You and me under the world tree

"Lord Wittig..."

"Don't be nervous! I'm here!"

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Chapter 68: Why War?

Just when the Hungarian fighters attacked aggressively, the Gothic fighters who were still a little flustered quickly calmed down under Wittig's comfort.

Although this man was not wearing the symbolic snake pattern silver armor at this moment, the soldiers of the frontier legion were very familiar with his back.

It was this man who turned the tide in every fight.

Not only did he fight on top of the city wall, but he even jumped down the city wall, rushing into the enemy group with his own strength to relieve the pressure on the soldiers.

He may not be a god who can turn the world upside down with one hand, but he has been fighting side by side for half a year so that the soldiers of the Frontier Legion are full of trust in him.

Even, for the fighters, as long as he stands there, as long as they can still see the back of the sword warrior, then they will never lose!

Soon, under the menacing oppression of the Huns, the Gothic warriors defending the city straightened their backs.

They held their weapons tightly, whether they were spears or longbows, they held them tightly.

In an instant, a silent suffocating atmosphere seemed to spread over the city wall.

To be honest, this is not a good thing.

So soon, Wittig raised his hand directly.

"Drumming!"

Under Wittig's order, Ilmin and Walter started to wave the drumsticks in their hands.

'boom'

'boom'

'boom'

'boom'

The specially made huge war drum made a magnificent sound.

Not only did the dull sound not make the soldiers feel depressed, but it penetrated their hearts and shocked their brains directly.

"Why fear!"

Amid the sound of the drums, the Gothic war executive shouted loudly.

He first glanced at the billowing smoke and dust coming from a distance, then turned around and stared at the soldiers behind him.

"Even though we have been betrayed by those big men behind us, this is not a reason for our fear. Our efforts and fighting have already won the approval and even fear of the enemy!"

Wittig spoke.

Although he is not the kind of eloquent lobbyist.

But at least he understands that at this time, he should give his fighters confidence.

In the sound of war drums, his voice can inspire the blood in the hearts of soldiers.

"Do you think we are being sympathized by our enemies?"

he asked.

Before waiting for any response from the soldiers, he quickly shook his head.

"Of course not. That means our swords are still sharp. Even Etzel, the legendary invincible son of God and King of Hungary, wants to avoid us! He doesn't want us to bring him more damage, so I want to keep casualties to a minimum!"

His gaze scanned the soldiers.

He stared at them, his sharp eyes seemed to imprint the figures of these fighters who fought side by side with him deep in his heart.

"Soldiers, please remember that the first to propose a duel and suppress casualties are the nomadic warriors who claim to be able to fight against monsters on the plains! That being the case! Why do we need fear!"

'boom'

Finally, at the moment Wittig's voice fell, the sudden boiling sound of the drums became the beginning of a certain sound.

"Roar!"

The first soldier let out a short whistling to the sound of the drums.

Followed by the second, and the third.

Soon the soldiers expressed the turmoil in their hearts with battle roars, their faces turned red, and at the same time they raised their spears high.

While watching these roaring warriors, Wittig slowly closed his eyes.

Roar, warrior.

Whether it's fear or excitement, growl.

Express your feelings with battle cries.

We have reached the last step, we must not show our weakness.

"Roar! Soldiers! Have a brave heart! Let's face our life with our heads held high!"

Amidst the sound of war drums, the battle cries of the Gothic warriors one after another constituted an ancient battle song.

Simple rhythm, not simple belief.

For a moment, the echoing battle song made the Hungarian soldiers stop their steps.

At the same time, Etzel couldn't help showing a subtle smile.

"The average quality of these Gothic fighters is not bad. After eating meat and recovering their energy, they will have the strength to bite people."

Hearing Etzel's praise, Hernberg had a completely different view.

"It's the end of the battle, my lord. In fact, what's more important is that these fighters have a backbone like Wittig. They just pinned their confidence and wishes on that man."

"This is a very normal thing. Most mortals are mediocre. There may only be tens of thousands of millions of people who can be called warriors. Among the tens of thousands of warriors, only a few hundred can be called great responsibilities. And among these hundreds of capable people, there may only be one person who can be called a warrior." Become a famous hero."

Speaking of this, Etzel couldn't help stretching out his hand, he just looked into the distance.

"In fact, even if you are encouraged by others, courage is courage, and being able to swing a sharp sword is a soldier."

The great king of Hungary just laughed.

"Knowing that I was abandoned but still staying in the barracks, the fighting power of the frontier legion itself cannot be underestimated...but unfortunately, those guys behind them can't understand this, and only care about their own one-acre three-point land , never take human life seriously."

Having said that, Etzel paused for a moment.

"Hernberg, do you know the difference between our Hungary and their so-called long-established kingdoms?"

Before waiting for his confidant to answer, Etzel restrained the smile on his face.

"It's the living environment. Warcraft in the eastern plains are rampant, which keeps us on the verge of death, so our fighters will be more brave."

And when he said this, the voice of the King of Hunlan sank.

"However, our bravery is by no means based on so-called brutality. Those comfortable kingdoms have prejudice against us, thinking that our essence is no different from ferocious beasts, because they have forgotten the fundamentals of survival."

Hearing the pride and pride in the words of his king, Hernberg could not help but nodded slowly.

"Honor means nothing to us. Our bravery does not need any inspiration, because something has already been burned in the bones of our soldiers."

Etzel raised his head at this point, and he stared at the Gothic warriors who roared in the distance.

"That is the emphasis on life. Because we value life, we are brave and fearless. We will entrust the belief of survival to the survivors and open up the way of survival for our family and friends."

Having said that, Etzel directly pulled out the long knife hanging from his waist.

"Soldiers! Are you willing to lag behind others!"

"No!"

"No!"

"No!"

"Then, let us respond to our opponents!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

Finally, the Hungarian warriors also began to sing.

Different rhythms mixed together, reverberating like a torrent, and finally rushed to the sky.

And above that sky, Valkyrie and War God Envoy are watching here.

"Which one of you wants to go down and be the referee?"

Watching the war song confrontation below, Slude asked.

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Chapter 69: The Valkyrie and the Blacksmith

In front of the eastern defense line, on the plain, the battle song echoed.

The cultures of Gothic and Hungarian are of course completely different, so the ancient battle songs that are circulated are naturally different in nature.

But it may be because most of the people living on the eastern plains are from Gothic origin, and they are considered expelled people.

So in terms of the melody of the war song, they have something in common after all.

Thus, a strange scene happened.

The battle song can be harsh and chaotic when the melody is completely different, but sometimes it is inexplicably inspiring.

The Hungarian warriors and the Gothic warriors reached a surprising agreement on a certain melody.

The battle song soared into the sky.

People who don't know think that these two legions will be allies.

After all, on a battlefield that can be called a mortal enemy, such things as singing war songs to each other rarely happen.

Watching this situation, Hermod suddenly felt a little irritable.

Maybe it was because he didn't understand the situation, or maybe it was because he cared more about the benefits that the Hungarian Empire brought to the Protoss.

For him with such a mentality, this situation is simply unreasonable.

"How long are they going to sing?"

Finally, Hermod couldn't help but ask.

Perhaps it was because the irritability in his words could not help being transmitted to those around him, Slude frowned without leaving a trace.

Then she shook her head again.

"I only heard about this kind of scene from my father. It seems that a long time ago, the warriors in the world would sing war songs to each other when they were fighting."

The Storm Goddess didn't seem to answer Hermod's slightly irritable question directly.

At this moment, she folded her arms leisurely and gazed at the scene below with a little appreciation.