You and me under the world tree

The power of magic is mysterious, even the gods dare not underestimate it.

And once the power of the mysterious runes is out of control, the damage will naturally not only be the body.

In human beings, once the soul becomes weak, it becomes weak.

The so-called 'life' is like this.

"Then... please write a prescription."

Just when Helvey couldn't help closing her eyes, Walter's voice came from her ear.

Then, she also took out the pen and paper, and began to write the most basic herbs.

"The external application is all here, and the internal use can be prepared according to this sequence. If there is a wizard who is willing to assist, the effect will be better."

"Thank you."

At this moment, Walter took the prescription filled with the names and quantities of herbs so calmly, and then carefully received it in his arms.

"Actually, I still have a bottle of potion here."

At this moment, a slow voice suddenly came from Walter's ear.

And when he turned around, he looked like he had seen a ghost.

In fact, Gothic fighters are all the same.

When they followed the sound, what they saw was the King of Hunland who had already stood up.

etzel.

This man is just touching his neck at this moment, but anyone can see that the glow that belongs to magic is emanating from his whole body.

The healing magic derived from the second rune has just dissipated

"You can still stand..."

Staring at the Hungarian King who seemed to be doing nothing, Walter said coldly.

But at the same time, there was more fear in his heart.

Obviously it was just face to face, but the moment the Son of God's gaze swept over him, he couldn't stop trembling.

"Isn't it normal for me to stand, I can do magic."

Etzel didn't seem to have any airs, and he answered Walter's question very casually.

However, perhaps it was because of Walter's question that attracted his full attention.

At this moment, he simply ignored the embarrassing Valkyrie, but carefully looked at the young warrior standing in front of him.

His body was clearly trembling, but he didn't take a step back, as if he wanted to protect Wittig who had lost consciousness.

"Tsk tsk, those stupid lords have abandoned warriors like you."

he opened his mouth to speak.

And these words undoubtedly made the expressions of the Gothic fighters even uglier.

But just when he was about to say something, a hand stretched out.

"Ok?"

A plainly dressed soldier caught his attention directly.

Because he stopped directly in front of Walter who was holding the prescription, his face was cold.

"Irmin..."

"Oh..."

Although he admired the courage of ordinary people shown by Walter, he was more concerned about the man in front of him.

"You said you have medicine?"

Before Etzel could say anything, the warrior named Ilmin spoke.

"Correct."

Not in a hurry to exchange pleasantries, Etzel said.

At this moment, he palmed, and a bottle of red medicine that looked extremely clear and free of impurities appeared in his hand.

It looks a bit like blood, but it's not that simple.

"This is a life potion that only wizards from the giant kingdom can concoct. It can heal any injury, and the wound on the soul can also be repaired. The effect of this thing is much better than the potion in the mortal world. After all, the raw material is Midgard. Arrived."

Then, he casually threw it to Irmin.

"But don't drink too much, about one sip a day, the human body can't bear this kind of power, even the son of elves."

After that, Etzel just laughed out loud.

"By the way, this thing can even get rid of toxins. It's very versatile. It's even useful for some injuries that can't be healed by pure magic, because it replenishes 'life force'."

The Hungarian King grinned widely.

After hearing his words, Irmin subconsciously frowned.

"Anyway, tell Wittig I appreciate him."

Regardless of Irmin's frown, Etzel just smiled boldly.

Then he patted Irmin on the shoulder directly, and put his arms around him again.

"Remember to convey my kindness."

He opened his mouth to speak, but then his voice dropped, and only Irmin, who was close at hand, could hear him.

"my brother."

Hearing this, Irmin's complexion suddenly began to change drastically.

"I'm not your brother." He gritted his teeth.

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The second update_(:з」∠)_

Chapter 92: Expectations, Choices

Wittig and Ilmin had a brief secret conversation about this, known only to them.

At this time, no one noticed this.

Because all the soldiers subconsciously focused on the potion in Ilmin's hand.

In the transparent crystal bottle, the red liquid is flowing slowly, exuding a mysterious glow.

In fact, most people have a fear of the unknown.

For example, they will never touch things like potions that look strange and seem to be beyond cognition.

Not because of anything else, because they don't know what the potion is for.

What's more, it was sent by the previous enemy.

Etzel the Great of Hungary...

Under the premise of being an enemy, the identity of the Son of God will not bring any positive effects.

worship?

longing?

This kind of thing is only available when you exist as a comrade-in-arms or even a leader.

And when the enemy exists, the identity of the son of god and the hero valued by the gods brings only boundless fear and even hatred.

People's hearts are not necessarily all firm, and the hatred that surges deep in the heart is not necessarily all "everything happens for a reason" according to the universal moral view.

The hatred of the Son of God did not even come from pure fear, nor was it purely because Etzer had hurt the Wittig whom they respected.

Maybe it's just pure jealousy.

Jealous of his power, jealous of his parentage.

He is born to be unattainable, and many mortals may not be able to achieve his achievements if they work hard for a lifetime.

Moreover, this achievement is not necessarily brought about by his own efforts.

As a warrior, he was born to stand above all others.

Born to be one in a million!

But no matter what the reason is, whether it is noble or dirty, the hostility created by the opposition caused by identity and stand makes them extremely vigilant.

Because no matter what, the unknown potion sent by the enemy is dangerous no matter how you look at it, right?

However, when Etzel casually touched the mysterious veil of the potion, the feeling changed.

Although the vigilance in their hearts had not completely dissipated, they really had a lot of affection for the potion.

Ah, look, does the bright red flowing slowly in the crystal bottle look like the rhythm of life?

Well, although it wouldn't be so exaggerated, under various mentalities, they all focused on the life potion in Irmin's hand.

Maybe they will question it, but the curiosity emanating from the bottom of their hearts will never go away anyway.

In fact, this was also the reason why Ilmin frowned subconsciously before.

What he doubted was not the effect of the potion, but Etzel's attitude.

If it was said that Etzel had given him the potion in private, he might still question the effect of the potion.

But now, Irmin began to doubt his intentions.

After all, this potion is too precious...

Regardless of its actual effectiveness, once the value of this potion is publicized, there will definitely be big problems.

Thinking of this, Irmin couldn't help but scan the surrounding soldiers.

Their expressions were different, but they all showed curiosity.

These 300 fighters who followed Wittig have courage, but who can know whether they have greed in their hearts?

What's more, this news is destined to be hidden.

Even if it is ordered to be concealed now, this kind of news will still spread after all.

I'm afraid that the entire frontier army, and even the entire Gothic kingdom, will cause quite a storm.

What's more, Wittig is still seriously injured.

"What the hell are you trying to do?"

Thinking of this, Irmin couldn't help but said in a cold voice.

"nothing much."

Seeing the cold face of the young soldier, Etzel just grinned.

"Didn't I say that? I admire Wittig very much, so I don't want his warrior path to be cut off like this."

At this moment, the expression of the King of Hunlan showed no hesitation, not even any falsehood.

He looked bold and sincere, but Ilmin was not infected by such sincerity.

Because he will never forget the identity of the man in front of him.

He is the king of Hungary.

To be able to sit securely on the seat of the lord of a country, such a person must not only have great strength, but also possess wisdom that is in line with the interests of the kingdom.

After all, if he really had no brains, the whole of Hungary would not be so stable.

"Do you think I'll believe that?"

"Why don't you believe it?"