You and me under the world tree

But there is a big or small problem in this.

"But even the Skemin itself gets tired after a day and night of running."

Finally, Helmold couldn't help but mention this.

"If that woman's purpose is to go to Denmark's royal city to fight, then theoretically speaking, she should be more prepared."

Although Helmold verbally said that he was more prepared, but everyone knew exactly what he wanted to say.

To put it bluntly, how could Dietrich spend the energy of her war horse there at will?

You must know that Denmark's heroic city cannot be her end no matter from any angle.

She was going to send the gauntlet, and in the end she must consider the result after sending the gauntlet.

Even though she has a strong combat power, she is smart and will not be the first to kill in the royal city of Denmark without authorization.

She is bound to strangle the ancient kingdom of the northern peninsula to death through the most formal means.

"No matter how you look at it, it's impossible..."

Seeing the unbelievable expression displayed by Helmode, Slude sighed without leaving a trace.

"So, no one has stipulated that the descendants of Sleipnir are the fastest war horses in the world, right? Dietrich's war horse comes from Jotunheim after all, so the pedigree should not be bad."

After hearing Slude's words, Hermod fell silent for an instant.

In fact, the god of war made himself not care about the issue of war horses.

All he cared about was Dietrich's arrival in the Danish capital.

"Originally, I thought she would spend at least a few more days."

After a moment of silence, Hermod couldn't help but speak.

"Originally, including the round-trip time for sending the letter of war, she would need at least half a month to officially launch the war, and the time should be completely in time."

It can be seen that at this time, he has such a feeling of lack of confidence.

However, he didn't say anything wrong.

Because he used a human being like Skeming as a reference, and he knew that Dietrich would not mess around in this regard, so he must be careful.

Hence the series of speculations.

However, the speed shown by the Nightmare Warhorse Falke exceeded his expectations.

Totally mess up his plans, that's all.

"In this way, the woman will take another three days... No, I'm afraid an all-out war will be launched in two days."

In the beginning, Helmold subconsciously doubled the time the woman took.

But soon, he realized that it was not that simple.

Since Dietrich was no fool, she should have arranged everything the moment she left the castle.

So what's the worst-case scenario?

"That woman is bound to launch a war against Denmark, and she is obviously pursuing efficiency and speed. If there is no accident, the main force of the Goths has already reached the border at this time."

After realizing this, Hermod couldn't help covering his head.

"Damn! Damn!"

At this moment, a wave of panic surged deep in Helmode's heart for no reason.

Because he remembered what Etzel had said.

It was he who disrupted the layout of Hungary and led to the current situation.

As for Denmark...

At this moment, the envoy subconsciously turned his gaze to the distance, which was the direction of Denmark.

At the same time, far away in the northern peninsula, riding the burning flaming horse, Her Royal Highness the Princess in full gear had already arrived at the gate of Hero City.

She didn't hide too much, so the moment she appeared, the guards in the entire city immediately mobilized.

However, they did not dare to act rashly.

Not because of anything else, because the extremely high-profile, flamboyant warrior in front of the city gate was someone they couldn't afford to provoke at first glance.

Flames radiated from her body, and her armor was like flowing red molten iron.

"Open the gates!"

Dietrich's voice revealed a ferocity that could not be disobeyed.

At the same time, Falk also revealed his irritable side.

Its body continuously emits flames, and the sparks erupting from its cracked skin cannot be underestimated by anyone.

Its long hiss is chilling, and even directly shatters the cold perception of the Nether.

What is called death, what is called the nether world, can also be fiery.

The roaring nightmare horse declared so.

"Quickly pass the information to His Majesty and the others, go!"

Watching the soldiers standing in front of the city gate, the general in charge of city defense roared loudly.

And at this moment, before the old Danish hero city, the ram of fire seemed to growl and neigh.

"Open the city gate! I won't say it a second time!"

