You and me under the world tree

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For this reason, his eyes subconsciously began to congest.

Although Wittig still covered his mouth, anyone could see the dissatisfaction and anger in his heart just by looking at him like this.

As for this kind of anger, the King of Hunlan didn't seem to see it at all.

"If that's all there is, it's really disappointing to me. I originally thought that you, as a young warrior of the Gothic Kingdom, should be a little bit good. After all, you have stabilized Studus, but now I think about it carefully. Thinking, you shouldn’t have defeated him with that divine sword in your hand, right?”

"Cough cough cough cough."

At this moment, Wittig's cough became violent.

Anyone could see that Etzel seemed to have poked him in a sore spot, so his emotions became agitated for a moment.

But what about getting excited?

Because now, he is the weak one who is suppressed.

So you can only listen to the ridicule of the enemy.

"Once you leave the Mimonger Excalibur, you can't do anything!"

Thinking of this, Wittig suddenly felt that he couldn't even hold the sword in his hand.

Maybe, he is really like what he said.

Even just like his own name, he must be a weak person who can only rely on the divine sword Mimeng to run amok.

Just a weakling with a name for nothing.

In an instant, just as Wittig lost his mind, the King of Hunlan flew directly in front of him, and kicked him out.

'boom'

That kick hit the chest, and even the metal armor began to shatter.

"Mr Wittig!"

"Lord Executive Officer!"

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Chapter 77: Valuable Adversaries

Under the horrified and worried eyes of the Gothic warriors, Wittig's body was kicked up like a powerless kite.

He is a tall warrior, in terms of physique and appearance, he completely conforms to the mainstream aesthetics of Midgard.

It can be seen from this that even though he is not considered rough, his physique is definitely not petite.

But such a person with the weight and physique of a normal soldier was kicked up by King Etzer at will, and his armor was even torn apart by him.

Anyone can see the weight of the King of Hunlan's kick.

And after receiving this blow head-on, Wittig's body seemed to lose control for a moment, and flew upside down.

Wearing armor, his body began to roll on the ground, even the helmet was thrown aside, and the hair fell on his shoulders.

His hair is not considered long, because if it is too long, it will not fit into the helmet.

But even so, the not-so-long hair that only reached the shoulders also highlighted the embarrassment and messiness.

But, more importantly, Wittig could feel the tremor coming from his own body.

It seems to have reached the limit...

Before, it was the riot energy generated when the magic was forcibly shattered and countered, and then it suffered a merciless blow from the King of Hungarians while in a daze.

He felt that his internal organs had shifted.

Even now, he seemed to feel like his guts were being ripped apart.

At this moment, he couldn't concentrate too much attention at all, and the thoughts in his head began to wander violently and randomly.

Speaking of which, in the previous game that could be counted on one hand, he really made too many mistakes.

Because of the sheer gap in physique and strength, he turned his hopes to magic.

And because of the convenience of magic itself, plus he has also learned several kinds of elemental magic with powerful lethality.

So I took advantage of the situation.

It is precisely because of this that it will be completely suppressed.

As a warrior, as a warrior of magic, it seemed that he had no hope of winning from the beginning.

After realizing this, he suddenly felt that he couldn't exert any strength.

If there is an Excalibur...

Ah, it turns out that I am really just a warrior relying on the divine sword Mimonger.

Without the divine sword forged by my father, or even the shield and armor that my father once forged, I really can't do anything.

When the lingering pain was surging in his body, his consciousness gradually became lax.

In the eyes that were still slightly bright, there was no gleam in the end.

He may still be conscious, but he probably won't be able to stand up anyway.

"Mr Wittig..."

"Lord Executive Officer!"

No matter how much his soldiers shouted, Wittig couldn't move.

While watching him like this, the expression of the King of Hunlan did not change at all.

He just watched Wittig's hand.

At this moment, Wittig still gripped his sword tightly in his hand.

Because even if he was kicked flying, his hand never let go of the sword that the warrior relied on for survival.

Moreover, Etzel could see very clearly that Wittig didn't seem to have any precautions and adjustments before, but when he fell to the ground and rolled over, he was still trying his best to adjust his body and protect his vital neck.

And under his own adjustments, he didn't actually suffer much additional damage.

It looked like a mess, but Etzel was absolutely convinced that the only thing that really hurt him was the first forward kick.

Perhaps because of the difference in physique, that blow also caused enough damage to him to faint.

But did Wittig really pass out from this injury?

It is said that he once fought with giants and killed the giant who caused the disaster in the territory of Gitland, so does this kind of him have the experience of bearing the heavy blows of giants?

At this moment, not many people know what Etzel is thinking at this moment.

Because what most people saw was the soldier lying on the ground and the standing King of Hunlan.

All they can see is the power displayed by the status of 'Son of God'.

Oh yes, and that loud taunt he made earlier.

For a warrior, humiliation means being instantly defeated and ridiculed by others.

And now, what Wittig has suffered is such a double blow.

It was obvious that Etzel tried his best to ridicule there, and demoted Wittig, the former number one warrior, to nothing.

But he just couldn't make a comeback, and he couldn't even cause trouble for Etzel.

There is probably no more shameful thing in this world than this, because it is like losing one's reputation and life for nothing.

However, this is a good thing for those guys in the sky.

"Whether Etzel allows it or not, Wittig doesn't actually have enough confidence and qualifications to be his opponent."

After seeing that the Excalibur Warrior hadn't stood up for a long time, Hermod couldn't help but speak.

"Whatever he thinks, the fight is over."

Just when Hermod said that, the referee on the arena—Helvey, who was in charge of adjudicating the result of the duel, couldn't help clenching her fists.

Wittig was still breathing, she noticed.

After realizing this, she first breathed a sigh of relief, and then couldn't help raising her hand.

"Victor! Hun..."

"To shut up."

Just when Helvey was about to announce the result of the duel, Etzel directly stopped him.

And this obstruction inevitably made Hermod feel bitter.

What kind of moth is this master trying to fix?

"As I said, Etzel will not let this duel end like this."

Slude shook his head slowly when he saw that the Hungarian King prevented the verdict from being announced.

"He is a pure fighter, and after reaching the pinnacle of honor, what he longs for is a worthy opponent. He longs for the feeling of blood boiling."

"Wittig, do you know why I made an appointment with you for this decisive battle?"

Just as Slude slowly narrated her knowledge of the Hungarian King, the rough warrior on the ground spoke slowly.

"Because I think you are a worthy opponent, and you should be able to bring me a lot of fun!"

Just like that, his voice echoed in the arena.

"But now, you let me down, since I can't get satisfaction from you, don't blame me for not keeping the agreement with you!"

Having said that, Etzel laughed.

There was a hint of bloodthirsty in his smile, which made people feel cold all over.

"Do you want to know what kind of combat power the Gothic frontier army can play without you? How long can they last under the attack of my soldiers? Even if they escape, how many can escape?"

At the moment when his consciousness was lax, Wittig was suddenly awakened by these words.

His eyes that had already lost their luster suddenly recovered a little at this moment, and his consciousness seemed to have recovered a little.

"Cough cough."

He just started coughing.

"Stand up! Wittig! Show your worth!"

"I can not."

The fallen warrior just clenched the sword in his hand, exerting all his strength, and began to fight against the pain lingering on his body.

"I can't fall down yet..."

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The third one is writing and writing

Chapter 78: At least for this moment, he is a hero

"Lord Executive Officer!"