't have the intention to scold too much, because it doesn't make sense to show such a quick tongue now.

"I just have one question, since you guys think it's my brother's fault, can you come up with an effective solution yourself?"

Then, no response.

Simfi Otley's voice was so loud that it even echoed directly in the hall of the banquet.

But in response to his words, the soldiers did not respond.

To put it bluntly, they have no solution.

"I don't know what happened to you, but I can guess it."

Seeing the gloomy fighters with different expressions, Simfi Otley couldn't help but laugh.

Then, a cruel sarcasm appeared on the beast-like face of Siegmund's eldest son.

"To put it bluntly, you are still jealous of my brother."

Among Valhalla's fighters, quite a few fighters have extremely long experience.

They were brought back to the Hall of Valor in their proudest and most powerful period, where they have always upheld their pride.

Originally, there wasn't any 'leader' in Valhalla, even the ancient Wartooth King was on an equal footing with them.

Although they are not called brothers and sisters, they are not standing on top of them.

Even the ancient Wartooth King and the Ring Seward had never been like this, so what qualifications does Siegmund's second son who descended directly from the air have?

"Since my brother gained the trust of the gods, you have been dissatisfied, but this dissatisfaction has nowhere to vent, and I directly suppressed it with force."

However, being suppressed does not mean disappearing.

"Now it's just an opportunity for you to vent, but it's a pity, this venting can actually only show your incompetence."

Can't come up with a better solution, but picks and chooses the solution proposed by the leader.

"I doubt very much, what merits do you have in you to be able to work with me in this Valhalla!"

'boom'

In the end, Siegmund's eldest son didn't sit still any longer, and he slammed the bone-polished wine glass on the table.

Moreover, his strength is really not small, even the entire dining table used to allow more than 800 warriors to eat together shook.

Among them, the king of war teeth sitting next to him felt particularly strongly.

As for why it was said to be strong, it was because the barbecue on his table was directly shaken to the ground.

"Ugh."

However, he didn't care about anything, and just took Simfi Otley's barbecue over.

"you owe me."

"Ah."

"Don't be so arrogant! Simfi Otley!"

Just as the king of war teeth continued to slice the fat and tender wild pork slowly, those soldiers were finally aroused by the soldiers who had been mocking them all the time.

"Hmph, am I arrogant?" After wiping his slightly greasy hands with the tablecloth, he directly pulled out the sword hanging on his seat.

It is not a defective product produced in the world, but a weapon given to the heroic warriors by the gods.

Their weapons are generally custom-made, in line with their fighting habits during their lifetime.

And adhering to the excellent tradition of the Volsung family, Simfiotley's weapon is a two-handed sword.

"I think it should be that you have forgotten what 'war' is!"

'boom'

Finally, the blade of the sharp sword hit the shiny floor.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, come on if you have the guts, let's have a good 'communication'!"

Chapter 7: To fight out

Simfi Otley was never afraid of war, and he was never afraid of battle.

Rather, he has always enjoyed fighting, even enjoying the pain caused by the blade cutting his body.

He is the 'Natural Warrior' loved by the King of the Gods. Since childhood, he is not only free from fear, pain but also makes him laugh out loud.

The fighters present generally know the 'test' that Simfi Otley had when he was a child.

The clothes were sewn to the skin with a needle and thread, and then violently ripped apart.

This kind of pain is difficult even for ordinary adults to accept, but Simfi Otley, who is still a child, laughed.

In fact, even in Midgard, such children... or such adults are rare.

From childhood to adulthood, Simfi Otley has been exceptionally different. He is even more of a 'Volsunger' than his father Siegmund.

And now, when he has grown up and is standing in the Hall of Valor.

Against him are heroes from all ages.

'Swish'

At this moment, they all drew out their weapons one after another.

Because this is a dining table, most of them mainly use swords, and as for spears, they stand outside and use them as walls.

However, even if they themselves had drawn out their weapons, the two sides began a round of stalemate.

On one side were three-figure warriors. Although their armor was still on the seats, they seemed to have a chilling air.

After all, they are the elite fighters chosen by the gods. In their respective eras, they are undoubtedly the protagonists.

And when they subconsciously huddled together, the aura that came from the front was enough to scare most people out of their wits.

But unfortunately, there are no ordinary people here.

And in terms of momentum, they have actually lost.

Not because of anything else, just because they are facing only one person.

Simfi Otley stood there, even though the hundreds of fighters on the opposite side had taken out their weapons, he didn't care.

Step by step, he moved forward slowly.

Compared with him, those soldiers who originally showed gloomy expressions all showed solemn expressions.

No one stepped forward, because no one wanted to be the first bird.

After all, most of them have had a head-on confrontation with Simfi Otley.

Moreover, even the few remaining people who have no conflicts have opinions on Helgi. The reason why they did not fight against Siegmund's eldest son is that they were shocked by his performance in battle.

If it's one-on-one, I'm afraid no one here can defeat him.

They all had this kind of cognition in their hearts, so when Simfi Otley approached, they just looked at each other without any action.

In this situation, not to mention other things, the momentum alone was overwhelmed.

"500 people were forced to retreat by one person, this kind of thing will make people laugh to death." Harald said

But at this moment, he didn't intend to stop it.

Even the surrounding soldiers who were eating barbecue and drinking sheep's milk wine in harmony were also watching.

Of course, some of them feel bad.

"This is no longer the category of 'discussion'?"

"Anyway, it doesn't matter. You can get treatment if you are injured, and you can be clean for a while if you are killed. Anyway, you won't really die."

"I'm not talking about this question..."

"It's not a big deal, it's all self-inflicted anyway."

It is simple in the hearts of those who do not stop, or even dissuade, the fighters who want to stop.

This is not just a matter of life and death, the most important thing is that they can still watch a good show.

Anyway, don't care about your own business.

And after the topic of these fighters who acted as spectators went further and further away, the king of war teeth finally brought this topic back.

"Come on, cheers."

With just one sentence, all the soldiers present raised their wine glasses.

The king of ancient Denmark, he still has to give face.

Whether it is clinking glasses or toasting from a distance, in short, this aspect must be done properly.

"None of you are willing to come forward." Finally, Simfi Otley said

He just dragged his sword like this, the blade was rubbing sparks on the ground, and his scarlet eyes were also fixed on these people in front of him.

In the end, he couldn't help shaking his head.

"Since none of you are willing to move forward, let me break the deadlock!"

Simfi Oatley then made his move on it.

With the ear-piercing sound caused by the friction of the blades, he rushed in front of those soldiers in a few breaths.

And until this moment, those fighters who were still facing each other felt as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Simfi Otley is no ordinary fighter after all.

His previous seemingly contrived behavior certainly had a deterrent meaning in it, but more importantly, he really wanted to fight.

Therefore, they realized that it was too late to jump away.

"madman……"

When Simfi Otley swung his sword with irresistible momentum, the warrior who was too late to jump away could only raise his shield to block it.

'clang'

The weapons bestowed by the gods are consistent in terms of material and workmanship, so naturally there is no scene of being cut off directly under the collision.

However, the warrior felt as if his arm was about to break after taking a hard slash from Simfi Otley.

He had to bend down and half kneel on the ground with his legs.

And just as Simfi Otley was about to launch a round of pursuit, a burst of thunder flashed across.

God's Domain is different from the human world.

Midgard has a normal season rotation, but in God's Domain, the sound of thunder can only mean one thing: the coming of the gods.

And it must be a god related to this aspect.

The next moment, under the slightly anxious and expectant eyes of the warriors, a woman walked into the palace.

Then, she just happened to see the hundreds of warriors surrounded by black crowds.