You and me under the world tree

If it is a normal person, this height and this simple and rude way of going down the mountain are enough to make them fall to pieces.

But this man will not.

Because from the very beginning, this man was not a normal person, and the word 'human' was not used to trace his blood.

And it was such a man who hadn't taken two steps before he saw a shadow covering the ground.

The eastern plain is flat. Generally speaking, the moonlight always reflects a cool light when it shines on the land.

But this time it happened by accident.

The man saw a figure slowly descending from the sky.

"Helmod..."

He looked like a smile but not a smile.

But before he could say anything more, the envoy who delivered the message made an impatient voice.

"You're going too slowly, Etzel."

"..."

Then the subtle smile on Etzel's face disappeared.

"Oh huh?"

However, even in the face of the high and true gods, he was not too nervous.

"It's been almost a year, and you haven't scored in Ravenna yet."

"The war is quite long, Hermod, not to mention that it is impossible for me to devote all my energy to the battlefield. My people need to take care of cattle and sheep, and need to expel wandering monsters on a regular basis. In fact, for now, The situation in Hungary is not stable at all, and it won’t get up anytime soon.”

"But that's no reason. The great king of the gods doesn't want to see Goth's magical bitch continue to show off. You have to give her a hard blow."

"That's why I'm powerless. Even if Denmark destroys the country, it can only be said that he asked for it."

Facing the dissatisfaction expressed by the envoy, Etzel couldn't help laughing.

"I have to take care of my kingdom, my brother. I don't have as much leisure as you. Running a kingdom is very difficult. You just need to run errands, but I need to manage a huge country."

It may be because Etzer's indifferent attitude made Hermod feel the slightest bit of insult.

He subconsciously frowned.

Run errands and relax.

To a certain extent, this clearly speaks of his incompetence.

A certain sense of gloom in his heart gradually spread, and he couldn't help clenching his fists.

"Please pay attention to your identity, mortal, all your achievements today are..."

"It's all based on my strength. The whole of Hungary is built around my personal force."

The man whispered without waiting for Hermod to say anything more.

But at this moment, the envoy suddenly felt a chill rushing to his heart.

He wants to escape.

But before he could take any action, Etzel directly threw out the long whip in his hand.

'Crack'

The tight long whip directly circled his neck.

"Don't be shameless, even if you have the status of a god, even if you have the divine power given by that bad old man Odin, but that is not an excuse for you to show off your power, you will always be just a bastard of mortal origin."

'crash'

When the King of Xionglan pulled like this, accompanied by a huge force, the envoy of the god was directly thrown away.

But before he got too angry, the King of Hunlan stepped on his head directly.

"I call you brother. It's for your face. The old man has too many one-night stands. You are just more obedient. Do you want to boss me around here? Are you worthy?"

At this moment, Hermod couldn't lift his head up at all, his head was just trampled into the dirt.

"I think, the old man just let you spread the word, didn't let you show off your might here?"

'ga'

'ga'

On the plain, ravens were chirping.

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PS: In this article, Etzel is the son of a giant and a god. The problem is that he was a little malnourished before he was born.

Two updates_(:з」∠)_

I'll sleep for a while, I have a headache.

This chapter is almost [-] words long.

Chapter 45: The Hungarian Fortress

About 200 kilometers away from the eastern defense line of the Gothic Kingdom, there is a large camp located here.

Different from the huge city walls and steel gates set up like the Gothic eastern defense line, the most basic defense facilities of this camp are only wooden horses and sentry towers.

It may be hard to believe that this is the 'border fortress' of the Kingdom of Hungary.

It doesn't even have a taboo name, and the soldiers in Hungary call it: Dazhang.

After all, this is related to the living habits of Hungary.

On this vast eastern plain, there are only a few places that can truly be called cities.

Countless people have proved with practical actions that this land where monsters are rampant is not suitable for establishing a fixed city.

As the ruler who single-handedly established Hungary, Etzel himself possesses powerful force, which is true.

And he himself is indeed capable of building a huge city.

In fact, as far as the present is concerned, there is indeed a city of advanced scale on the eastern plain-Traison.

The city stands on the plain, on the banks of the Irons River, and even includes part of the huge Irons River.

In sheer size, the city called Traizen probably far surpassed the cities currently possessed by the human kingdoms, and the rough walls surrounding the plain city contained them all.

Nearly 60% of the population of Hungary lived in it, and the remaining 40% lived around the city and moved around in the form of herding.

Judging the stationing time based on the signs of activity of those adult monsters in the eastern plain.

Even, this movement also included the Hungarian military camp.

Except for some strong fortresses that store necessary supplies, the so-called fortresses are also constantly moving.

In this case, wood and tents are the best building tools.

And the same is true of this front-line fortress.

The wood is mainly used to make horses and sentry towers, as well as some of the most basic fence facilities, while the interior is one camp after another.

Large and small, patchwork.

And when someone came slowly at the door on a horse, the soldiers at the door immediately stood at attention.

"Your Majesty!"

Before they could salute more, the man on the horse got off his horse.

"You are busy with your work."

After handing the war horse in his hand to other warriors, Etzel spoke.

"Remember to defend, don't let Warcraft or Gothic people attack the camp."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, there are scouts around here, and those Gothic guys obviously don't dare to go out of their line of defense."

When talking about Gothic, a look of disdain appeared in the eyes of the rough-dressed nomadic warrior.

"How could they, who are enjoying the comfort behind the city walls, understand the dangers of the eastern plain?"

And after hearing the young soldier's obviously mocking words, Etzel didn't say much.

He just reached out and patted the young man on the shoulder.

"It's always good to be careful."

He didn't deliberately go against the arrogance in that young man's heart, he just gave such an order.

And under Etzel's request, the young man didn't dare to push him too hard, he just stretched out his hand and beat his chest.

"Yes!"

Then, Etzel just walked into the big tent of the military camp.

In fact, at first, the eastern plains were little more than a place of exile.

Most of the people here are criminals and slaves driven by various kingdoms.

If you can't afford it, and you can't kill it, so as not to be called a murderer, all you can do is expel and exile.

So if you really want to trace the source, most of the people in the eastern plains are inferior.

But, that was a long time ago after all.

The slaves and criminals of the past have long since died, but now the survivors are only warriors who have passed on the experience of survival from generation to generation.

Thinking of this, Etzel couldn't help but look around.

The entire camp was bustling with activity, and the soldiers who saw him did not panic, but smiled and saluted him.

Unknowingly, the King of Hunlan couldn't help looking into the distance.

In that direction is the city he built.

Traizen...

Speaking of which, the real origin is still a simple castle, which he built for his wife with his own hands.

At the moment when Etzel himself fell into such a brief reverie, he suddenly felt the sight from above.

In a position that no one could notice, a god was standing there.

To show respect, let's call him an angel.

The speed god actually followed Etzel all the time.

However, he didn't dare to come here without authorization, because the man named Etzel had already proved his idea with practical actions.

He never put a god... No, to be precise, he never put himself, the god of speed, in his eyes.

If God Father hadn't given a signal before, which was an intercession, his neck would probably have been torn off by the long whip in his hand.

Humiliated?

Of course.

But he just didn't have any means of resistance.

"What are you doing standing there, come down if you want to."

At this moment, Etzel spoke.

"Or, do you want me to invite you down?"

When he said 'please', he smiled half-smile, but his hand was already on his waist.

There he kept his sword and whip.

At this moment, Helmode had two choices.

Either he just leaves, or he can only land obediently.

But he still has the summoning task given by the Father God.