You and me under the world tree

"Etzel was lying on the ground and couldn't get up. He was still thinking of delaying time and throwing the responsibility on these girls under my command? What? Do you want to shirk responsibility like him?"

Afterwards, Slude never gave Hermod any face.

She just came back to her senses, then waved her hand.

"Go back, the responsibility for this matter is not on your shoulders, even if the sky falls, I will bear it."

And just after the Valkyries left, Slude glanced at the War God Envoy again.

"I still have to report on these things that happened today, so don't bother me."

'boom'

With the trembling of its wings, Slude turned into a storm.

Anyone can see that she is not in a good mood.

A little grumpy.

In the end, Hermod could only be messed up by himself.

"Etzel..."

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In fact, there was a game of throwing the pot before lying dead.

It was probably Etzel's dead body—he wanted to give the pot to the Valkyrie.

When Helvey didn't know what to do, Slude pronounced the sentence first - he took the blame first.

Probably this is the process, which is why Slude is in a bad mood.

【scratch head】

Although it is only a description of the details, Slude, who can be guaranteed, is guaranteed.

Chapter 94: The Arrogant King of Hungary

The Frontier Legion is full of worries, and what they have to face is an uncertain future.

This abandoned Legion is destined to have a lot to go.

As for the Valkyrie and the Envoy, they were also troubled by the result of the duel that was beyond their control.

So far, the factions that have participated in the duel have been different from the Hungarians.

In a word, they are very happy.

There was even a banquet.

When returning to the camp, Etzer ordered the slaughter of sheep, roast meat, soup and the soldiers were allowed to drink.

All of a sudden, the entire camp was filled with joyful atmosphere.

Lost duel?

This kind of thing was really difficult to accept at first, but after seeing their king alive and kicking, most soldiers didn't think about these things anymore.

Anyway, this is not a real retreat.

What's more, they didn't lose anything in essence.

Even if there were war dead before, they are destined to get a lot of compensation.

What's more, they can go home after this wave, can they not be happy?

After all, the mentality of the Hungarian soldiers is different from that of people in other kingdoms. There is quite a trend of carpe diem here.

And, though the land is cruel.

But they do have a little attachment to this plain where monsters roam.

After all, this is their familiar residence.

However, even though the soldiers had various ideas, a leader like Etzel had to stand up and express his opinion.

So soon, under the layers of transmission from the commander of the thousand to the commander of the centurion, and then to the commander of the tens, the entire barracks knew one thing.

It's not that their king is inferior in skills, but just admires the strong will shown by the man named Wittig.

Because of admiration, I will give up the victory that I don't pay attention to.

Although this statement is not enough to convince all fighters, it still gives a reasonable explanation.

Etzel has always been unrestrained, which is seen by everyone, so you have to believe it if you don't believe it.

What's more, Etzel himself was the only leader of the Hungarian Empire.

Therefore, his every move will be the only instruction for the entire Hungary.

If you want to say why, this is the privilege of a hero who builds a huge kingdom from nothing.

Because he brought stability, because he made people in the eastern plains who were running around and might not even have enough to eat to live a stable life.

This is his confidence.

This is also the reason why those fighters were willing to follow him to fight a war that hadn't made any real progress for more than half a year.

"Humph."

Watching those cheerful fighters, Etzel couldn't help laughing.

He didn't stay in his seat, but wandered around the tent alone.

Sometimes I personally deliver some food to soldiers who have defense jobs and cannot have dinner together.

The Hungarian warriors were not blind either.

When they saw their king, their first reaction was of course to stand up directly.

However, Etzel just smiled and waved his hands.

"Just eat it, don't worry about me."

In fact, he himself has no special purpose, nothing more than wandering around in his tent when he is bored.

He was very happy to see the shocked and yearning expressions on the faces of those soldiers, and the sincere joy they showed when they had dinner together.

There is no interest involved, he just likes to look at the smiles on the faces of his subordinates.

Hungary...

This bloated, crude kingdom raised on the eastern plains was one of the few things in his life to be proud of.

And with such a leisurely look, Etzel walked slowly in his camp.

But then, his expression changed slightly.

Because he saw that there seemed to be something in the sky.

It was a figure.

And after noticing this, his original good mood was also destroyed.

"Tsk."

He frowned, and finally returned to his main tent.

"Hernberg."

he yelled casually.

And at the moment of his roll call, the soldier who was eating a leg of lamb with greasy hands jumped up.

"Your Majesty?"

"After you finish eating, ask Rudiger and the others to set up basic camp defenses. I'll go for a walk around, and it may take a while before I come back."

"it is good."

Although Hernberg frowned at the beginning, he didn't doubt the whereabouts of his king.

So at the end, he just nodded.

"I will."

"Well, it's over to you."

Afterwards, Etzel randomly found a war horse, and left the simple camp by himself.

He seems to be wandering around aimlessly, but in fact he keeps moving away from his camp.

In the end, he pulled the reins of the war horse a little, and made the horse stop obediently.

"boom"

'boom'

Immediately afterwards, as if impatiently waiting, a meteor-like glow directly hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Tsk tsk, don't be so anxious."

Immediately afterwards, what Etzel saw was the face of a man known as the fastest in the Nine Realms.

God of War Hermod!

In fact, because of the blood of the gods, Hermod's face is very in line with the aesthetics of humans and gods.

Handsome and upright.

And he didn't deliberately grow a beard, so he looked extraordinarily young and light.

However, there is a lingering distortion on such a face.

At this moment, anyone can see the anger hidden in Helmode's heart.

Naturally, even Etzel himself will not have any exceptions.

But what about this?

After all, he didn't care about it himself.

"You still have the face to mention this kind of thing here?"

Facing Etzel's half-smile expression, Hermod said coldly.

"What did you tell me before?"

"Ah, before I..."

Just when Helmold asked about this matter, Etzel showed a contemplative expression.

But soon, his tightly frowning brows relaxed.

"We've always been talking about Denmark, haven't we?"

"Yes."

"But I don't seem to have promised that I will win this duel, right?"

"you!"

"To be honest, I was quite happy playing, and Wittig also let me see his hard work. For me, this war itself has no regrets."

"but you……"

"I haven't made any promises to you in this regard, Hermod. Rather than engage in such small tricks, you might as well tell that bad old man about my demands earlier, and let him prepare these, so that I dare not Go and fight those people without any scruples."

How arrogant!

It's like treating the previous arrangements as nothing!

After hearing the intention conveyed in Etzel's tone, Hermod's expression became ugly.

"Are you so confident?"

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