You and me under the world tree

"The so-called regent Elmrich, this man once used the name of the gods and forged miracles to launch a coup. He and Sifka joined forces with the greedy queen to deceive everyone."

"..."

After hearing Helmold's words, Wittig's pupils shrank subconsciously.

Hermod is an envoy of the gods, and as a representative of the gods walking in the world, his status is much higher than that of most Valkyries.

And his words represent the gods!

In this case, what he said is equivalent to confirming those facts.

Even at this moment, his cold and frightened thoughts suddenly returned to half a year ago.

That was the night when he completely broke with the prince whom he once loyal to.

He still remembered the fire that burned the entire palace that night.

And in that group of flames, he competed with that man.

The man who has his own loyalty, will never waver, and will never doubt.

Herme Studas.

"Wittig! Answer me! What you call justice is that false, forged miracle? In your eyes, that palace minister is more noble than His Majesty the King?"

"Fake... a miracle?"

"Yes, forgery, today's Gothic... To be precise, Elmrich is a quagmire. The gods don't want you to be deceived, and they don't want you to work for such a person anymore."

Hermod just stared at the half-elf warrior.

"You have a noble bloodline, and Etzel is more noble than you. If you are loyal to him, it will not be considered a disgrace to your pursuit all along."

My...pursuit?

"Well, that's it. I'm just here to pass on the advice of the gods. We have always looked after you, Wittig. Don't be troubled by lies anymore. You should understand who you really owe your allegiance to. We believe you make the right choices.”

Finally, Hermod walked slowly outside the gate.

Under Wittig's gaze, he didn't say anything else.

After all, the attitude of the gods towards humans has always been like this.

Even though there are various appeals in the mainland, and he is expected to do so, he must not break that cognition and common sense.

That is, an air of mystery must be maintained.

Even the admonitions stop there.

Because the gods want to tell humans that they are superior, and the nature of many human behaviors has nothing to do with them.

What they choose is the ultimate winner, and human beings have to ask the gods, so they need to make offerings and sacrifices.

It's the gods who give heroes a chance, not the gods needing humans to do something.

On this basis, Hermod can also play a few emotional cards.

Before, it was to analyze the pros and cons, but now it is to give a reminder:

"I think, you have been traveling for so many years, you are young and energetic, you should not go home to see it?"

"..."

Finally, Wittig bowed his head.

He looked as if he was thinking, and Hermod felt that he had roughly said what he had to say.

In his opinion, people who cherish feathers like Wittig will never stand in one camp until death.

He used to be able to betray because of the 'stain' anger that the prince carried, and he can do the same now.

Because Elmrich was no longer worthy of allegiance.

'call out'

With the brilliance like a shooting star, Hermod disappeared in place.

And this scene completely dimmed the remaining light in Wittig's eyes.

In fact, until Hermod left, he still had a glimmer of expectation in his heart.

Maybe this so-called angel is fake?

It's just a blindfolded by the Hungarian king.

In fact, he really wanted the man to be just a fake if he could.

But to his disappointment, he didn't notice any 'abnormality' until the moment Hermod disappeared.

This is true whether it is the real senses or magic exploration.

He didn't notice any trace of magic, even if he left completely.

In other words, what he uses is only his own 'speed'.

And in this world, the only one who can do this is the real envoy, the legendary speed god Hermod.

So in that case, what he said...

"Pursue……"

Wittig chewed the word slowly.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that his brain seemed to be rusted.

Not only was the rotation very slow, but he also felt very dazed.

Speaking of which, what exactly is my pursuit?

Ah, right.

It is becoming a hero, becoming a hero that everyone admires and has a high reputation.

He closed his eyes.

With the rotation of his brain, scenes from the past appeared in front of his eyes.

He once beheaded the giant who caused the disaster in Gitland, but he only accepted part of the king's reward as a reward.

Although the king of Gitland had also hinted at him, as long as he raised this point, he was willing to marry his daughter.

But at that time, he refused.

Then he started traveling again.

After hearing that Ike, the giant warrior of Jotunheim, had come to Midgard, he began to follow his trail.

Because when his father was young, he once forged a set of armor that ordinary people couldn't wear, but this armor was taken away by giants.

Afterwards, it went through several transfers and finally got into the hands of Ike.

That's why he started tracking Ike.

However, when he managed to trace Ike's trace, what he learned was that the giant warrior had died under Prince Dietrich.

Because of this, he directly changed the challenge target.

On the one hand, it is to defeat the already famous strong to gain fame, and on the other hand, it is to get back his father's early works.

However, he lost.

Even with the power of the holy sword Mimonger, all he can do is break the prince's refracting helmet.

After that, he joined the prince and became the so-called number one warrior.

In the end, a few years of slightly leisurely life were spent among several large and small battles.

Finally broke completely.

"I said earlier that you don't deserve to be a hero at all!"

"Stand up! Idiot! I will beat you to death today!"

"Dieter Heil is not qualified to inherit the Gothic Kingdom at all, and King Dietermar has only one child of His Royal Highness Dietrich. Do you know what this means?"

"This means that everything you pursue and believe in is a joke!"

Suddenly, he felt his heart ache.

Why am I still standing here now?

"Next time, I won't hold back, because at that time, we don't have any reason to show mercy. Just indulge in your heroic dreams, Wittig."

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Today is still two more, I will adjust and adjust again, I don’t know why I took a nap for three hours, and I am a little lethargic.

Chapter 53: Survive

At this moment, Wittig's mind was extremely confused.

Even the act of 'thinking' alone is an extravagant luxury for him.

He just stood in his room, staring at the empty door.

Unknowingly, a sense of sleepiness gradually began to linger in his mind.

The exhaustion of the body washes over the brain like this.

This was something he had never thought of before.

After all, why is 'thinking' such a difficult thing?

"call……"

Taking a deep breath, he closed the door that Hermod had opened before.

The tired warrior finally just sat on the bed.

Suddenly, he suddenly felt that the armor made by his father was too heavy, so heavy that he couldn't even stand up.

He wanted a good night's sleep if he could.

But at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

'Boom dong dong'

"Is Lord Wittig there?"

The cautious voices of the young soldiers came from outside the door.

The moment he heard that voice, the soldier subconsciously restrained his emotions, and even adjusted his expression.

In the past half a year, he has finally fully learned what a leader should do—especially what an army leader should do.

For example, adjust your emotions.

If it was before, he would not have cared about this aspect at all.

Although he has the title of lord and a small territory, he never needs to participate in too much military affairs.

At that time, all he needed to do was to wave the holy sword Mimonger in his hand on the battlefield, and use his heroic fighting posture to inspire and motivate the soldiers.

In fact, at the beginning, he didn't understand what kind of difference and change there was.

And it wasn't until now, after he took command of these frontier legions and fought hard here, that he understood this aspect.

In the past, the reason why he didn't need to care about other people, or even adjust his expression, was because no one would pay attention to his thoughts.

To be precise, even though many fighters would pay attention to him because of his heroic fighting posture, those fighters cared more about the 'Prince' they were all loyal to.

Even if the soldiers were uneasy, as long as they saw the prince and the long-famous Hiltebrand standing there confidently, the panic in their hearts would disappear.

To put it bluntly, this is the pressure that only the supreme commander on the battlefield will bear.

And once under the command of Prince Dietrich, he didn't need to bear his own pressure.

Because in terms of status, Dietrich is the highest.

In terms of fame, weapon master Hiltebrand is the No. 1 Gothic.