You and me under the world tree

Before Dietrich could reply, the sound of the robe being torn off made the atmosphere of the scene even more subtle.

"The robe he wore didn't fit too loosely, and he didn't wear armor, which was not worn by a guard. There may be two reasons for this. , probably because of something wrong with the surface of his skin."

"what is the problem?"

"???"

Just when Hela asked casually, Dietrich's gaze at her became more and more strange.

Even at the end, there was a lingering astonishment in her eyes.

"You are in charge of the epidemic, you ask me this?"

When Dietrich said that, Hela couldn't help curling her lips.

"I didn't spread this plague, how do I know the details?"

Unknowingly, Hela and Dietrich started arguing over trivial matters.

And these are obviously irrelevant to Hodder.

What's more, he doesn't want to care about these.

At this time, he just tore off the robe of the unconscious guard.

But the moment he saw his body, Hodder frowned.

Because what appeared in front of his eyes were those large and small pustules, which spread all over the guard's body, whether it was on the shoulders, arms, or neck.

At first glance, even Hodder would feel his scalp tingling.

But after all, he has seen big storms, no matter what, the person in front of him is still alive, and there is still a way to save him.

So, he just unscrewed the cork and poured the bottle of potion on his body.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his hand to draw the sequence of healing runes.

The healing magic derived from the second rune involves spiritual comfort, physical pain suppression, and physical restoration.

Naturally, as the source of 'healing magic', the second rune also naturally included healing at the disease level.

In fact, it is not difficult for people who are proficient in magic to directly treat common diseases.

But the current situation is different after all...

The objects presented in front of Huo De could not be described as 'ordinary' at all, because when Huo De used the potion as a medium to deeply contact the disease in the guard's body, he noticed an unusual resistance.

To sum it up, it's divine power.

Although it was just the residual power of trouble, Hodder still frowned.

Because it resided in the guard's body like a parasite, and this divine power was even pulling the guard's soul continuously, guiding him to the end of death.

After realizing this, Hodder couldn't help frowning.

He felt like he had gotten something wrong from the start.

This time, the epidemic may have been an exposed form of expression from the very beginning, but its true interior is just a kind of death power.

And it's not that painless death.

This is death after suffering from illness, and the speed of death is not slow.

In other words, theoretically, the guard in front of him wouldn't last long.

After realizing this, Hodder directly changed his thinking about magic.

At first, he wanted to use magic to expel the disease in the guard's body directly and violently, but after thinking about it carefully, it was not that simple.

After all, can such fragile human beings endure the direct conflict between magic and so-called divine power?

Regarding this point, Hodder did not dare to take risks, so in the end, he chose the safest idea.

repression...

To put it simply, first try to help him take care of his body and reduce the risk of death.

Perhaps in the eyes of mortals, the so-called magic seems to be omnipotent, but only those who have really come into contact with it can understand the limit of this kind of thing.

In the end, Hodder pressed down with his hands, and the magic glow directly penetrated into the body of the guard along with the potion.

"puff!"

In the end, the guard spit out a mouthful of black blood, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"I'm alive?"

He asked in a daze.

Facing his slightly sad question, Hodder affirmed this point.

"Well, you're still alive."

For this kind of people who have just come back from life and death, what they need most is the affirmation of survival.

However, after hearing this, the guard did not show the joy of surviving the disaster.

At this moment, he couldn't care less about the fact that the robes on his body were all torn.

Because he suddenly began to cry.

At this moment, in the suffocatingly dark town, there was only the young guard crying like a child:

"Master Sage! So many people died! So many people really died!"

Chapter 6: Worries, Choices

The so-called survival is a test and a pain.

This is not nonsense, but a fact, especially in the face of disasters that cannot be countered by manpower.

The dead are naturally unfortunate, because they have never done anything wrong, and some so-called natural disasters have come directly to their heads.

They obviously still have a better tomorrow, and they are still planning their lives for tomorrow, but their lives were directly taken away.

However, this does not mean that the survivors are necessarily luckier than the dead.

