You and me under the world tree

"Are you serious?"

"You shouldn't have anything to worry about, right? There's no point in staying here."

"how about you?"

"I'm different."

After hearing Ilmin's question, Walter shook his head.

"My mother is still waiting for me to come home."

He had already emphasized this point, but this time it was different.

At this moment, Walter's voice was filled with some lingering helplessness.

"I can't escape, so I either go home full of glory, or die here. I think the pension is enough for my mother."

"Humph."

Finally, Ilmin reached out and patted Walter on the shoulder.

"Then I'll stay too. It's not so easy to be a deserter or something."

Just before the two young and bright warriors left War Executive Wittig's room.

No one knows what their future fate will be.

Of course, they didn't know at the moment that their previous conversation had actually fallen into the ears of their chief general.

As a half-elf, Wittig inherited not only the natural handsome appearance of the elves, but also their excellent and sensitive senses.

And those two young people would not know that in the room, the powerful warrior who had always looked immobile and always reassuring was casually throwing his holy sword aside at this moment.

He just squatted on the ground, and his body slowly leaned against the wall.

As for the eyes, they have been placed on the few potatoes that have long been cold.

"Humanity, Glory, Heroes, Life, Failure."

Wittig's eyes were slightly dull, and his eyes were red, just staring at the potatoes in his hand.

The conversation between the two young men at the door made him realize the fragility and strength of these mortals living in the mortal world.

Obviously able to survive, but can stay for the sake of friends.

Obviously there is a way to save his own life, but he fights to protect his mother who is right behind him.

They don't seem to have those messy things in their minds, and they don't even have the kind of loyalty that Studas kept talking about.

To put it bluntly, their power source seems to be very simple.

Just being someone can make them come forward.

family, mother...

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

Suddenly, Hermod's words suddenly began to linger in his mind.

It had to be said that he was indeed thinking of his father at this moment.

The father who lives in seclusion in the deep mountains has long been out of the world, and he seems to have always been so gentle.

Thinking of this, Wittig even took out the rainbow rune stone that he kept close to him. Even under the moonlight shining through the window, the rainbow rune stone was shining brightly.

For Wittig, as long as he is activated, he can return to the starting point of his life and journey—his home.

However, there is something wrong with this.

he can't leave...

After realizing this, he suddenly clenched the rainbow rune stone in his hand.

He can't leave.

What happens to the Eastern Conference if he leaves?

Once the eastern defense line is overwhelmed, countless Gothic civilians will be exposed under the iron hoof of Hungary.

The war will definitely affect them.

"To put it bluntly, you're just a selfish bastard."

Suddenly, he thought of Studus' abuse of him again.

He still remembers his face contorted with anger.

It must have been outrageous.

"You're right, Studus, I may really be a selfish brute."

In a room alone, Wittig whispered.

"However, it is slightly different from what you said."

At this moment, perhaps it was some kind of hallucination, the scene in his memory suddenly appeared before his eyes.

The dragonblood warriors of Gitland taunted him to the utmost.

"Don't brag about the banner of morality and justice. To put it bluntly, you only care about your own reputation."

"Yes, I do like fame very much. I am eager to be famous, but what I really pursue is the sense of security in my heart. Yes, what I pursue is only the flag."

He once refused the king's suggestion, only received rewards and ignored the princess.

That's because he didn't think he was killing giants for a woman.

He will definitely draw his sword to help when he sees injustice, it is because he is not used to this aspect of things.

Because being a good person, being a hero who follows universal morality makes him feel at ease.

But what if the hero's name taboo conflicts with his inner cognition?

"Boom"

'Crack'

Suddenly, with the sound of shattering, Wittig directly drew his sword and smashed the rune stone returning home.

"Sorry, Father..." he whispered, "I may not be able to go home."

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Two updates today_(:з」∠)_

Chapter 55: It's impossible!

Time passed so slowly.

Soon, time passed like this.

After a happy day, early in the morning, King Etzel of Hungary was ready to go, and the soldiers in the big tent were already ready.

