You and me under the world tree

They are Hermod, the God of War, and Sluder, the Valkyrie of Thunder.

Since this was destined to be the final battle between the Hungarians and the Goths, they were bound to be there.

At the same time, there are Valkyries flying in the sky.

If the Hungarian warriors would look up, they would see the beautiful women in the sky, behind the clouds.

But they didn't look up, they just hurried on under the leadership of their trusted king.

"It looks like Gotth's supposedly indestructible eastern defense is about to be shattered."

Watching the mighty army of ten thousand people, Hermod couldn't help but speak.

"It's not that simple, Hermod."

"No, this matter has been settled." The envoy said, "The only Gothic on the eastern defense line who can be called 'excellent' is Wittig, and Wittig has no reason to fight here. . "

"do not have it?"

"Yes, no, Wittig is a man who only has selfish desires and self-satisfaction deep in his heart. He attaches great importance to his own honor, so as long as he is given a little 'guidance', he will soon follow the arranged heroic path. Walk."

"hero?"

After hearing what Helmold said, Slude didn't give any approval immediately.

In fact, she knew what Wittig did.

But it was precisely because she understood that she felt disgusted in her heart.

"Do you think Wittig will embark on the road of a hero?"

"To be precise, it is the road of heroes for mankind."

Didn't hear the disgust in Slude's words at all, Helmode just said with a smile.

"Then what do you think is a hero?"

"For human beings, it is nothing more than a few things, fame, wealth, power, and status."

"Is it."

"Yeah, that's what humans care about."

"Probably because that's all you care about."

"?"

At this moment, he finally noticed that there seemed to be thorns in the words of the goddess of the storm, and Hermod frowned involuntarily.

But before he could say anything more, Slude shook his head.

"I just want to say that you probably guessed wrong this time."

"what?"

Finally, the sun goddess flew into the sky with her sun chariot.

The darkness at the alternation of the sun and the moon plunged the earth into darkness for a moment, but soon, the light of day poured down.

In front of the city wall, the corpses left by the Warcraft raid a few days ago piled up like a mountain.

And on the mountain of corpses, the soldier in silver armor picked up the flagon and took a sip slowly.

"This……"

After seeing the blood-stained silver figure, Hermod lost the ability to speak for a moment.

"No, it's impossible, why is he still there!"

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The second is later, after writing and writing

Chapter 56: Death to those who cross the border!

On the ground, the warriors of Hungary are still advancing.

At this moment, they have also approached the battlefield.

They could see the scorched black ground soaked in blood, and the corpses of monsters that hadn't had time to fully pack them up.

And for these things, they didn't have any surprises.

Although they seem to have not personally participated in the siege for about two months, the work of driving away the monsters has never stopped.

If there were no accidents, according to their plan, even though most of the fighters in Hungary could have a good rest, the Gothic Legion would have to face the attack of monsters almost every two days.

The Hungarian Empire was a kingdom formed by the people living on this eastern plain.

From the moment this eastern plain became a place of exile, the wisdom of the people living here has been passed down from generation to generation.

They know the rules of action of Warcraft and the preferences of each type of Warcraft.

The survival wisdom of these predecessors finally laid the Hungarian offensive method.

They may not be able to fully control the monsters roaming the plains, but they can lure them, who follow their hunting instincts, to Gothic's eastern defense line through various methods such as induction.

And this result was naturally within their expectations.

The eastern defense line that the Gothic Kingdom has been strengthening is not so easy to break through, so the people of Hungary never thought that they could win this defense line by relying on the impact of monsters.

But at the same time, they didn't feel that Gothic warriors could deal with these monsters lightly.

And the facts also proved this point, they seem to be unable to clean up the battlefield, they can only let the corpses of these monsters lie outside.

On the surface, this is indeed true.

But soon, the king of Hunlan discovered many unreasonable things.

Therefore, he who was driving the horse quickly stretched out his hand.

"Wait a minute, don't approach rashly."

