You and me under the world tree

The next day, the flaming war horse soared above the earth, and after seeing this scene, the envoy gritted his teeth.

He flew east again.

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The second update is over, I'm going out today, I have something to do _(:з」∠)_

Chapter 61: What the hell are you doing!

In fact, in Midgard, the so-called war has a formal process.

And this so-called positive rule comes from ancient times.

At that time, the human kingdom system was not yet clear and defined, so there was no such clear concept of interests.

Even the most basic blood inheritance system does not exist, and the leaders of the tribes are born through elections.

If it doesn't work, it's still decided by the gods.

It was also at that time that they worshiped the high gods extremely, and even regarded the so-called battlefield as the ultimate destination of glory.

At that time, every battle contained glory, there was no intrigue, and it was just that the two sides pulled their armies out on the plain, squared off, and charged at each other.

A rout of an army means total defeat.

In that era of 'plain and simple folk customs', where there seemed to be no conflict of interest, the so-called war was a diplomatic means to resolve the two forces.

It's like two people who have conflicts and fight each other, the one with the bigger fist is justified and gains glory.

Even in folklore, in that ancient era, the gods would descend to earth in person and become witnesses on the battlefield, and the Valkyrie would be responsible for collecting the corpses of the warriors who died heroically.

However, this was a long time ago, and now it can only be heard in legends.

Because with the gradual expansion of power, human beings' own desire for power is also expanding.

Under such circumstances, no one is willing to truly let go of the power in their hands.

Because with the expansion of power and the increase of various privileges, the leader of a tribe and the king of a kingdom can get more and more things.

Under such circumstances, there will eventually be people who are greedy for this power.

No one wants to lose, so do everything possible to pursue victory.

All kinds of conspiracies and tricks and dirty methods that are not on the table were born, and the so-called voting rights that should have been controlled by the tribal fighters gradually disappeared.

In the end, the system of consanguineous succession was also fully established.

After these are fully matured, the so-called 'glory battles' are a thing of the past.

In the legends of Midgard, the kind of battle full of honor, where the two sides posed on the plain and even had referees as witnesses, has not appeared for a long time.

The last appearance seems to date back to the time of Harald the Wartooth Lord and Sevard the Ring.

At that time, it was said that in his later years, the King of War Tooth was unwilling to resign himself to the decline of his body, and pursued honor even though he was blind.

So at the moment when he felt that the territory of his kingdom seemed to have reached the limit, he sent a letter that could be called a letter of challenge to the outstanding figure of his nephew and nephew: Seward of the Ring.

And that led to the fabled final battle of honor.

After that, there was no longer the legendary war of glory, but only the struggle between kingdoms.

But no matter what, even after countless simplifications, the former "fairness of the battlefield" has been replaced by intrigue and tactics, but the most basic things in it have remained.

For example, the gauntlet...

In fact, today, the so-called afternoon and so on have to be omitted.

Because the contradictions and entanglements and hatred between the kingdoms have reached the point where a piece of parchment cannot be sorted out clearly.

And like before the Netherlands attacked Burgundy, the so-called 'gauntlet' was completely omitted.

Burgundy sent troops directly in the name of revenge, while the Netherlands quickly blitzed Burgundy's capital Worms in the name of counterattack, uprooting the Burgundian royal family.

No one cares whether there is any gambit for this kind of war with revenge and counterattack.

As for the current Gothic Kingdom and the Danish Kingdom, there has been a struggle between them since the moment civil strife broke out in Gothic.

Denmark once tried to join forces with the Kingdom of Burgundy to encroach on the territory occupied by Her Highness the Princess, but was directly beaten back by the powerful army.

Theoretically speaking, it is suspected that issuing a letter of war at this time is extravagant.

It may be difficult for some interest supremacists to understand the behavior of the princess sending the letter of war in person. Compared with such an act, wouldn't it be better to quickly send troops to blitz the border?

Only some people inside understood why Her Royal Highness did this.

"I hope the kid feels a little better."

Looking at the horseshoe prints on the plain that still hadn't dissipated, with flames and scorched marks, the aged Hiltebrand couldn't help but speak.

Hardly anyone can imagine how much the child's heart was hit that night.

How could Dietrich bear the feeling of isolation and helplessness?

On the surface, although this is sending a letter of war, in essence, it is no different from riding alone to kick the city gate and mocking the opponent.

But what about this?

Regarding this, Hiltebrand didn't feel any fluctuations in his heart, and he even wanted to laugh.

