You and me under the world tree

On the surface, Denmark as a whole is in an extremely dangerous situation.

A direct decisive battle is definitely unbeatable. After all, when the princess did not participate in the battle, the dragon blood warrior and the weapon master alone rubbed them on the ground. After Dietrich himself participated in the battle, the result is naturally doomed of.

As for the so-called Netherlands, this aspect is not reliable at all, after all, they have already formed an alliance with the Goths.

After all the calculations, it seemed that Elmrich was the only one who could be called a friend.

But Elmrich is also to some extent difficult to protect himself, because of the frontier war, he can't even suppress his own lords.

For the gods, the human world is a war strategy game that can be overlooked, and Denmark is only one step away from subjugation.

There is no time for military or political strategy.

It can be called the most shitty opening in history, the kind that whoever likes to play can play.

"Ah...Denmark."

Above the sky, the envoy Hermod just sighed.

At this moment, his mood is of course very complicated.

After all, the Kingdom of Denmark has existed in Midgard for a long time. Even if it was once divided, this title has never been lost.

But now, the kingdom is doomed to an onslaught of Goths.

"Elf, you said it would be nice if you had some brains, what are you doing with that poor woman of yours, and you might be able to make yourself decent by bowing your head earlier."

No one heard the moaning above the sky, and Hermod continued to stand in the sky.

And soon, the Valkyries who roamed the northern peninsula gathered under his command.

Naturally, Helvey, Zerolure and Alvette were also included.

"I have already conveyed the specific work before, so let's do it in order now."

He also didn't go to see those Valkyrie, Helmode just said so.

"Don't act rashly, Dietrich's power is not something you can deal with."

And the Valkyries didn't respond, and Helvey was protected by her two sisters.

At this moment, they just bowed to the envoy of the God of War, and then dispersed.

For the Valkyries, all they can do is their job: gather the heroic souls on the battlefield.

As for Hermod himself, he had other things to think about.

For example, the Danish Prince Rothger...

Although what the king of the gods said was to observe Luothig's own actions.

But if you think about it carefully, Losger's bloodline is destined to still play a huge role.

He can't die, he must be saved no matter what.

So what should he do after saving Losger?

Just when Helmode couldn't help but start thinking about the next thing in his head, a loud horn sound quickly interrupted his thinking.

With the sound of howling, a large number of soldiers poured out of the barracks on the border.

The Gothic warriors marched forward triumphantly.

For them, they don't even need to give speeches, because the warrior rushing to the front is their eternal lighthouse!

"Gothic warriors! Come with me!"

Goths and Denmark, the war officially broke out.

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Second afternoon _(:з」∠)_

Chapter 98: Fainting

No one could stop this war, and when the Gothic Legion, which had been resting for more than half a year, officially entered the hinterland of Denmark, the so-called war broke out completely.

Under the leadership of Dietrich, they conquered the border territory of the Kingdom of Denmark within a day.

Of course, in fact, it is only one day, and even a quick march cannot completely occupy the Danish border.

Because the marching speed of the Gothic warriors themselves has a limit.

Not everyone is as unscrupulous as Dietrich, who can even quickly cross the border to Denmark's Hero City within three days.

And the reason why it can be occupied is thanks to Dietrich's own power.

At the moment when the Gothic warriors were in close combat with the Danish frontier regiment, she broke into the frontier fortress alone and slaughtered the resisting soldiers and generals.

And according to the reports of the soldiers who escaped with great difficulty, the gothic princess was rampaging through the fortress on a nightmare horse that radiated flames.

She didn't even need to swing her sword, and the warriors who touched her were covered in flames and burned to the ground.

The flame seemed to be able to burn anything it touched, and the metal armor that originally provided excellent defense became a reminder for the soldiers.

A flesh and blood battlefield that was supposed to be a collision of swords and swords turned into a 'barbecue meeting'.

