You and me under the world tree

The laughter that suddenly reverberated was overwhelmed in an instant, like thunder.

Should it be said that he is the Son of God?

The mere reverberation of laughter became a battle cry.

For a moment, the aura of the soldiers on the city wall was suppressed by the laughter.

Even, there was unreasonable panic in their hearts.

And it was even worse for Walter, who was still drinking water and suddenly choked.

"Cough cough cough cough... Irmin, don't shake your hands."

"I'm not shaking."

"Cough cough cough."

At this moment, he even felt that his nose was filled with water.

"Your hands didn't shake, how could I choke."

"Because you're shaking yourself."

"?"

Hearing what Irmin said, Walter suddenly fell silent.

After wiping his mouth and nose vigorously, and coughing twice again, he stared at Irmin, whose expression was still calm, and at his unshakable hands.

"I'm shaking."

After realizing this, he didn't even care about choking on the water, but clenched his fists.

Then, he discovered another thing.

"No, why can't I move?"

He wasn't asking anyone else that question.

In fact, as a fighter, he understood exactly what was wrong with his body.

Just like when ordinary people face the oncoming carriage, they don't dodge but stand still at the first time. This is the body's stress instinct.

Almost all animals have this 'instinct'.

When herbivores are hunted and killed by carnivores, they are obviously able to resist, but sometimes they suddenly stop all actions.

These are a kind of self-instinctive protection when the mind is blank.

But now, what makes Walter feel ashamed is that he has recovered, and he knows what happened.

But there were contradictions and faults between his consciousness and body.

His body was still terrified, so he couldn't move at all.

"That's the racial disparity."

Just as Walter was gnashing his teeth, Irmin said quietly.

At this moment, he clenched his fist tightly and seemed to be able to move.

And soon, he walked to Walter's side, then reached out to support his shoulder and shook violently.

For a moment, Walter felt that he couldn't even stand firmly. If Irmin hadn't supported him, he would have felt that he was going to fall.

But Ilmin's rocking was effective, because he suddenly felt in control of his body.

"thanks……"

But at this moment, Irmin did not respond to his friend immediately, because he had already set his sights on other people.

"It's not easy," he said in a low voice.

"It's ok."

Also started to watch the other fighters, Walter said.

"I don't think Lord Wittig will allow this situation to continue."

But before the young warrior could finish speaking, they saw the elf son raise his hand suddenly.

In an instant, the refreshing brilliance began to sway along with the emerging runes.

The peace of mind magic directly made all the soldiers feel at ease, no longer impetuous, and no longer restless.

At the same time, the man on the horse also slowly approached with his army.

As he approached, he said loudly:

"I'm glad, Wittig, that you didn't run away, and that your warriors seem to have confidence in you."

Accompanied by such a sound, the Hunlan soldiers approached slowly.

However, they did not come under the city in a flash.

In fact, when they were some distance away from the city gate, they had already dismounted, and the rest of the road was on foot.

After seeing those Hungarian warriors who came from afar chose to walk, Wittig, who had been on guard all along, let out a long sigh of relief.

"Open the city gate and take three hundred soldiers out of the city with me." He said.

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third later

Chapter 71: No Initiative

In fact, Wittig never let his guard down.

Even though he had confirmed that the food Etzel sent was free from toxins or other messy things, it was always right to be cautious.

And at the last moment, there was only one thing he was afraid of: that Etzel would use the opportunity when they opened the heavy steel gate to charge the defense line with cavalry.

But now, since they had dismounted, he also let go of his guard in this regard.

At least, what Etzel did was no longer suspicious.

As for why the Hungarian King was suspected, it was not because Wittig could not trust him.

It's because he can't afford to gamble...

He felt that he was not a wise man, and he couldn't strategize like others.

Therefore, all he can do is to increase his vigilance and ensure that every link does not go wrong.

Then, towards the end of his life.

Thinking of this, Wittig himself wanted to laugh.

Not because of anything else, but thinking about it carefully, his so-called cautiousness is actually quite ridiculous.

He has already understood that the so-called duel is the best way to reduce losses.

And more importantly, he knew that he had no chance of winning in the face of that man.

Even taking into account his own dignity and pride, he must say one thing: the winning rate is extremely low.

Wittig understood this when Etzel laughed out loud.

That man is a true Son of God, and all his fame is no joke.

And when facing him, even Wittig himself would have an instinctive panic in his heart.

Well, since he himself understands this.

What about Etzel as an enemy and rival?

Doesn't he understand?

It is impossible for him not to understand.

For him, the so-called duel should be a certainty.

So in this way, what was the reason for his previous caution and suspicion?

For a while, Wittig suddenly couldn't control the thoughts in his heart and began to think about it.

At the same time, his gaze was fixed on the heavy steel gate.

This city gate, the thick defensive wall, and the surrounding mountains constitute the ancient eastern defense line of the Gothic Kingdom.

It is said that at the beginning, it was just a line of flesh and blood defense composed of several fortresses. The ancient Gothic warriors had to fight those fierce beasts that came to kill them. After several generations of bloody fighting, the original city wall was only up the scale.

Later, with the reinforcement of several generations of Gothic kings, the city wall gradually became stronger, and the soldiers stationed here greatly reduced the casualty rate.

However, according to records, the former Gothic king Sigil was an insatiable person. He simply ignored the eastern defense line and turned his attention to the Netherlands.

Even after his death, the internal situation in the Gothic kingdom was in chaos.

It wasn't until King Ditmar was born, forcibly integrated the kingdom with absolute force, and fought and plundered everywhere that he vigorously strengthened this line of defense.

Thinking of this, Wittig couldn't help closing his eyes.

In his mind, he seemed to think he could still see the white-haired king.

Then, he clenched his fists and lowered his head again.

At the moment when his thoughts were complicated and chaotic, the heavy city gate was opened.

And then, subconsciously, he held his head up.

"Soldiers, follow me! Let's meet the King of Hunlan." He said.

For him, it's almost an instinctive behavior.

No matter what he thinks deep in his heart, he must give confidence to these soldiers under his command.

Because these fighters have trust in him and pin their hopes on him.

Then he must respond!

Then, with this in mind, Wittig walked out of the line of defense that he had been stationed for more than half a year with the [-] soldiers who had been selected.

Under the city wall, the leaders of both sides faced each other like this.

The holy sword warrior remained serious, but the rough Hunlan King smiled.

"So, I don't think there should be any more pleasantries, right?"

Before Wittig could say anything, Etzel spoke.

After hearing the words of the Hungarian King, Wittig couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.

Then, he nodded slowly.

"Yes."

He knew he had no choice from the start.

However, he must at least maintain this confidence until the last moment, and not let the soldiers feel that Goth is being led by the nose.

"very good!"

After hearing Wittig's short answer, Etzel couldn't help laughing.

"I just like straightforward fighters like you. One or two of those big shots who abandoned you have become bitches and even set up a memorial archway."

So said the King of Hunlan.

He seemed enthusiastic and did not treat Wittig as an outsider in the slightest.

However, what he said made Wittig frown.

"I think you should have read the letter written on the parchment, what opportunities for cooperation, what expectations are coming, those idiots don't seem to have considered the consequences of doing so."

"Um……"

Facing Etzel's words, Wittig did not give any negation.

He just nodded slowly.