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The second is later_(:з」∠)_

I got up late today, I don’t know why, maybe it’s about to hibernate _(:з」∠)_

Chapter 80: One Blow! Break the City!

In front of the city gate, the ram warrior with his helmet on fire roared like this.

Accompanied by his voice, the Danish soldiers responsible for defending the royal city stood motionless.

And the ridiculous thing is that it's not because of how strong their will is.

In fact, they're still standing there for one reason: fear.

Because of fear, they found that they had no way to control their bodies, unable to move a step.

It may be because the air in Denmark is still icy cold. After experiencing the rising flames, the phantom of the huge flame ram in their eyes is even gradually expanding.

And with Dietrich's roar, this phantom even rushed towards his face.

"Fake, it's all fake!"

Finally, the soldiers in charge of defending the city suddenly shouted loudly.

Obviously the woman standing at the gate of the city did nothing, but as long as she stood there, the visual effect created by the molten iron armor and the burning flame horse was enough to break through the inner defenses of some vulnerable people.

What's more, for Denmark, there is actually no difference between the former Gothic prince Dietrich and the current Gothic princess Dietrich.

They have been suppressed from beginning to end without any change.

"calm down!"

'Snapped'

Just after a soldier suddenly started to howl loudly, the general defending the city couldn't help but slap the childish soldier across the face.

Although this kind of behavior was extremely rough, it was the fastest way to restore the soldier's calm under such circumstances.

At the same time, it may be because of excessive force.

After being slapped by his immediate superior, the howling soldier fell to the ground.

He looked as if he was in a daze, but soon, he shifted his gaze to the general who slapped him.

"what……"

For a moment, he couldn't say anything, just stared blankly.

The grumpy general just grabbed his shoulder and shook it vigorously.

"You wake up!"

"Will die..."

"I told you to be sober! You are still alive!"

"He's going to die! I saw my brother burn with flames! He couldn't put it out, and he kept begging me to save him! But I couldn't save him at all!"

After hearing the soldier's howl, the general couldn't help but be taken aback.

Then, his bodyguard lightly poked his shoulder.

"General, he was transferred from the border." The guard said in a low voice, "Originally he was an excellent soldier in the legion and had high hopes, but a few years ago, a conflict broke out between our kingdom and the Goths. Contact with Dietrich's troops took place."

After hearing this, the man called the general frowned subconsciously.

"Then what?" he asked.

"Then, they all died. It is said that Dietrich rode a horse and charged through the army with two flaming swords in his hand. All the soldiers became fuel for the flames before they could stop him. Thousands The human vanguard was wiped out, and only he survived."

Thousands of people were wiped out in the flames.

This scene is not difficult for the general to imagine.

At this moment, such a scene also appeared in his brain.

If thousands of people are on the scene at one point, what kind of scene is...

"hiss."

Before he had time to think about it, the general hurriedly shook his head.

No one wants to imagine such a scene, and as the only survivor, the psychological shadow of the howling soldier can be imagined.

Even at this moment, the general was not in the mood to blame the howler for not having any similar burn marks on his body.

Because in that situation, what can resistance do?

Even running away is human nature.

"you are still alive."

Finally, the general squatted down and patted the sobbing soldier on the shoulder.

"As long as there is life, there is hope!" he said.

However, after hearing such words, although the soldier stopped crying, he was still in a daze.

After seeing this scene, the general only felt that his throat and chest were congested.

Obviously they still have something to say, but the words are blocked in their throats, and they can't say anything.

After all, what can be said now?

Finally, the general patted him on the shoulder.

"You two."

He randomly assigned two soldiers whose morale was slightly low.

"Take him to have a good rest, and cook some soothing soup for him to drink."

"Yes!"

I don't know whether it was because the general let them leave the city wall, or let them save their comrades.

In short, the two soldiers assigned were indeed relieved.

For them, it is indeed a good thing to leave the city wall now.

Because not everyone wants to continue to pay attention to the Gothic princess who came to the city wall alone to show off her might.