Staring at the pile of corpses, Etzel said.

After hearing Etzel's words, Hernberg directly raised his voice.

"Your Majesty has ordered the entire army to stop advancing!"

Accompanied by such a voice, the soldiers of Hungary stopped their steps like this.

"What's the matter? Your Majesty?"

And after the order was completely passed on, Hernberg couldn't help asking.

"It's nothing, it's just that these corpses are not right."

Just when Etzel said this, Hernberg carefully examined the monsters that had been killed.

Although the corpses of monsters all over the place looked cruel, the blackened ground poured with blood and the rotting smell all highlighted the cruelty of the battlefield here.

However, after observing it carefully for a while, Hernberg really noticed something was wrong.

"There are no arrows on these corpses."

"Yeah, this shows that the Gothic warriors didn't seem to have let go of an arrow, and I saw sharp slash marks on the corpses of those monsters."

chop marks...

After hearing what his king said, the corners of Hernberg's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

He knew that his king's eyesight was very good, but he didn't expect it to be so good.

He was also riding a tall horse, right next to his own king, and even slightly forward, but when he carefully identified it, he could only detect the strange anomaly on the battlefield.

It is his limit to be able to detect the problem on the arrow, after all, the sky is not fully lit yet.

Sure enough, there is still a gap between people.

Thinking of this, Hernberg couldn't help but glanced at the piles of monster corpses again.

But at the next moment, he couldn't look away anymore.

Because the sun goddess has let the sun's brilliance fall on the ground.

"My lord, it seems that there are still people on those corpses." He said in a deep voice.

"Well, I saw it." Etzel responded calmly.

On top of the piles of corpses, a slightly tired-looking soldier sat there.

The sun fell on his body, and the blood-soaked armor could still reflect the pure silver color.

For a moment, no one dared to determine whether it was the temperament of the warrior himself, or the noble aura emanating from the elven silver armor he was wearing.

And at this moment, the only thing that can be concluded is that he is the center and focus of the battlefield!

"Wittig."

"It looks like he should have been waiting here for a long time."

"No, I think he hasn't left since yesterday, maybe he stayed there all day." Etzel said in a low voice.

At this moment, the king of Hunlan couldn't help laughing.

No one knew whether he was admiring or praising, or maybe it was pure emotion.

"To be honest, I thought this man wouldn't last long."

In this regard, Etzel is also outspoken.

And he is not the only one who has similar thoughts.

Above the sky, the face of the War God Envoy completely darkened.

Angry, twisted.

At this moment, he may not even know what kind of thoughts are in his heart.

"It shouldn't be like this. I have made these things very clear. With Wittig's character, it is impossible for him to stay there."

But no matter how much Helmold said, it wouldn't change that fact.

Wittig, who was once an enemy of His Royal Highness the prince he was loyal to, did not follow the guidance of the envoy to escape or seek refuge with others when faced with a battle that was clearly inevitable. He still stood here.

"He should especially cherish his name as a hero."

"So, what is a 'hero'?"

Listening to Hermod's almost hysterical words, Slude couldn't help but feel that his friend seemed a little noisy.

So, she couldn't help reaching out and digging her ears.

At the same time, a certain figure involuntarily appeared in her mind.

From the initial youthful adventurer's attire, to the heavy armor, and finally wearing the helmet, it seemed that everything was sealed under the armor.

"In this world, there are things far more important than reputation. Perhaps that half-elf named Wittig has also realized this now?"

Suddenly, the man on the pile of corpses suddenly stood up.

He drank all the wine in his hand, and then completely threw the jug away.

'Kara'

With the sound of the flagon shattering, the warrior held up his sharp holy sword.

"I am Wittig Wielanderson!"

The runes flickered, and a gust of wind flew by, and the blade of the wind slashed directly on the ground, drawing a clear boundary.

"Those who cross the border die!"

The battle cry resounded on the ground.

'boom'

'boom'

'boom'