Don't ask why, ask because he is from Gitland.

In his time, the conflict between Gitland and Denmark could not be explained in two sentences.

That may have to involve the huge war that once swept across the entire northern peninsula.

"I'm actually more curious."

At this moment, Studas, who was wandering around the palace with nothing to do, also spoke.

"what?"

"It's Denmark, what can they do without any reconciliation with Gitland."

"Who knows about this, the method or something, this kind of thing will always be there when you are cornered, maybe ask for help from the Netherlands?"

"I think this is unlikely. After all, there is a big problem with the wind direction between Denmark and the Netherlands. It seems that things in the Kingdom of Burgundy have not been fully investigated, but the finger is aimed at Denmark. "

After talking about the events related to the Netherlands, Studus couldn't help scratching the back of his head.

"Although from a strategic point of view, I also feel that this is indeed something that the Kingdom of Denmark has done, but I always feel a little strange."

However, the so-called strangeness is just his feeling.

If there is any evidence to say, there is definitely no evidence.

What's more, Studus didn't think his mind was very good, so after thinking about it for a while, he simply gave up on it.

"Forget it, you said Denmark can't ask for help from Hungary, right?"

"Hungary..."

In fact, Studus probably wouldn't know it himself, and his casual sentence directly pointed to the core of the problem.

Although it wasn't like what he said casually, there were indeed some people in Midgard who expected Hungary to help Denmark.

However, this person is not some king, not even a mortal.

Angel Hermod...

This man originally planned to make some fuss at the level of the gauntlet, not to completely eliminate the war, but at least he had to buy some time.

However, he did not expect that it was the princess herself who delivered the so-called letter of war.

After dispelling such thoughts, he can only pin his hopes in this regard on Hunlan.

As a result, good guy, when he used his divine power to return to the Eastern Front, he saw the Hunlan soldiers camping less than 30 miles away from the city wall battlefield.

What made him feel even more tight in his chest was that he also saw those Hungarian soldiers driving cattle and sheep, driving a large number of cattle and sheep into the defense line.

Good guy, are you starting to join the enemy now?

"Etzel, what the hell are you doing!"

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The second is later.

By the way, I have mentioned the battle of the King of Wartooth before, and readers who know this story should know that Harald did not die under Sivard's sword, he was a member of the chaos army. The chariot was overturned by Odin _(:з」∠)_, and then smashed to death with a wheel or a wooden stick.

Chapter 62: The Danish King

Without anyone noticing, a silent meteor flashed across the sky.

It landed directly on the far edge of the cattle and sheep team, and this is where Etzel, the great king of Hungary, was.

Thanks to Etzel's usual habit of being alone, Hermod himself was able to come here quietly.

Otherwise, it would be quite troublesome for him to contact Etzel without disturbing others.

Let alone the current situation.

"What the hell are you doing!"

Watching the fat sheep constantly entering the partially opened steel gate, Helmode said through gritted teeth.

"I?"

After hearing Hermod's almost gnashing of teeth question, Etzel slowly turned his head.

"No, is your helmet worn directly around your neck?"

"what?"

After hearing Etzel's leisurely words, Hermod didn't even react for a moment.

At this moment, he even reached out and touched the top of his head subconsciously.

After all, where did he get the helmet!

And after realizing that Hermod didn't seem to understand what he was satirizing at all, Etzel couldn't help laughing.

"I mean, is that your ornament around your neck?"

"..."

Finally, Hermod reacted.

The haughty but brutal Hungarian King in front of him was mocking his mind, and after realizing this, his whole face turned red with anger.

"you……"

"You want to say I insulted you?"

Having said that, Etzel shook his head with a sneer.

"If you had brought your head and retained the most basic thinking ability, you wouldn't have asked me such a stupid question."

Then, Etzel raised the tightened long whip in his hand, and then pointed forward.

"Isn't it obvious what I'm doing? It's just to fulfill the order I once gave."

In fact, it was only yesterday that Etzel gave the order.

On the one hand, it is necessary to turn the struggle between the two kingdoms into the most primitive duel, and use the direction of a battle to directly determine the ownership of the eastern defense line.

Then, he ordered his soldiers to share the Hungarian food.

"I remember I howled quite loudly yesterday."

Gently stroking the long knife hanging on his waist, Etzel said.

"Could it be that you didn't pay attention to the battlefield at that time? Then you are dereliction of duty."