You and me under the world tree

Yes, once Dietrich Dietmarssen, now Dietrich Dietermadottir is just one person.

However, the soldiers around were obviously frightened by her.

Even myself is the same.

Yes, even myself!

Thinking of this, the general couldn't help feeling ashamed and angry.

"Boom"

He directly hit the barrier at hand hard.

I am the general of the city defense army!

You must not back down, let alone feel panic!

Although he was warning in his heart, a touch of impatience still appeared on his face.

"Where is the messenger I sent to the palace earlier?" he shouted.

"General, the messenger just set off not long ago, and I'm afraid he's still on his way."

"..."

Upon hearing the news, the generals defending the city did not say anything.

"What about the civilians?"

"When you heard that someone was invading, you immediately ordered the evacuation of civilians, and now the streets are empty."

"..."

After hearing the report from his cronies, he finally just breathed a sigh of relief.

This is the limit of what he, the general of the city defense army, can do.

As for the rest...

"I've given you a chance."

Just when the general was thinking carefully, he heard such a voice.

Although that's just a woman's voice, but for them now, this voice is enough to make them feel trembling!

Because this is no less than a ghost taking his life!

"Since you don't plan to open the door, then I can only pay a visit in person!"

Then, the ram warrior standing under the city gate gently pulled his special rein.

Along with a long hiss, the Nightmare Warhorse Falke began to charge.

At the same time, Dietrich's right hand was clasped. Accompanied by the flames, the same burning magic sword appeared in her hand.

Howling Sword - Howl of Giants!

'boom'

Before the general had time to give an order, the magic sword directly bombarded the closed city gate.

Then, the metal city gate was completely torn apart, and the flaming horse rushed forward, galloping all the way towards the central palace.

On the masonry ground, the horseshoe prints of the flames are clearly visible!

"You can't bear a single blow?"

Looking at the horseshoe prints going all the way, the general's face couldn't help showing a touch of bitterness.

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Two updates_(:з」∠)_

Today is another day of stretching hips orz

Fight for three more tomorrow.

This time it is definitely not a flag_(:з」∠)_

Chapter 81: Break In!

At this moment, the general of the city defense army couldn't help feeling dizzy.

His tall and strong body trembled a little, as if he was about to fall down.

"General!"

Seeing that he was about to fall, the cronies around him hurriedly reached out to help him.

But soon, the man finally waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.

"Hero City, Voltus, King of Wartooth..."

After finally standing still, the general just uttered these words.

And the more he talked about it, the bitterness in his heart became stronger.

"This is the ancient city of heroes, the city where the ancient kings once lived."

After hearing the general's absent-minded words, the surrounding soldiers couldn't help but fell silent.

After all, they are all citizens of the Kingdom of Denmark, and for them, the story of Harald, the king of war teeth, has been heard since childhood.

It can be said that the ancient king was the idol of the Danish warriors from childhood to adulthood.

It is also for this reason that they are very familiar with the ancient city of heroes, Voltus.

This is where the king of war teeth who fought in the South and North was crowned king.

On that day, the boy took over the crown from his grandfather and stood on the throne with a childish attitude.

On that day, a young man favored by the gods was born. He began to fight north and south, and the name of "War Teeth" resounded throughout Midgard.

Almost all his life was spent in war.

During the war, his kingdom gradually became richer and its territory became extremely vast.

He began to rebuild the city that he had always ruled.

In the end, the mediocre royal city finally became the heroic (war teeth) city named after him.

The scope of his direct rule was beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and his cronies were appointed to take over the places where he could not directly rule.

In fact, the current popular lord system, which is easy to win over those powerful heroes who are alone, only appeared because of this move of the king of war teeth.

And until now, the story of the king of war teeth is still circulating.

Because the old Danish king is very influential in terms of influence, and even now it is known to everyone, to the extent that everyone knows it.

As citizens of the Kingdom of Denmark, they always have a lingering sense of pride deep in their hearts.

Especially for the guards who lived and defended the ancient city of Voltus, Harald was always an idol to them.

The heroic souls of the idols they worship have already entered Valhalla to share the glory with the gods.

But his body was sleeping under the city, in the huge royal tomb.

Voltus, Denmark's heroic city, was never captured.

Even though the king of Denmark died outside, he has never been attacked head-on.

But now, the myth of the city that was said to be favored because of Harald is finally about to be broken.

Moreover, the reason why they were broken was because of their incompetence.

As a soldier defending the city.

Before they could even react, they saw the rough and heavy city walls being torn apart by the soldiers from the enemy country.

They have no way to stop it, let alone the ability to stop it.

Even, they didn't have the guts to stop it.

Perhaps at that time, the inner shock and fear subconsciously made them stay in place.

However, when they recalled the incident afterwards, a sense of humiliation involuntarily surfaced in their hearts.

“Cities are just cities after all.”

Just when the soldiers lost their minds, the general who came to his senses first spoke.

"It's not the city that matters now, it's Gothic."

Also because their general spoke first, the soldiers gradually came to their senses.

"General, what should we do?"

"How to do?"

After hearing the questions asked by the soldiers, the general couldn't help but smile wryly.

These fighters can pin their hopes on him at will, but what about him?

Who can he pin his hopes on?

Pinned on the king?

Or is it entrusted to the commanders or lords of the kingdom's army who have a high reputation?

Maybe in the past, I would really do that without hesitation.

Almost subconsciously, the general of the city defense army began to rub his chin.

And when he touched the stubble, the general couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

He is no longer young after all.

Because he is no longer young, he no longer has the drive he had when he was young, and he himself is not the kind of fighter who can crush everything with his strong personal strength.

Therefore, in the army, it is inevitable to be rounded up and flattened by various forces.

To put it bluntly, he will not easily pin his hopes on other people.

Especially those big people and high-ranking people.

There is no one to rely on.

Thinking of this, the general couldn't help but turn his attention to the horseshoe print on the ground again.

On the masonry avenue, the footprints of the Nightmare Warhorse left shallow pits directly on the road.

But it was the horseshoe print that burned with a ray of flame.

Perhaps the subtle flames are not enough to attract attention, but a large number of horseshoe prints have gathered into a flame road leading to the palace of Hero City.

"How do I know what to do?" he whispered.

At the same time, at the end of the flame road, the nightmare warhorse Falke ran wildly all the way.

Maybe it's because this time, its mistress didn't stop it from showing its true nature, so it was extra excited.

This kind of excitement was not only reflected in the manic speed, but more importantly, its skin, which looked no different from that of a normal war horse, was also cracked.

From the cracks in the skin, sparks continued to overflow.

And with that long hiss like a monster and nightmare, Falke finally jumped high.

It directly and lightly passed over those warriors who had the courage to rush towards it.

Immediately afterwards, the Nightmare Warhorse trampled heavily on the ground.

'boom'

Accompanied by a heavy sound, the moment the horse's four hooves landed on the ground, a big hole was created.

'boom'

Then, before those soldiers reacted.

Falk kicked his hind legs mercilessly and kicked the soldier away.