You and me under the world tree

Behind Wittig, the drums of the Legion began to resound.

And with the sound of the drums, the warriors on the city wall, whose aura was still somewhat weakened, began to roar in accordance with the rhythm.

"Those who cross the border die!"

"Those who cross the border die!"

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The second one is a bit later_(:з」∠)_

Today is still the two shifts for pulling the hips.

Chapter 57: The Forsaken Legion

It is hard for anyone to imagine that the Gothic Frontier Legion, which has been harassed by monsters for a long time, and even fell into a theoretical food predicament, still retains the morale of fighting.

For this reason, Hernberg couldn't help but frowned.

"It's a bit difficult to fight, Your Majesty." He whispered.

As the commander appointed by Etzel himself, Hernberger would laugh and curse with the people around him, even though he had no arrogance.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't have ideas of his own.

In fact, he has his own considerations for the overall battle situation.

"If the morale of the Gothic fighters is low, we may be able to completely knock down the thick line of defense this time, but if their morale is high, then we may have to pay a lot of price."

Hernberger's voice was getting lower and lower, and finally, he even shook his head.

"Honestly, I have doubts about whether Gothic will be able to break through the eastern defense."

He was not the other fighters who would be blindly confident. During several fights, he could perceive the fighting power of the Gothic fighters.

The Hungarian warriors are proud because they believe that their martial arts honed in daily life-and-death struggles on the plains are definitely not weak.

But Gothic warriors don't eat dry food every day, not to mention that in this siege battle, the defenders themselves have a great advantage.

What's more, this is the eastern defense line of the Goths. Not only is the thickness of the city walls astonishing, even the central gate is made of metal, which seems impossible to break through without any means.

Even if Wittig has never stood there, as long as there is still morale, it will be very difficult for Hungary to bite down on this hard bone.

Because they had to brave the rain of arrows to build the ladder—and, essentially, that was the only way they could go.

Is King Etzel strong?

Needless to say, very strong.

But Hernberg understands that what makes his king strong is the fierce physical fitness brought by his blood.

If they want to turn their anger into real power like the Volsunger family, and even split the city wall with it, they still lack the most important magic weapon.

Today's Hungary can be said to lack everything, but only lacks the magic weapon that can greatly strengthen a strong man like King Etzer.

"This kind of thing is normal. After all, Wittig is the backbone of the Frontier Corps."

I don't know if I can see the worry of the soldiers around me, Etzel just said calmly.

At this moment, the King of Hunlan didn't seem to think much about those messy things.

Even, he just slowly closed his eyes, listening to the war cry that seemed to be fighting to the death.

"For the current Gothic border army, as long as he is there, the army will not collapse. This is the personal charm of the strong."

This charm does not refer to character, but pure strength.

Wittig is a strong man, and he guarded here, relieved most of the pressure on the rest of the fighters by almost one person.

In this case, other mediocre fighters would unconsciously pin their hopes on this man.

"However, this kind of personal charm is not a panacea. For more than half a year, Wittig may be able to make the soldiers here trust him, but this kind of trust does not mean life and death. Morale, then he is bound to lie about other things."

Etzel said so slowly.

"I think Wittig probably didn't tell those things to his soldiers at all."

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

He completely ignored the thundering roar lingering in his ears, and he didn't care about the soldier directly in front of him.

At the moment, he just stared at Hernberg.

"Do you remember those good letters we received before?"

"..."

At this moment, Hernberg didn't respond positively, but he also showed a strange expression.

He didn't smile at anything, and even had a bitter expression on his face.

Not because of anything else, because he felt that these soldiers guarding the frontier were so pitiful.

Obviously their morale is still high here, and it is obvious that Wittig has tried his best to hold the eastern defense line.

But under such circumstances, some restless guys under Elmrich have already launched their own actions.

I don't know whether they were disappointed with Elmrich, the 'Regent' or for some other reason, but they have already begun to try to send letters to contact Etzel.

Although the two sides did not agree on any treaty, the lords were eager to find a backer who could help them resist the furious Princess Dietrich.

