You and me under the world tree

For a well-trained corps, it takes nearly a whole day to march 100 kilometers in a state of rapid march, and this is still in the situation of only pursuing speed and minimum combat effectiveness.

However, anyone who has confronted the sage on the frontal battlefield...or anyone who knows the character of the man named Horde knows that he has never pursued any speed.

The marching speed can be slowed down, but the combat effectiveness and supplies of the legion must be maintained in an optimal state.

Based on this point of deliberation, it can be confirmed that in about two or three days, the Fog Demon Legion named after Hagen's nickname and the Raven Legion under Halff will march to the city.

And more importantly, for the current king of Burgundy, the so-called two days and three days are actually no different from one day.

Because he has no power to fight back.

The Netherlands on the frontal battlefield is invincible, and today's Burgundy Kingdom has experienced this again after more than half a century since the last large-scale war.

Moreover, this time was more tragic than the last time.

The legendary hero who belongs to the Volsong clan alone—the holy sword Gulam can release the light of divine wrath no longer seems to be the exclusive power of the descendant Siegfried.

There have been rumors in the mortal world that the holy sword of wrath, Gulam, is a holy sword that symbolizes the glory of the Volsung family, and the holy sword of glory, Adilin, symbolizes the souls of dead warriors in the Netherlands.

It is rumored that as long as the sword of glory is approved, the heroic souls who fought for the Netherlands will help the sword owner to be invincible on the battlefield.

Is the legend true or false?

As a mortal, of course, Gunter would not understand it, let alone tell it apart. In their eyes, the radiance emitted by the reforged Sword of Glory Aidilin seemed to be the same as the Holy Sword of God's Wrath.

But no matter what, the destructive power is real.

Just like when Siegfried attacked the Hengding clan, he directly split the thick fortress with his sword, the sage has not done anything else since he held the sword of glory, but used the sword to tear down all the barriers in front of him , Clear the way for the army under his command.

It's ridiculous to say that some people once doubted the power of this so-called Holy Sword of Glory.

At his own coronation ceremony, Siegfried did not fail to show its style, but at that time, some people still thought that the sword of Adilin was just a show.

He thinks that no matter how grand the Kingdom of the Netherlands is, it will never leave a real holy sword alone—no matter what its name is, it should only have a glamorous appearance.

After all, Siegfried placed it in the mausoleum in front of everyone's eyes, in the hands of the warrior sculpture just in front of the stele.

Some conspiracy theorists even think that this is a bait set by the Netherlands, because once someone has some bad thoughts about the Sword of Glory in the Royal Tomb and takes action, they can give it a hard blow.

Eventually, this narrative gradually became mainstream.

Because it had to go mainstream.

Only when such sayings become the mainstream, will the attraction of the Sword of Edilin to the various kingdoms be greatly reduced, and they will be prevented from further stepping into the 'trap' in their eyes.

However, no matter how they comforted them, when the holy sword Adilin displayed a destructive power on the battlefield that was not inferior to what Gulam had shown, all these so-called rumors were self-defeating.

Aidilin is an invincible holy sword, and it is a new holy sword recast from the remains of the former holy sword of wrath.

And holding such a holy sword in his hand, the sage who once made the lords and old kings of the Burgundy Kingdom change their countenance is slowly coming.

Three days later, the flag of the Fog Demon was already flying in front of the royal city of Worms.

There is only the Fog Demon Legion here, because the Raven Legion, under the leadership of Harf, had already left the team yesterday to set up a defense line and block reinforcements that might come from surrounding fortresses and fortresses.

This is almost like a replica of the original attack on the Hengding Clan, but the only difference is that this time there are fewer people.

In the face of powerful strength, the aura of the two legions has skyrocketed to the peak, but under their oppression, each and every lord can be regarded as surrendering upon hearing the news.

The seemingly complete and unified Kingdom of Burgundy fell apart instantly under this violent oppression.

"Humph……"

Thinking of these inexplicable bad things, Gunter, who was sitting on his throne, couldn't help but sighed deeply.

At this time, there was no one in the court.

Most of the residents were dismissed and fled for their lives.

And he has not yet reached the point where he likes to tie the citizens to his chariot like the Hengding clan.

At this time, what His Majesty the King sitting on the throne can do is to repeatedly deduce the war situation between the Netherlands and Burgundy.

In the end, he had to admit one thing.

The elite army of the Kingdom of Burgundy, which he was proud of, had no chance of winning at all.

Even if there is, it is very small, and it must all be pinned on leading the elite troops to travel by water and surprise the king's city.

But this strategy has failed. The Kingdom of the Netherlands has produced a large number of talented people, and the little Zhanxiong Bodwall is even more outstanding in the defensive battle.

dissatisfaction, pain...

This kind of mood lingers deep in Gunter's heart, and now he really can't do anything, he can only wait here quietly for the end of his kingdom.

This kingdom that was painstakingly managed by his father, king and queen mother, this kingdom that was passed down to him, seems to be gone just like that.