Etzel had said that the last round of siege would start three days later, but he was referring to the moment when the battle broke out.

But before the siege battle broke out completely, there were still quite important things to do.

For example, setting up the battlefield...

A group of vanguard troops had already rushed to set up the battlefield before, but what they were preparing here was only the main force.

But it's not serious when it comes to atmosphere.

After all, the soldiers of the Hungarian Empire wandered on the edge of life and death all day long. For them who often fought, it was not suitable for an overly serious atmosphere before the war.

A few joking jokes are normal things.

In the face of such small actions by the soldiers under his command, the centurion and thousand commanders remained silent.

Anyway, the atmosphere in Hungary has always been like this. With their king leading them, although they seem to be disorderly and just a bunch of ruffians, they are quite obedient.

It is worth mentioning that although Etzel said earlier that this may be their last battle.

But they didn't pay much attention to this battle.

After all, in their eyes, the 'victory' of this war is doomed.

Even if they don't break the wall of the eastern defense line, they will have a great advantage.

According to the king, it is that the current Gothic kingdom and their stupid regent simply can't afford it, but they have the entire eastern plain as a big logistics.

What?Most people only care about the immediate interests and the results of the battle, and they can't see the kingdom's interests at all from their perspective?

Right.

After all, for ordinary soldiers, the so-called war will always put them under some kind of pressure.

If there is no advance or obvious results, the entire army will become quite unstable.

The lack of morale in the army is the most basic thing.

But, after all, those words were only aimed at ordinary soldiers.

And there are exceptions in Midgard, such as those powerful monarchs who are followed by their personal strength and charm.

This is the case with Siegfried, Lord of Armies in the Netherlands, and Etzel, the whip of the gods and king of Hungary.

With such a powerful founding monarch, the soldiers at the bottom would not think about any messy things at all.

They adore the mighty man who stands high above them, and they are also grateful to His Majesty the King who brought them a better life than before.

Even though they couldn't figure out the cause and effect of this, that cognition took root deep in their hearts.

A very simple idea: as long as you listen to His Majesty the King, the days to come will never be bad.

Most fighters have this idea.

What the king says is what they say, they just have to listen.

So soon, about half of the soldiers assembled with weapons in hand, and the other half were there to pack all kinds of luggage.

They can throw all the wooden utensils such as horses and fences here. After all, these things are worthless, but they still have to take away the cloth of the tent.

And looking at the about [-] soldiers who had assembled, Etzel couldn't help but smile.

But soon, he restrained the smile on his face.

"All members have one person and two horses, one horse bears weight, and the other horse fights. Everyone knows which horses they use most, don't make a mistake! Before arriving at the battlefield, all members walk!" He said.

"Yes!"

Thus began the hasty march.

The mighty Hungarian main force began to move towards the front line.

Some people may not know that in the era of cold weapons, cavalry is actually the arm with the worst endurance.

In the long-distance rapid march, the traditional cavalry is the easiest to drag the legion's journey.

In the final analysis, it is because the endurance of horses is worse than that of humans.

This is also why some messengers who initially rode on horses and had to deliver messages alone were able to ride horses at first, but in the end the horses disappeared.

Because the cavalry is also the arm that most needs to wait for logistics.

Once a war horse is overworked, its speed will be greatly reduced, and the time to eat in a day is too long.

But human beings are different. For a long-distance trek of more than [-] kilometers, the time required for humans is even half that of horses. This is the victory of endurance that preserves physical strength.

The so-called traditional one-man-two-horse is by no means changing horses for a long-distance surprise attack during a battle, but completely separating the horses for heavy-duty and combat.

Even the light cavalry would never ride on the horses before the battle. That was something only a "rich family" with one man and three horses could do.

And Etzel's big tent itself is about 200 kilometers away from Gothic's eastern defense line. This distance is mostly plain, not rugged.

So after two days, they finally approached the forefront of the war.

And the moment when the sun rises is the moment of full contact.

At the same time, above the sky, a man and a woman are watching the battlefield.