You and me under the world tree

Because he understands that now is the time to show his abilities.

Showing off one's ability in front of the lord will surely be reused in the future.

And this means status and wealth!

But the situation now is different after all.

As long as he saw the young soldier he had never met before, all he could think of was the previous situation.

The sharp sword in his hand was extremely flexible, and every time he swung it, he could easily grab the gap and stab it into the gap.

It was a nightmare scene.

Thinking of this, the guard couldn't help but clenched his weapon tightly.

"Please leave as soon as possible, I will hold him back!"

Saying so, the guard finally directly chose to take the initiative.

Holding the sword and shield tightly in his hand, he flew straight up.

But he was already wounded.

That kind of injury caused his physical strength to continue to drain, and eventually even his movements were deformed.

And these actions formed a flaw in Walter's eyes.

Lots of holes.

In the end, the young soldier's eyes turned cold.

And behind that coldness is the kind of anger that seems to burn out even life.

Because he saw a touch of determination from the guard.

He no longer cared about his own life or death.

And that was the source of his anger.

"Why?"

He gritted his teeth.

Flipping the sharp sword in his hand, he turned sideways to avoid the guard's charge, then raised his leg and kicked him to the ground.

"Why!"

'crash'

The sword edge reached the guard's neck.

"Tell me why! Why are you all willing to do everything you can to protect such a person!"

'boom'

Walter directly raised his leg and trampled on his chest, which made the guard cough even harder.

"Why, why can he get such protection."

Facing Walter's almost hysterical roar, the bloody guard just stared at the man who seemed a little crazy.

He remembered the scene he had seen before.

That carnage, that powerlessness.

He could only watch helplessly as his companions and brothers fell one by one.

Out of some psychology, he suddenly laughed.

"Hmph...it's just my duty."

The answer is naturally noble.

Even under normal circumstances, he can gain the admiration of others.

But it's not the same now after all.

"Where is the responsibility?"

sarcastic comments.

Even involuntarily, he directly closed his eyes.

A battlefield for fighting emerged in front of my eyes, and that place was called the Eastern Line of Defense.

Warcraft, Hungary.

"Duty..."

It seems like there is a chance.

Seeing Walter stand still suddenly, the guard couldn't help but feel joy in his heart.

No one wants to wait for a dead general, not even him.

So after realizing the slowness shown by Walter, he immediately had the idea of ​​fighting back.

Actually distracted in the battle?

With this in mind, he grasped the sword in his hand.

But before he could smash out his shield, he saw Walter swing the sword in his hand.

"Varied……"

Because his movements were too fast, the guard couldn't help showing a look of astonishment.

"what……"

The cold viscous feeling began to radiate from the neck, which made him feel the coldness that filled his whole body.

Then, he realized one thing.

Ah, I am dead.

In the end, what stayed in the guard's eyes was the anger and resentment shown by the young man.

I'm afraid he will never understand why he is so angry until he dies.

Because he would not know what the young man in front of him had paid for.

"Responsibility, it's ridiculous."

'boom'

In front of everyone, Walter suddenly kicked the guard's head away.

'Kara'

There was a crisp cracking sound.

The head, which had already been torn in half by the sharp sword, flew directly from the neck.

Under such violence, the head of the dead bodyguard rolled straight to the lord's feet.

"For that duty of guardianship, we gave everything, but the object we guarded turned his back on us."

Then, Walter raised the sword in his hand.

"Lord Limstein, I am Walter, and I am from the Frontier Legion!"

After hearing these words, Limstein's pupils shrank slightly.

"I'm here for revenge."

Chapter 12: One Night of Fire

The night was destined to be long, and what happened around Imst's palace was a massacre.

A massacre planned by three and initiated by two.

This may sound unbelievable, but it is indeed possible.

Because the battlefield experienced by Walter and Ilmin is completely different from the guards who stick to the rear and fight against the monsters who deliberately let go and relieved the pressure on the front line.

They used to stay up all night to fight the driven giant beasts, and they also built a human line of defense in front of the city wall, fighting with the Hunlan warriors in the front.

Such a cruel battlefield is enough to make a new recruit grow into a seasoned fighter, causing a qualitative transformation in their hearts.

Not to mention the top, because in this Midgard, there are always some powerful geniuses.

The power they control and the martial arts they honed have already broken through the limits of human beings.

Even Wittig, once known as the No. [-] Gothic warrior, dare not say that he can stabilize the dragon blood warrior Studus, who was once ranked below him.

There is even such an anecdote circulating in the kingdom.

Why is Wittig the number one warrior?

For Dietrich is a prince, he is a king, he is more noble than a warrior.

Although this is just a casual joke made by some people, it is indeed true.

Wittig had challenged Dietrich long ago, and that fight had ended in a draw.

But only Wittig himself knows how the tie came about.

When holding the Excalibur Mimonger in his hand, he can pose a great threat to that Highness.

However, once he lost Excalibur, there was no threat.

But looking back now, those past memories are inexplicably precious.

If it were in the past, Wittig would never recall these things.

Maybe it's really a little tired.

For him now, even a little thought will lead him to the memories of the past.

"call."

Taking a deep breath, Wittig slowly opened his closed eyes.

Regardless of everyone's personal inclinations, there is actually only one thing that the duel proved, and that is weapons.

A good warrior can beat a well-armed but infamous weakling with a stick.

But that doesn't mean these good, powerful fighters have to prove themselves this way.

Especially when the situation has to rely on a small number of people fighting alone.

In order to ensure that the combat effectiveness of the two can be fully utilized, Wittig let them use their own weapons.

Strictly speaking, those are just failed works and experimental products created by his father, and they are also the "cornerstone" of the Mimonger Excalibur.

It is precisely because of the existence of a large number of trial works that the Mimonger Excalibur was finally born.

And obviously, those weapons that don't even deserve their names are completely useless.

But that is compared to the Excalibur Mimonger.

Compared with those mass-produced weapons in Midgard, they are enough to be called powerful.

With such a weapon, Walter and Irmin should be able to perform at their own level no matter what.

Thinking of this, Wittig continued to watch the palace and listened to the shouts from inside.

There is anger, there is panic.

If it was in the past, this kind of slaughter scene would arouse his emotions no matter what.

To be honest, he didn't like it.

In any case, he wanted nothing to do with the word 'slaughter'.

But now, he is expressionless.

"No one can stay."

'boom'

Suddenly, flames shot up into the sky.

After seeing this scene, Wittig slowly closed his eyes.

"It's over."