Therefore, they began to put pressure on the Border Corps from various channels.

"Guess, do those lords who nominally loyal to Elmrich actually support the Border Legion?"

"..."

Hearing what Etzel said, Hernberg shook his head involuntarily.

He didn't say anything more, but Etzel just smiled and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.

And then, without waiting for Hernberg to say anything, he pinched the horse's abdomen with his legs, and let the horse under his crotch slowly take a few steps forward.

"Your Majesty!"

Under the exclamation of the Hungarian warriors, their King Etzel broke away from the army for a while, and came to the edge alone on a horse.

This place has just been marked by Wittig, and Etzel's behavior is undoubtedly a provocation.

However, he did not cross this boundary after all.

"Wittig!"

Riding on horseback, Etzel suddenly shouted.

This sound was obviously some kind of call and cry, but in the end it was like the roar of some kind of ferocious beast.

This is not to say that Etzel degenerated into an animal, but that his angry howls awakened the anxiety and fear hidden in most people's hearts.

It's like the roar and threats of a monster will make ordinary animals retreat.

Etzel's call sign directly quieted the Gothic fighters.

In an instant, there was only a strange silence on the entire battlefield.

Then, Etzel couldn't help laughing.

His kind of smile inevitably made Wittig feel strongly uneasy.

This uneasiness stemmed from the suppression at the level of momentum, and more importantly, Wittig felt as if he had lost control of the entire battle situation.

"Is this supposed to be our first meeting?"

As if chatting about family matters, Etzel seemed to be saying such seemingly unnutritious words.

But soon, he himself seemed to start to feel bored.

So, Etzel just shook his head.

"Forget it, this kind of thing is actually not very important. The important thing is, do you think it's worth it?"

At this moment, Etzel's voice was not loud, and it seemed that he had left enough face for Wittig.

But even so, after hearing what the Hungarian King said, Wittig couldn't help but gloomy.

"You should have noticed it already? Elmrich's so-called alliance can't last long at all. The lords under his command have already regarded you as pawns that must be sacrificed."

"..."

"You have become outcast victims, Wittig."

Then, Etzel reached out and fumbled for a roll of parchment from his bosom.

"I even have a letter of their favor here, are you interested in it?"

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Good afternoon everyone_(:з」∠)_

second later

Chapter 58: One on one!

Seeing Etzel groping for a roll of parchment letters in his arms, Wittig's expression became more gloomy.

To be honest, he didn't know what Etzel wanted to do.

In his prediction, this war should be theoretically impossible to avoid.

Hermod had already said that Etzel was a warrior favored by the gods and a son of the gods.

Not to mention other illusory things, in a war, he is destined to gain something.

In other words, they are enemies and should not be able to communicate.

However, he didn't expect that Etzel would mention those things that he knew and knew in front of him.

"What the hell are you trying to do?"

Finally, Wittig, looking a little restless, spoke.

"I didn't want to do anything, I just wanted to simply chat with you. I think Hermod should have looked for you with a high probability."

"..."

Seeing that Etzel mentioned the name of the god without hesitation, Wittig's expression became even more ugly.

Although he had already expected something in this regard.

But looking at Etzel's seemingly incomparably confident and indifferent attitude, the lingering aggrievedness and boredom still surfaced deep in his heart.

The gods interfered so deeply in the human world, and more importantly, he was powerless in the face of this interference.

Etzel, Son of God...

He seemed to be born with everything, and he was destined to have a great career from the time he came into this world.

The gods favored him, so he was able to run rampant on the eastern plains unscrupulously, and established the rough but inexplicably stable Hungarian Empire on the basis of his own strength.

Also because the gods favor him, even if he wants to expand towards the hinterland of Midgard, the envoy can lobby other warriors for him.

This is the warrior favored by the gods, this is the Son of God, the Whip of God.

At this moment, Wittig couldn't help but raise his head slightly.

His eyes suddenly shifted to the Hungarian army.

He didn't look at those soldiers, but stared at the flag in the army with his own eyes.

That's the flag of Hungary.

There are no fancy signs painted on it like other kingdoms, but a long whip.