You and me under the world tree

It seemed that the broken sword still retained its strength when it was in his hands.

"But I remember very clearly, this sword belongs to Siegmund, right?"

Barnstock, the Tree of Children, and Gorum, the Holy Sword of God's Wrath.

Stories about the Ilfin tribe and the Volsung clan have long been circulated.

In the human world, no one knows, no one knows.

The one-eyed old man planted the holy sword on the ancestral tree of the Irfin tribe, declaring that whoever draws the sword will become a hero and the master of the sword.

And even if we take ten thousand steps back and trace the history of this sword, it is closely related to the legendary ancestor: the demigod Xiji.

Gulam has long been bound to the Volsung family.

But now, as long as one talks about the legendary holy sword of wrath, Gulam, it must be inseparable from Siegmund.

He is the sword master after all.

"Before he passed away, he entrusted it to me."

Facing the gaze of the Valkyrie, Hodder said calmly.

"But it was given by God the Father."

Seeing that the man seemed to use the name of the deceased Lord of Armies to take the Holy Sword of God's Wrath as his own, the Valkyrie just responded in this way.

And this reason is obviously more orthodox.

Siegmund is the sword master, that's right, but it's just a mortal thing.

In terms of real ownership, this sword belongs to the gods after all.

"Father God bestowed the holy sword, so he naturally has the right to take it back."

"Oh..."

And after hearing the arrogant words of the Valkyrie, the sage finally turned around completely.

Although he still wears a battle helmet that conceals his face, and the swing of his head is very small.

But anyone could tell that he was watching the leading Valkyrie.

Sigrun.

"Is that so?"

After being asked a question suddenly, Sigrun just pursed his lips.

She just glanced at the sister next to her who still seemed to be confused about the situation, and then took a deep breath.

"The holy sword belongs to heroes, God the Father doesn't want the holy sword to be dusted." She said.

After hearing Sigrun's words, the sage lowered his head slowly.

Then, he smiled.

In this silent atmosphere that was almost suffocating, the deep laughter of the sage was particularly obvious.

"That's really weird."

He stretched out his hand to caress the broken blade, and gently stroked the broken gap of the holy sword with his fingers.

Then, he flicked the blade lightly.

"clang"

The metallic sound of Shentie reverberated.

"Speaking of which, do you know how it broke?"

Facing the gazes of those women, the sage suddenly asked such a question.

At the same time, he just watched their expressions like this, as if he wanted to read something from their faces.

But unfortunately, he didn't see anything interesting.

Because when he asked this question, the expressions of those Valkyries were different.

Someone mocked.

For example, the woman who asked the sage to leave the holy sword fragments.

Some people are puzzled and uneasy.

Like Sigrun, for example.

Anyway, none of these women knew what was going on.

After realizing this, the sage seemed to laugh even louder.

"When the conflict broke out with the Hengding clan, we had already gained the upper hand, but suddenly a dark, one-eyed old man emerged from the crowd. Without even saying hello, he picked up his spear and threw it at Siegmund."

He said so.

And for a moment, everyone was silent.

No one answered, not even Sigrun.

"This kind of thing is interesting, isn't it?"

There is no evidence to prove this, the sage whispered slowly.

"It's like the war about the ancient war-toothed king in the folklore. How is it possible if you think about it carefully? After all, how could the chosen warrior lose to the abandoned warrior?"

His words are filled with a kind of yin and yang attitude.

"It's impossible. You need such low-level tactics to win the war, right?"

"Hmph, so what exactly do you want to express?"

Seemingly unmoved by the sage's words, the Valkyrie asked.

And finally, the taunting of the sage stopped.

"I'm just a little curious. Since you want to take back the Holy Sword of God's Wrath, why don't you show up in person?"

"Hmph, there's no need for Father God to do this kind of trivial matter. I don't think a person like you is worthy of the power of 'God's Wrath'."

"Ah, so it is."

Seeing the aloof expression of the Valkyrie, the sage nodded slowly.

"I probably understand. To put it simply, that old bastard casually asked you to arrange a good place for Holy Sword, and then you think I'm not worthy?"

"Jessed."

At this moment, after quietly arriving at the side of the blatant Valkyrie, Sigrun tugged her lightly.

It turned out she didn't care at all.

"Then do you think you are worthy? During the war, you pushed back and forth, and you who are afraid of the glorious battle, what qualifications do you have to drive this glorious holy sword?"

"Hmm, good reason to question."

The sage clapped his hands like that.

"So, who do you think is worthy of this sword?"

"At least not a weak guy like you."

"understood."

'whoosh'

Suddenly, a huge pulling force struck.

The overflowing magical power began to reverberate.

But before Sigrun stabilized her figure, she saw the woman beside her being pulled over.

No matter how hard she tried to vibrate her wings, it was useless.

'Snapped'

Solidly, the Valkyrie fell into the hands of the sage, who clasped her neck tightly.

Like iron tongs, the Valkyrie couldn't break free at all.

She was lifted so that her feet could not touch the ground.

"stop!"

Faced with Sigrun's desperate cry, the sage had no intention of responding.

He just stared at the Valkyrie in his hands.

"When you say 'weakness', do you mean that?"

Chapter 81: Say, it's education

From the beginning to the end, the tired sage never showed any impatience.

He mocked, but still took his time.

Even until now.

But now, the seemingly harmless calm revealed a frightening killing intent.

Because at this critical moment of life and death, the calmer one is, the more unfathomable it will appear.

Many people can only see the pure and calm surface of the lake, but they have never thought about the depth of darkness hidden under the calm lake.

Speaking of which, have many people forgotten a very crucial question?

Watching this scene in memory, Hodder couldn't help curling his lips.

Seems like it's always been that way.

Except for a few people, there are always people who will make a fuss about some of his things.

For example, timidity is a very classic argument.

He still remembers the cause, summed up in the fact that he never endorsed wars often.

He has always held that view, and still does to this day.

War is only the last resort.

At that time, for the Netherlands, it was only necessary to deter the surrounding kingdoms by means of war.

After all, there is no way to really destroy the country, so what's the point of defeating it?

The result is that such views are seen as cowardly.

Although I understand that this is just a difference in cognition, but I have been brought up by others, and even one person will feel uncomfortable.

Not to mention, the current sage should also be tired.

Looking at his past self, Hodder couldn't help but sigh.

What does it mean to be tired?

He still has a sense of this.

Because most people are like that.

When the human body is really in a state of fatigue, even self-control will decline.

Although it sounds ironic, it is the reality.

Human beings and most intelligent creatures are proud of their own reason and wisdom, but this kind of reason and wisdom also need energy to control.

And once it is not controlled, it will become irritable.

"click"

"Pfft"

Perhaps because no one dared to speak out loudly, the sage made a sound from his hand.

And when he heard this voice, Sigrun finally couldn't help but speak.

"Wait a moment!"

However, her hasty words seemed pale.