You and me under the world tree

In other words, the blacksmith hidden in the mountains and forests has no way to create any more peak objects.

Children naturally have no way to reject their father.

He couldn't bear to lose his father's craftsmanship, so he began to devote himself to learning blacksmith's skills.

But it does not mean that he will give up the polishing of martial arts.

And then, a long time passed.

He humbly asked all the knowledge from his father and spent happy time under the care of his mother.

The child grows into a young warrior who can no longer hold back his deep yearning for the outside world.

So in the end, he rode on his father's war horse, put on his father's armor, and held the highest masterpiece that his father had ever forged: the Excalibur Mimonger.

The young warrior bid farewell to his still young father and slightly aging mother, rode out of the deep wolf valley on his horse, and came to the outside world.

He slew the giant who had ravaged the village for his misfortune.

Because of this, he was invited by King Otwal of Gitland.

The king appreciated his bravery very much, rewarded him and at the same time recognized the weapon in his hand at the first time: Mimonger.

He recognized the identity of the blacksmith's son, and became more enthusiastic because of this, even intending to introduce his daughter.

But he declined the king's invitation.

He didn't want to continue relying on his father's fame, and he didn't want to be thought that he rushed to kill the giant deliberately for the sake of a woman and a reward from the king.

Therefore, he left quickly, and only asked the king for a part of the due reward.

Warriors who yearn for the kind of adventure in their dreams and a life of bravery and chivalry finally start their own adventures in this world.

He played chivalry everywhere, publicized his name, and soon became famous.

But at the same time, he became more anxious.

Because the young warrior found that no one seemed to care about what he did, even those who wanted to make friends with him came in his father's name.

He wasn't ashamed to name his father, of course, but he felt neglected.

Therefore, he is even more eager to show his strength.

He wants to be famous as a fighter, and he wants everyone to recognize him as a fighter and a warrior.

So he began to challenge the strong everywhere, and at the same time began to trace the legend of the giant warrior who came to Midgard.

But later, the young man learned that the giant warrior had been killed by the already famous Gothic prince Dietrich.

So, he challenged Dietrich.

In the end, he was superior in weapons and armor, but lost in martial arts.

After being defeated, he took advantage of the opportunity to join the prince, and together with others formed the famous hero group of "Twelve Warriors Gifted by God".

…………

Inside Goth's eastern defense line, War Executive Wittig slowly drank warm mutton soup while telling the story of a certain soldier.

As the listeners, Walter and Ilmin could easily hear the high spirits in the story.

It is also for this reason that they involuntarily began to re-examine the face of the narrator of the story in front of them.

The continuous fighting for more than half a year made his originally fair skin stained with lingering dirt.

The stubble doesn't seem to be taken care of at all, it's very messy.

This is also because for more than half a year, what he has done the most is to cut off the long beard that has grown with a knife.

Thinking about it carefully, in terms of age, he is not too old.

Comparing Walter and Ilmin, he should be just a character similar to the big brother.

But it was this slovenly appearance that made him look a lot older.

Even now, Walter felt that he would subconsciously regard him as a vicissitudes old man.

This is unavoidably embarrassing.

"For that young fighter, in fact, the time he played under the prince was the happiest time for him, because he got everything a fighter and a warrior can get."

As for this point, Walter and Irmin still understood.

After all, this kind of thing can be regarded as on the table.

After all, Wittig was the chief warrior of His Highness Dietrich back then, and because he was the number one warrior, apart from the reward from His Royal Highness, even His Majesty the King who was far away in Ravenna also gave him a reward.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that if there were no accidents and Wittig hadn't left Gothic, he might be able to become the second Hiltebrand and become the real 'first warrior'.

This is already an extremely high status that a warrior from the countryside can achieve.

"Not as the son of the Elven Blacksmith, but as the First Warrior, but alas, his own stupidity has left all of that in pieces."

A silence followed.

Wittig did not continue to speak.

At this moment, instead, he was just stirring the mutton soup with his spoon.

At the same time, Ilmin and Walter couldn't help but look at each other.

None of them knew whether they should speak up or not.

But soon, Walter finally mustered up the courage.

"Then, Lord Wittig."

"..."

Seeing that the warrior didn't seem to respond, Walter boldly asked.

"Then you... no, it's that young warrior, does he regret it now?"

Then Wittig paused.

He gently put the big bowl he picked up on the table, but there was a lingering heavy oppression in his every move.

Then, he slowly stretched out his hand to touch the Holy Sword Mimonger at his hand.

After seeing this scene, Walter couldn't help but feel chilly.

He couldn't help but glanced at his friend, only to see that he looked calm and showed no other signs.

