You and me under the world tree

But for the current legionnaires, the bloody smell that belongs to animals is actually very attractive at this moment.

However, this still cannot change Wittig's increasingly complicated and heavy mood.

At this moment, he couldn't help turning his eyes to the holy sword in his hand.

Mimonger...

Even if it doesn't kill the enemy, this holy sword that bears the aesthetics of the elves is still so beautiful.

But it's a pity that he probably won't be able to use this holy sword in the next duel.

Perhaps even this mighty armor his father had forged had to be taken off.

As for the specific content, it may depend on the requirements of the Hungarian side.

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Chapter 64: Fear of Death

duel……

This kind of thing is not uncommon in Midgard.

It may be because the mainstream atmosphere has always been martial, so when the laws of the kingdom are difficult to control, both parties in conflict tend to use so-called duels to resolve conflicts.

This kind of fighting actually has no reason at all, but it is the best way to resolve conflicts.

At the same time, the so-called duel is also a means of fame.

Dueling and defeating well-known heroes is a way for fledgling young fighters to quickly make a name for themselves.

In the era when the kingdom system was still not perfect and adventurers still dominated the mainstream, so-called duels could be seen everywhere.

Also because it was once popular, it has a relatively fair and just simple rule that has been handed down: both parties must reach a consensus, and they must not continue to entangle after the event.

Simply put, before the so-called duel, the two sides must negotiate.

These include all aspects of duel requirements and conditions, as well as the consequences of duel victory and defeat.

Once the duel treaty is fully drawn up, it means that both parties fully agree, and if there are no accidents in the so-called duel process and it is carried out in strict accordance with the rules, then no matter what the specific life or death of the person is, no one can do it again. Pursue this matter.

But in Midgard, the simple competition of the nature of guidance and discussion does not exist, but this kind of competition is definitely not a 'duel'.

The so-called duel is a life-and-death fight, and the default rule is that you can kill the opponent with a dead hand.

This is Midgard's 'Glory War'.

Winners reap the fruits of glory and victory, while losers look to performance.

If the loser is worthy of regret, or even performed superiorly, there will also be Valkyrie, or even the gods, who will personally guide the dead to Asgard to share their glory with them.

But of course, if it is the kind of person who is hated, or a person who has shouldered a heavy mission, once he dies, what he will get will be reviled.

Because from the moment he accepted the invitation to a duel, or raised a challenge, he no longer represented himself.

Rather, it represents the interests of the forces behind him.

This is the case with Wittig now.

But it's obviously not these messy things that he's worried about.

Because as early as when he decided to accept the duel invitation proposed by the King of Hunlan, he had already put aside such messy things as the so-called glory and fame.

At that time, he never thought about other things.

If he really cared about the so-called fame, he should have followed the general trend and joined the King of Hunlan as early as the beginning, or he should have gone back to his hometown directly.

However, he didn't do that after all.

Because he can't let it go.

Can't let go of the eastern defense line, can't let go of the frontier army.

But after thinking about these things, the restlessness and uneasiness in his heart did not disappear.

His heart did not return to calm, but the tremor actually became more severe.

As for why, the reason is really hard to say.

At least for most of the warriors in Midgard, after receiving the traditional knowledge and education of glory, they would naturally feel ashamed about such things.

"I still don't want to die after all."

Staring at the holy sword in his hand, he whispered.

It's ridiculous to say that he obviously knows that he is the backbone of the frontier army and the most capable person here, but he has no confidence in the upcoming duel.

Because he knew that he was very famous, and with this fame, he was also famous for his armor and holy sword.

Perhaps, with Etzel's character, would he allow himself to use the holy sword Mimonger?

No, absolutely not.

Just like how he once challenged His Highness Dietrich, the armor and weapons of both sides must be of the same standard.

So under such circumstances, can a son of elves like him defeat the son of God?

Just as Wittig's heart became more and more agitated, his half-hidden door was pushed open.

"Lord Wittig."

Accompanied by this sound, Wittig saw two more soldiers.

Walter and Ilmin.

These two young men stood at the door, and one of them was holding a large bowl of steaming soup in his hand.

But to be precise, this soup should be stewed lamb with potatoes as the staple food.

And at the moment when the aroma came, Wittig also subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that he hasn't eaten any normal meat for a long time, and the flesh and blood of a monster doesn't taste very good.

"What's wrong?" he asked

"Supper is ready, Lord Wittig."

After getting the consent of the executive officer, Walter just walked into the room.

"Has anyone else started eating yet?"

"Well, some people have already started to eat, and the rest are still watching."

"Ah."

Not caring about the caution of the soldiers at the bottom, Wittig just reached for a spoon and stirred it in the plentiful mutton soup.

"Have you eaten?"

"Well, I ate a little before."

Then, Walter didn't want to leave directly, he just stood there.

Reporting on the military affairs in the barracks.

The production of jerky and the basic garrison of the barracks have not been left behind.

After hesitating for a moment, the young man finally spoke:

"Master Wittig, what should we do next?"

"There is nothing to deal with next, and the level of dry rations for emergency marches will be distributed to everyone, and the amount will be distributed for about 4 days. This is all we can do."

Wittig has said this before.

When the marching rations were made and distributed, Wittig would no longer care about the whereabouts of the soldiers.

They can quickly leave the Frontier Corps, return to their hometown, or even go straight away from the Goths.

None of this matters.

"Master Wittig, do you think you will lose?"

"..."

Hearing Walter's sudden and straightforward question, Wittig was stunned. At the same time, Irmin, who was still standing at the door, walked into the room.

Then, he closed the door smoothly.

'boom'

With the sound of the door closing, Wittig just raised his head.

In Walter's eyes, the soldier who had always been the backbone of the frontier army took a deep breath first.

Then he lowered his head.

"I don't know, but Etzel is the son of the god king after all, and he is a hero chosen by the gods. We are all just his stepping stones."

"..."

After hearing what Wittig said, Walter subconsciously wanted to refute something.

But the words came to his lips, but he couldn't get them out anyway.

"Lord Wittig."

"Okay, no need to say anything, I know what I'm doing."

The holy sword warrior held the holy sword in his hand.

Then slowly put it on the ground.

Then, he picked up the big bowl, and slowly took a sip of the oily soup.

"If you're interested, let me tell a shorter story."

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Chapter 65: Once, there was a child...

Once upon a time, there was an ordinary child who lived in the mountains and forests.

The place where he lives is called Wolf Valley, and there is a lake in Wolf Valley called Wolf Lake.

His life is extremely boring, because he lives in seclusion in the mountains and forests, he doesn't even have many friends, and he spends every day with the animals in the forest.

And the only ones who can talk to him are his parents.

Because of this, the child has always felt that his life is extremely boring.

He has always yearned for a life outside the mountains and forests.

He wants to be like the hero in those legends and storybooks that depict wonderful deeds!

For this, he constantly polished his own martial arts.

Even if his father intends to teach him about forging, I hope he can inherit this skill.

After all, his father had been cut off by the greedy king and queen, and poisoned, causing the pain to be delayed and unable to recover.

This made his actions not particularly convenient, and even most of the work of the blacksmith had to be done through magic.

According to his father, magic cannot replace hands.