You and me under the world tree

In the end, when a certain sensitive voice came, Hernberg's complexion changed rapidly.

He turned his head and found that it was a young man's words.

But before he could reprimand him, Rüdiger, who was also the commander in chief, slapped him directly.

'Snapped'

The clear voice echoed like this.

After all, Rüdiger has a violent temper, but his thinking is naturally quite clear as he is active as the captain.

The reason why he came forward and slapped the soldier directly.

The purpose is not to vent anger, but to protect him.

And soon, Rudiger glanced at the Valkyrie in the sky.

He found that the women didn't seem to notice the situation below.

However, they may have noticed, but they just don't care about the opinions of ordinary people.

For a while, Rudiger suddenly felt a bit of a dilemma.

He was ready to take responsibility and apologize.

However, those women paid no attention to him.

So after hesitating for a moment, he spoke:

"The Valkyries are fair referees."

Rudiger spoke slowly, but at this moment, his voice seemed inexplicably dry and cold.

"No one can question their choices."

Immediately afterwards, he raised his head and glanced at the king lying on the ground.

"Besides, our king can use magic. Just wiping the wound on his neck is not enough to kill him."

Rudiger said angrily.

Those low-level soldiers don't know this, don't they commanders don't know this?

You must know that quite a few of these commanders, including Hernberg, accompanied the rise of the king.

In the beginning, they were just a small tribe gathered for survival. Later, they fought around and suppressed other nomadic settlements with sheer strength, and finally formed the huge and bloated Hungarian Empire today.

These 'old men' have almost blind trust in the level of their own king.

"It's actually better for us to lose this war than to win it."

Staring at Etzel lying on the ground as if dead, Hernberg said slowly.

"According to the original agreement, even if we lose, we can still get a lot of 'compensation' from Goth, and we can get a lot of food and seeds, and maybe a fortune in minerals."

"However, the king's honor has been tarnished."

Those who are still resentful about this are naturally those young soldiers who have just joined the army.

As for these proud young people, Hernberg just showed a weird smile.

"Honor? What does that thing do? Does it help you survive here on the eastern plains?"

When he said this, Hernberg sighed again.

"This world is very realistic. What allows us to live in this world is always the barbecue in our hands and the flowing river. It is definitely not the so-called glory, and the so-called death should also create greater value!"

These are the values ​​of the Eastern Plains.

This is the concept of survival that the fighters of the Hungarian Empire should have.

Not afraid of life and death is because they are worth fighting for. It is not some illusory glory, but to let others survive better.

"I'm going to see the king."

In the end, Hernberg left the main force alone, and rushed towards the center of the arena alone.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Gothic warriors had surrounded their leader.

At this moment, they didn't care about the result announced by the Valkyrie.

The joy of victory may have been there, but it quickly turned into lingering worry.

"Mr Wittig!"

"Lord Executive Officer!"

They really wanted to touch the standing man, maybe even give him a good rest.

But when they were surrounded, they didn't have the courage.

Not because of anything else, but because they were afraid that they would reach out for nothing, and Wittig's current situation looked particularly miserable.

"What's the use of worrying here! Get out of the way!"

And just as they were chattering, the voice from the sky made them retreat subconsciously.

Immediately afterwards, they saw the Valkyrie descend from the sky.

Her beauty was enough to move anyone's heart, and the moment she got close, the warriors thought they even smelled a unique fragrance.

However, the Valkyrie did not look at the fighters.

From beginning to end, her eyes were only on Wittig.

She looked at his bloody face, at his twisted arms and his collapsed chest.

But to Helvey, the most important thing was still that face.

Wittig was a handsome man.

But he inherited more of his father's looks than his mother's.

Also because his face was similar to his father Wieland, Hervey suddenly felt bitterness and pain in her heart.

"I……"

While breathing weakly, he seemed to be muttering something.

But when Helvey approached subconsciously, what she heard was still the words like a spell.

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

Wittig whispered.

And his words inevitably moved the Valkyrie.

"You have an excellent child, Wieland."

At this moment, Helvey's mood was very complicated, she just raised the scroll in her hand, and then unfolded it.

The next moment, the magic sealed in the scroll quickly spread out, and then, the magic slowly flowed into his body, simply repairing most of the injuries on his body.

The broken flesh and blood reconnected, the shattered breastbone began to heal, and so did the messy internal organs.

magic……

This kind of thing is so overbearing.

But it didn't come without a price, and his spirit and soul would bear a much more serious burden.

Moreover, the potential of the body is limited after all.

"Get a good night's sleep."

Helvetia said in a low voice.

However, the man still didn't close his eyes that had long lost his spirit.

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

"..."

Perhaps, he has long since lost consciousness, and being able to stand up now is nothing more than an instinct engraved in his body.

Even though he is tired and in pain, he still stands here.

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I'm writing the second one, and I'll update it in the afternoon _(:з」∠)_

Chapter 91: This is the potion of life, with it...

Staring at the warrior whose eyes had long lost brilliance, the Valkyrie did nothing else in the end.

She just stared at his bloody face for a long time.

Then he took two steps back.

"Most of the injuries on his body have been healed, but the berserk spell has seriously overdrawn his physical strength, and the power of the previous magic counterattack has also caused great damage to his body and soul."

Almost subconsciously, Helvey told the Gothic warriors about Wittig.

But before explaining much, she stopped.

Not because of anything else, because she felt that instead of talking about these messy things, it would be better to talk about something useful.

"In short, what he needs now is rest, and he may have to rest for a long time, and he also needs medical assistance."

"How long, then, will Mr. Wittig need to recuperate?"

Before Helvey's voice fell, a voice came from the crowd of Gothic warriors.

It's Walter!

"If you mean living like a normal person, it will only take a few months if all the herbs are in place."

"But Mr. Wittig is no ordinary man, he is a fighter."

Walter said.

And for this, no one will question it.

But for the warrior of elf blood, it is far from enough to just live like ordinary people.

The normal life of a soldier is very different from that of an ordinary person.

At least, that kind of life can never be described by the word 'calm'.

Because a warrior needs to swing a sword frequently, exercise his martial arts, and also need to exercise his body frequently to ensure that his physical fitness and strength will not degrade.

For the fighters, it is never the daily life that bothers them, but how to maintain themselves in the peak state to fight at any time.

Originally, Wittig was still young.

The physical fitness of the elf hybrid endowed him with resilience and physique beyond ordinary people, and he didn't have to worry about slipping from the peak.

Just keep exercising every day.

but now……

"The squeeze on the body and potential of the berserk technique is not so easy to recover."

Facing the gaze of the young soldier, Helvey spoke.

"This depends on Wittig's own physical quality. If he has paid attention to his physical conditioning from the past, and didn't rely on his youth to mess around, it may only take a few years to restore his former peak."

Speaking of this, Helvey couldn't help but glanced at Wittig again.

"However, if he was relying on his youthful capital and overdrawing his potential, this battle will only cause all his internal injuries to explode, and he may never be able to return to the battlefield in this lifetime."

In fact, Helvey's statement is already very optimistic.

Most of what she talks about now is related to external physical consumption, or even the mental load and pressure.

These can be recovered through long-term self-cultivation.

However, Wittig still has an injury that cannot be ignored: the soul.

Etzel's magic counterattack directly broke Wittig's magic before, and the huge power that had not yet formed but had gathered directly recoiled at him.