"It's useless to talk about regrets now, because time cannot be reversed, and my relationship with them may not be repaired. I think Studus must want to kill me."

He slowly raised the divine sword Mimonger in his hand.

Then, he put the magnificent sharp sword into the scabbard.

"This sword is in your custody."

Then, he just threw the slightly heavy sword to the young warrior in front of him.

After taking over the legendary Excalibur, Walter was taken aback for a moment, and then showed shock.

"Here."

Chapter 66: If you win...

At this moment, young Walter just stood there.

He simply didn't know what to do.

With a blank mind, he first looked down at the Excalibur he was holding in both hands.

Even though it has been put into the scabbard by Wittig, the divine sword still exudes a sense of magnificence, and even vaguely shows its sharpness.

He was just holding the Excalibur in his hand, but the texture emanating from the Excalibur made him feel like he was being divided into two.

This divine sword cast by the elf blacksmith Wieland is so miraculous, that kind of momentum cannot be stopped by the scabbard.

At the same time, there is a clearly visible red engraving on the bottom of the hilt.

It is the symbol of the interlacing of hammer and pliers, symbolizing the pinnacle work that the elf blacksmith spent his painstaking efforts and energy to cast with the materials at hand.

This is the Excalibur Mimonger.

Legend has it that the Excalibur once set off a bloody storm in the northern peninsula decades ago.

Decades ago, it was said that it was this Excalibur that cooperated with another treasure of Gitland: the Victory Stone, which is said to give the wearer strength, that once crushed the Kingdom of Norway until it Suddenly disappearing together with the blacksmith Wieland, Norway found an opportunity to counterattack.

In fact, Walter didn't remember the specific legends.

After all, these are just rumors within the Kingdom of Gitland, and those rumors may still have the most primitive version circulating in their own kingdom.

But when it spread to the surrounding area, or even to the more distant Gothic kingdom, this kind of rumor has already deteriorated.

But even regardless of these long-ago legends, as far as the recent past is concerned, this legendary sword has its own story.

Not because of anything else, just because of its current owner: Wittig Wielandsen.

For this reason, he suddenly felt that the sword in his hand was heavy.

The huge amount of information hit his head and he couldn't turn his head for a while.

And after barely moving his gaze away from the magnificent Excalibur, Walter subconsciously cast his gaze on the friend next to him.

Ilmin...

At this time, he also saw his friend showing a shocked expression.

Even though Irmin didn't seem to be good at words, he had already confirmed the surprise and shock in his heart with his expression.

But it is ridiculous to say that Walter originally asked his friends for advice.

But after seeing that he didn't seem to be showing much, Walter really didn't know what to say.

"what……"

At this moment, Walter, who had no way to apply for any off-site assistance, could only continue to stand still, and kept repeating the meaningless pronunciation in his mouth.

Seeing Walter's appearance as if he had lost his ability to think, Wittig suddenly laughed.

"Humph."

His kind of laughter contains no messy emotions, just laughing.

"It's not for you, don't be so nervous."

Watching Walter's still blank expression, Wittig said.

"If anything happens to me, take my sword and armor and go to Bai'an City. If anyone is willing to follow you, you can take him there."

In the end, when Wittig said that, Walter and Ilmin finally recovered from the shock.

At this moment, Walter was surprised by Wittig's words, while Ilmin showed a hint of understanding.

Although Walter was still in that excessive shock, so he couldn't comprehend the meaning of Wittig's words, but he understood.

This executive officer is looking for a way out for all the soldiers of the Frontier Legion.

After all, leaving aside those stubborn people who wanted to return to their hometown, the abandoned frontier fighters must be furious at the power of the regent headed by Elmrich.

Taking a [-]-step back, even most people can let go of their prejudices, swallow their anger for the sake of their families, and return to their hometowns.

But there are also many guys in the army who can eat enough for one person and not hungry for the whole family.

Where should these fighters who fought to the end but did not get the respect and reward they deserved go?

This is definitely a problem.

And now, Wittig is arranging a way out for them in this regard.

"You can go to Master Hiltebrand and Your Highness Dietrich, or even Studus... In short, anyone can, show them the sword, I think they will take you in."

Finally, the warrior sighed.

"I will wash the armor I'm wearing in the future, so you should take it with you, as well as my war horse."

By the end, Wittig himself was somewhat incoherent.

And soon, he shook his head.

"In fact, whether it's the armor, the helmet, the shield or the horse, these don't belong to me in the first place. If something goes wrong with me, the kid Skemin will guide you back to my hometown."

"Is it Wolf Valley?"