It is a blessing to be able to survive, but these living people often have to bear the obsession of the dead and bear the pressure that the dead can no longer bear.

And that's what happened to the guard in front of him.

At this moment, no one could accuse the guard of being weak.

Neither Huo De, Dietrich, nor Hela could do this, because they didn't realize the pressure on this young man.

Hodder, though, thought he might somehow understand the pressure the young man was under.

This has nothing to do with the so-called wars and killings. It is just watching a natural disaster that mortals are unable to resist and slowly eroding the lives of people around them.

"A lot of people died! A lot of people died!"

Just when the young guard was hoarse, Hodder slowly extended his hand.

He gently stroked the young man's head, and his voice seemed to have quietened down.

"Son, what you have done is good enough. Until the last moment, you stick to your post."

"However, a lot of people really died, my lord, I'm really scared!"

fear, pain...

This is what they fear in the face of a calamity against which they are unable.

And the weeping of vulnerability that the young guard so displayed meant that he had reached the limit of what he could bear.

For him...or even for the entire Diefenter, the sage who came here meant hope.

After a long and desperate wait, they finally waited for help.

It was also for this reason that he was so excited before.

Even because of that excitement and relaxation, his originally insisted will relax a little bit, and then he fell down directly.

In fact, he should have fallen too.

It's just because of his youth and his firm will that he was able to maintain his sobriety amidst the pain of pus all over his body.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of this."

Touching the top of the young man's head, Hodder said.

Under the hood, his expression was gloomy and terrifying.

Because he realized one important thing:

time!

How long has it been since now?

Hodder couldn't help but raise his head at this moment.

Under the dark hood, his slightly cloudy eyes just stared at the sky.

In his eyes, the clear sky and the dazzling sunlight were extremely dazzling.

Even, it inexplicably reveals a coldness that shouldn't be there.

"From the time we received the news, it took only two hours to rush over, and it took only four hours to go back and forth. According to the letter, it seems that the plague broke out last night, and it didn't take more than one night."

Just for one night.

This news hit the hearts of everyone except Hela like a heavy hammer.

Also as a 'mortal' born in Midgard, Dietrich is quite sensitive to time.

"Never before has a plague erupted so quickly."

"Of course not... It's hard for me to imagine what kind of scene can make a young man who should have mustered up his courage show such a painful expression."

Having said that, Hodder couldn't help raising his hand.

His leather-gloved fingers gently smoothed the young guard's messy hair, and then wiped away his extremely cloudy tears.

"Son, the reason why I came here is to solve the problems here."

"Your Majesty the Sage..."

"Tell me the specific situation, and tell me where your mayor is."

"The mayor ordered the entire town to be closed, ordered us to call for help from the surrounding fortresses, and asked for a blockade. Then he locked himself in the administrative hall alone."

"Well, children, thank you for your hard work. I will visit your mayor and learn about the situation here."

"Your Majesty, I beg you, please solve the matter here."

"Of course, as I said, I will solve it. I came here to solve things here."

After appeasing the crying guard, Huo De took two steps back a little.

Immediately afterwards, he moved his gaze to Hela.

Under this gaze, Hela couldn't help shrinking her neck.

"Aren't you expecting me to make a move?"

At this moment, Hela's expression was somewhat innocent.

But behind that innocence, there is still a hint of reminder.

"You should understand that it's not safe here."

Hela doesn't feel any repulsion towards the power she controls.

Regardless of how it was before, at least for now, that power is what she depends on for a living.

But, most importantly, this is the world.

As a place of natural disasters, Diffintel has been watched by the gods from the very beginning, and this attention is definitely greater than before.

"Maybe you can maintain the magic barrier all the time to block their sight and perception, but they will know what will happen here after all, and once there is a means of elimination other than 'magic'..."

Hela didn't continue talking.

But Hodder could fully understand what she wanted to express.

The current Hela cannot be the Nether Queen, she must be Brunhilde, because according to the plan, there is a high probability that she will return to the gods to play the role of a shadow or an eyeliner.