In the end, Denmark's frontier fortress, which was originally used to resist the invasion from the south, turned into a sea of ​​​​flames!

It was this kind of thunderous means that instantly shocked the troops that had not yet had an encounter with Gothic.

Under such pure violence, the fighters on the Danish frontier instantly lost their fighting intentions.

Because they simply cannot resist.

Maybe it's because of the fear of death and pain, or maybe it's because the gothic princess who looks so vicious will order to attack the surrounding towns.

In short, the Danish frontier territories surrendered.

Afterwards, the Gothic fighters continued to set off after resupplying around.

In a blink of an eye, it was already a week later.

"Your Majesty! They are all dead! Your Majesty!"

The soldier with blood all over his body and stains on his face was sobbing under the steps.

This warrior was the Legionnaire who first came into contact with the Goths, and also the warrior who defended the frontier fortress.

However, at the moment the fortress was completely on fire, the commander of the frontier fortress asked him to inform His Majesty the King.

He had already withdrawn from the battlefield for the first time, but he was still a mess by the flames.

The scene he described made King Elf frown.

In fact, for Elf, he didn't need the soldier to describe anything at all, he could already imagine what kind of scene it was.

Even, for him now, only a few key words are needed, and he can't help but think of that situation.

After all, nearly half a month ago, the Gothic princess came to his royal city in person and 'roasted' meat for him.

That scene is a nightmare for anyone.

Vaguely, he could even smell the burnt smell.

"Your Majesty, what should we do?"

The soldier's stern voice pierced his heart.

All of a sudden, the entire Danish court was in turmoil.

The courtiers looked at each other, but no one could come up with a reasonable plan.

Not because of anything else, because they were really scared.

It takes about 10 days to reach the border from Voltus, the city of heroes. If the army is marching in a hurry, it will take at least a week if the army is required to maintain combat effectiveness.

This is not counting the speed of logistics!

In other words, the soldier in front of him flew all the way from the border fortress, and it would take about the same amount of time to reach the City of Heroes.

Although he has no supplies and even exceeds the limits of the human body, it may take less time.

However, this also means that the time for the border to fall will be shorter.

After realizing this, Elf remained silent.

"His Majesty……"

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the soldier's collapsed crying made him feel extremely irritated.

Because the voice filled his mind, he couldn't think about other things at all.

"His Majesty!"

"His Majesty!"

"It hurts, Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty! We are miserable!"

Before he knew it, some kind of hallucination even appeared in front of his eyes.

In front of his eyes, the fire that was originally used for warmth seemed to spread.

And in the sea of ​​flames, those charred soldiers with stumped limbs and arms stood in front of him.

"His Majesty……"

"His Majesty!"

"Save us, Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

Just when Elf couldn't help patting his head, such a cry echoed in his ears.

At first, he thought it was some kind of hallucination.

But when he calmed down completely, he realized that it was a voice that existed in reality.

So, His Majesty the King just opened his eyes.

Then, he saw a guard rushing over in a hurry.

"Your Majesty! Frontier urgent report!"

"I already know……"

When Elf said these words, the guard was obviously taken aback.

Soon, his eyes moved to the collapsed soldier beside him.

He's smart and immediately understands what's going on.

But it was also for this reason that his expression quickly became ugly.

Because at this moment, he didn't know whether he wanted to tell the news at this time.

If I speak out by myself, will I be angered by His Majesty the King?

After all, everyone knows that King Elf is not in a good mood since he was kicked and slaughtered by the Gothic princess.

So in this situation...

"Why are you still standing there?"

Seeing that His Majesty the King directly focused on himself, the guard finally gritted his teeth.

He directly lowered his head.

"Your Majesty, there is urgent information from the border."

At this moment, he didn't care about what the king said before, and he didn't even try to 'correct'.

After all, he is not so courageous yet, so he only reports what he knows.

"The northwest border, the border of Chen Bing of the Kingdom of Gitland, is suspected to have changed."

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