You and me under the world tree

"Yes, in fact, everyone does not know that the famous elf blacksmith Wieland has been living in seclusion in the mountains of Gitland. There is a manor in the valley of the wolf, and the outside is covered with a large forest. Covered by magic, it is generally impossible to find a way at all.”

"This……"

Perhaps because of being entrusted with such a heavy burden all of a sudden, Walter didn't know what to do for a while.

"I'm actually... actually me."

Maybe because he felt that the burden on his body was a bit heavy, Walter suddenly turned his attention to his friend.

"Irmin is actually smarter than me, Lord Wittig, if it's him..."

"You can be together. I know that you are very smart and have complementary personalities. Friendship...is a very precious thing in this world, but unfortunately I don't have it."

"Mr Wittig..."

Watching Wittig's smiling face, Walter couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"Okay, that's it, if you can, please tell my father that I didn't get cold feet...thank you."

"Actually, this matter hasn't come to an end yet!"

"..."

Perhaps realizing that his voice was a little louder, Walter lowered his head in the end.

Because he also understood how powerful the enemy he faced this time.

Etzel, son of the gods.

Although he seldom takes shots, it is said that he is a man who can punch monsters and trample ferocious magic bulls under his feet.

And if the two sides don't use any conspiracy, it will be difficult for Wittig, who is only a half-elf, to defeat him.

And with Etzel's personality, would he keep his hand in the duel?

No one knows this.

But it is said that the warriors of Hungary have always been brutal, and maybe the warriors bleeding with divine blood became fanatical after fighting?

In short, various ideas emerged in Walter's mind.

And none of these point to failure...even death.

but……

"What if you win?"

"..."

After hearing Walter's small voice, Wittig couldn't help but raise his head.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a little strange.

It was as if something had ignited in the bottom of my heart.

However, rationality suppressed these things.

Because the reality told him that this kind of thing... seems impossible.

However, facing Walter's slightly expectant gaze, Wittig couldn't bear to shatter this hope.

and so……

"If I really win..."

"Ok!"

"If I really win, then I will take you to seek justice!"

At this moment, a light flickered in Wittig's cloudy eyes.

"This matter... there must be an explanation anyway."

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Chapter 67: The promised day has come

Time passed slowly like this.

And this night on the eastern defense line is destined to be very lively, because the whole camp is filled with the smell of meat.

Is it meaty?

Of course it's delicious.

For the frontier soldiers who haven't tasted meat for a long time, the meat for dinner was really good.

And because cattle and sheep seem to be of little value to the Hunlan warriors, they drove a lot of these animals.

For soldiers, eating meat is of course a kind of happiness.

And if they can eat meat to their fullest, that kind of satisfied happiness is enough for them to let go of any guards.

And more importantly, the fighters of the Hungarian Empire did not play any tricks.

The Gothic fighters did not show any symptoms of discomfort after eating the meat sent.

But in addition to being happy, the slightly complicated depressive atmosphere gradually shrouded the barracks.

For no one will forget that Hungary is still their enemy.

They were supposed to be enemies, but the battle was temporarily stopped because the commanders of both sides verbally agreed on a date for the duel.

It is also because the direction of the war is determined through duels, so ordinary soldiers naturally lose the reason to be hostile.

This sounds like a normal person, but as ordinary people who have been involved in the huge vortex of the kingdom struggle, the Gothic frontier fighters only feel that their hearts are extremely complicated.

After all, who would have thought that I, who was guarding the borders of the Gothic Kingdom, had been cut off by my motherland and those high-ranking figures I protected some time ago?

"Can't those high-ranking figures clearly see the current situation?!"

"The eastern defense line has been breached, what good is this for them?!"

After eating and drinking, this complex and angry voice would echo and circulate in the barracks from time to time.

And listening to such a voice, Walter, who was patrolling the barracks, couldn't help but sigh.

"It is precisely because those big shots feel that it is beneficial, so they treat us as abandoned children." He whispered, "Those high-ranking big shots are like this. They only care about their own interests, and use their power to do things without any punishment. discipline."

"Walter."

"Treasures, women, whatever they want can be obtained through their own power, but for their own fame, they can ignore it or even want to kill them all."

"Walter!"

Just when Walter couldn't help feeling irritable, Ilmin called out.

He couldn't say any comforting words, because he was not good at words.

And in this situation, he could only reach out and pat his friend on the shoulder.

"It's over, Walter."

"..."

Staring at his friend's face, Walter didn't answer immediately.

In the end, he just sighed.

Then he started to look around again.

As for his friend, he just silently followed behind him.

Irmin knew that the warriors were just unwilling to accept the fact that they were abandoned.

After all, they really gave everything for the kingdom.

Here they fought bloody battles to prevent the warriors of Hungary from stepping into the Goths, but they did not get what they deserved.

This is unacceptable to most people.

Of course, so did his friend Walter.

It's just that he hated those big shots far more than others.

And even among the Frontier Corps, no one knew that Walter—the young man from the remote town of Vasgenstein was the child of Lord Limstein.

It's just that he is an illegitimate heir who is not welcome or even ignored.

In the barracks, only Irmin himself knows about this matter.

He just followed his friend around the barracks, but before walking around, he saw Walter stopped again.

He scanned the brightly illuminated campsite like this, and then subconsciously turned his gaze to the sky.

There, the chariot of the moon god Mani was speeding.

But at this moment, the originally cold glow brought only a gloomy mood.

In fact, no one looked forward to the second day of sunshine more than these outcasts.

Because the sun can make them feel warm, and it can make them not cranky.

But at the same time, the day of the duel that determines the ownership of the eastern defense line will also be accompanied by the rising and setting of the sun.

Abandoned and framed by the kingdom they protect, and then aided by the enemy, the enemy wants to fight them fairly.

In short, no matter what angle you look at, the frontier fighters are destined to be troubled and confused.

And in this weird atmosphere, the final third day also passed.

On the last day, the soldiers in the barracks still performed the most basic camp defense work.

The soldiers patrolling the city walls did not relax their vigilance either.

During this day, Ilmin and Walter took time to go to the river. They helped to clean Wittig's armor and shield, and even took a good bath for the healthy-looking, fair-looking steed.

Then, they began to help Wittig take care of his messy hair and carefully shaved off his messy beard.

So far, the heroic Excalibur Warrior seems to have returned to his high-spirited moment.

Standing by the river, he looked at the reflection in the river for a long time.

The figure in the river was wearing a silver battle armor, and on the helmet was a snake pattern symbolizing bravery and combativeness.

Silver armor, silver helmet, silver sword and shield.

These things are paired with the already handsome face of the son of the elf, revealing a lingering handsomeness and chic.

What a great hero!

But soon, Wittig reached out and took off his helmet, followed by the armor and boots.

In this regard, he unloaded everything that belonged to the Excalibur Warrior, and then placed the items including the Excalibur Mimonger into the Shenjun's bag.

After all, Skemin is a steed, and this weight will not cause any trouble to it at all.

However, this descendant of the eight-legged god horse seems to know something.

It neighed involuntarily, and even took the initiative to push Wittig with its head.

The warrior didn't dodge anything, instead, he leaned his head on Skemin's huge horse's head, and then rubbed its smooth mane.

"call……"

He took a deep breath.

The faint fragrance from Skemin's body can always calm him down.

"Please, old chap," he whispered.

After embracing his steed, he turned to Walter and Ilmin.

"The next thing is up to you."

Finally, the agreed duel day came. On this day, the Hungarian fighters came as promised, and the billowing smoke and dust in the distance made the Gothic fighters nervous.