It disappeared without feeling, it disappeared too fast.

"call……"

Suddenly, he felt someone put a hand on his shoulder.

This action made him startled subconsciously, and then a lingering sense of crisis emerged in his heart.

But when he raised his head, he felt sour in front of his eyes.

Because the figure in front of him is his father...

And behind his aged father were his brother Gaernot and his sister Krimhild.

After that, there are those courtiers who usually stay in the court, and they also smile and watch him as the king.

"Feeling tired?"

"Yes……"

"If you're tired, take a rest."

rest……

When hearing this word, Gunter subconsciously felt extremely tired.

He really wants to rest for a while, so should he close his eyes?

Looking at the incomparably kind face of the father and king in front of him, and then at the smiling brothers and sisters.

The tiredness gradually surfaced in his heart, and he did close his eyes.

But this is not for 'sleep', even though he is indeed quite uncomfortable and sleepy after several days without sleep, his spirit and will are not weak enough to be fooled and deceived in this way.

"There is no point in doing this, sage of the Volsung family."

When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was still a sad and dark environment.

And in the middle, the man in the armor of the evil dragon stood opposite him.

At the same time, he was holding a flag in his hand.

Banner of the Mist Demons...

Fog devils are dwarves!

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The court remained empty.

Even if he did have some hallucinations before - the hallucinations that make people want to fall asleep, it still doesn't change the fact that he has lost.

And now, the war executive and sage who commanded the Raven Legion and the Fog Demon Legion stood in front of him.

Maybe it was because he knew that he was about to come to an end. At this moment, Gunter suddenly felt a little cold in his body.

That man, the sage of the Volsung clan, made him feel an inexplicable coldness.

"If you just fall asleep like this, maybe you don't have to feel so uncomfortable."

In Gunter's sight, such a voice came from the cold evil dragon's armor.

To be honest, this should be the first time that Gunter really felt the terror displayed by the man in front of him.

This doesn't even have anything to do with strategy, strategic suppression, or one's own failure. It doesn't even have anything to do with the victory or defeat of the kingdom.

At this moment, what Gunter felt was only the purest coldness.

This feeling is like encountering a ferocious beast in the middle of predation, and this seems to come from the oppression at the species level, and this fear seems to come from the instinct of the body.

After realizing this, Gunter's first reaction was not to re-examine the identity of the man in front of him, but to introspect.

In the past, as a king, he would have repeatedly weighed the identity of the sage, carefully looking for the source of the inexplicable sense of oppression.

But now, it may be because he has already understood that it is meaningless to pursue that sense of oppression, because he has no way to counteract it.

Under such circumstances, his face showed a hint of stubbornness instead.

How could it be possible to show cowardice and fear again?

Clenching his fists tightly, Gunter gritted his teeth.

Finally, he laughed:

"Unfortunately, my father often taught me not to indulge in fantasy, so I have a little confidence in my willpower...at least."

"But it can't change the reality. Accepting the reality will only make yourself more painful."

The sage's tone was light.

Because to him, what he was doing now was nothing more than idle talk.

Moreover, now he is too lazy to exchange pleasantries at all, and he doesn't even bother to make up nonsense, he is just stating the bloody facts.

just the facts...

Although facing reality has always been a character praised by human beings, when it becomes extremely heavy, the so-called "escape" that was once criticized seems to be an understandable thing.

And that was the case for Gunther.

To the sage who holds the banner of the Fog Demon, this is just some kind of seemingly insignificant 'reality'.

However, this fact hit his heart like a heavy hammer.

The pain and the chill all over his body almost made his body bend down completely.

"The so-called hallucinations can't change anything at all. Rather, the previous hallucinations made me breathe a sigh of relief, and I always feel that I can calm down."

"Then why did you give up in the end?"

"Because I realized something..."

Facing the sage's gaze, Gunter laughed again.

Maybe it was because he hadn't slept for several days, his smile looked crazy, like a wraith or a ghost.

However, he is still human, at least for now.

"If I really accepted that illusion, I would feel bad conscience, because I lost everything, I lost everything."

Gunter's so-called persistence sounds confusing, at least most people will definitely be a little bit overwhelmed when they hear these words for the first time.

But Hodder felt that he could understand Gunther.

To put it bluntly, the young king's current mood is completely inclined to a kind of self-punishment.

When it came to the last moment, he definitely didn't want to usher in the 'end' that was so bland that even he couldn't feel it.

"Actually, it doesn't matter at all. You have tried your best."

try my best...

Maybe these words were spoken by other people, and Gunther could feel some comfort more or less.

However, these words were spoken by his opponent.

Even though Gunter had already agreed with this to a certain extent in his heart, at the same time, the only self-esteem in his heart burst out in an instant.

"Do your best...you call this your best."

At this moment, Gunter felt that he suddenly wanted to say a lot, and these words had even reached his lips.

However, when he really opened his mouth, he had nothing to say.

Because when you think about it, he really has nothing to say.

Say you didn't try your best?

Said that he still has many strategies that he has not used?