You and me under the world tree

At this moment, every step she took could leave extremely clear bloody footprints.

Even, if it wasn't for the fact that she still retained some sanity at this moment, she felt that she might have forgotten where she ran to.

After all, people are joyful, and Huwale himself is even more so.

For five months, her favorite thing to do was to walk during the day and soak up the sunshine that she hadn't really enjoyed since she could remember.

And more importantly, the internal environment of the wide sea wall is too narrow, which is completely different from the 'darkness' of the abandoned port.

And the narrower the environment, the more impatient the soldiers will be.

Even in theory, this kind of environment is actually more suitable for Hewale himself to play.

But in the end, she still obtained a 'coordinate' that was more reliable than her memory.

It was a roar that could resound throughout this space, and He Huale recognized it instantly.

This roar like the roar of a wild beast was uttered by Half, and after hearing this sound, Hewale couldn't help speeding up his pace.

Finally, she got there and saw the blood flowing on the ground and the soldier lying on the ground, leaning against the wall.

One of them was still standing and nothing to worry about, but the other young soldier could only be described as miserable.

The sharp sword directly broke through the armor on his body, and the two swords were directly inserted into the body.

Although he was not pierced directly, but the two swords were directly inserted into the body, it still gave people a strong sense of shock.

"Half!"

Almost leaning against the wall, Raven, whose consciousness was almost blurred, couldn't help but move his eyes around.

He had forgotten what it was like in the end.

He only remembered that at the last moment, when the old man who looked like a ferocious demon pig was in a charging posture, he also ran into it head-on.

However, compared to the old man holding two swords, he still has a little advantage - a shield.

I just remember that the old man deftly used his two swords to open his shield, and then directly sent the sharp sword into his body.

Thinking of this, Half, whose mind had already been in chaos, could not help but turn his gaze to his side.

There, the old man still stands proudly.

Although he was also hit by a sword, Half's sword was even directly stuck in his chest.

However, his expression didn't change at all. Even though the corner of his mouth was bleeding, his face was still cold.

"Asshole... poof."

Because of the punctured lung, Half felt that his breathing became more and more difficult.

In the end, his blurred vision saw another blood man rushing towards him.

Is it Howler?

Or Bodwall?

Because his vision had become blurred and the light was extremely dim, he couldn't see exactly who was attracted by his roar.

However, he was looking forward to the former from the bottom of his heart.

Not because of anything else, just because He Huale is very strong.

Although she is a woman, she has proved her existence with force value.

Bodwall and him are just half a catty, so even if they face this old warrior, they may not be able to defeat him.

But if it's Howler...

'Om'

Just before Half's consciousness was about to fall into darkness, he found a bloody light like a flame appearing in his almost chaotic vision.

"It's Howler."

At the last moment, he finally understood who it was who rushed here.

Then, the sense of peace in his heart finally let him relax, and his consciousness sank into deep darkness.

"Half..."

Seeing that the soldier lying on the ground seemed to be no longer moving, a bad feeling flashed in He Huale's heart.

At the same time, there is a deep sense of sadness.

I'm late……

But in the end, she still clenched the sword in her hand.

She is Herwalla, the leader of Port Waste.

The death of a comrade would grieve her, but not enough to overwhelm her.

'crash'

As she moved step by step, the bloodthirsty sword in her hand seemed to be boiling.

At the same moment, Harald turned around.

The old warrior directly pulled out the sword stuck in his chest, and then threw it aside.

During this process, the body of the King of War Tooth was still tough.

He even noticed that his bleeding volume was much less than normal.

Harald tried his best and stabbed Harald with a sword based on the consciousness of dying together. Although he caused a lot of trouble to Harald, it did not cause any fatal damage to Harald.

Of course, this is not because of the crooked stabbing by Half himself, but because of the 'Rage Technique'.

The gods first taught the warriors they recognized the 'Rage Art' because they could make their name on the battlefield.

And this kind of magic is actually divided into stages, and it depends on the understanding of this kind of 'magic'.

And the warrior who has a deep understanding of "furious madness" is like the old man, the power transformed by squeezing his physical strength and potential is still echoing in his body.

This power not only made his strength begin to grow, but even his body tended to be invulnerable.

Under normal circumstances, Hewale really couldn't confirm whether he could really win the opponent directly.

But now it's different...

"buzz"

At this moment, the radiance emitted by the Slashing Demon Sword in her hand became even more bewitching.

But at this moment, Harald glanced at the magic sword in her hand.

After a little weighing, he directly took off his helmet and threw it aside.

In this way, his white hair and old face were directly exposed.

Then, he wiped his nose and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Very casual, as if it wasn't blood, but a mouthful of phlegm.

"Come on, let me see what Seward's descendants can do."

Chapter 69: Crashing

After a few rounds of fighting, the King of Wartooth, who was as powerful as a demon pig, fell down.

And it was just a sword, Hewale didn't make any extra movements, she just swung the sword just like that, and under this sword, Harald's body was broken a big hole.

It is true that he has excellent martial arts, but neither the armor nor the sharp sword are too ordinary.

And more importantly, he didn't know enough about that magic sword.

After all, something like Tyrfing is not the kind of weapon that can be used frequently.

In Harald's time, although holy swords and magic swords existed, there was no 'Tyrfing'.

This is the magic sword that contains the anger and resentment of the dwarves, forged by the dwarf brothers Durin and Du Hualin in the last few hundred years.

Although the king of war teeth judged the extraordinaryness of the sword, he even gave up his helmet in exchange for the precious vision.

He has already used his rich experience to think out the weakness of Hewale's body-arms.

As long as he can get close and attack the woman's arm, then he can win.

However, with just one sword strike, he knew that he could not win.

At the moment of the confrontation, the bloodthirsty magic sword had no reason at all. He wanted to use the two swords to brace the opponent and then relieve his strength, but his sword was cut off directly.

The fracture is extremely smooth, just like cutting tofu.

The magic sword exuding the power of curse and resentment was not hindered in any way, it cut off the sharp sword in Harald's hand, and then broke the armor.

The result is already doomed.

'Om'

The sword edge penetrated into Harald's body, and then directly split his body.

Then, at that moment, Hewale noticed a wonderful change in his enemy.

The warrior whose upper body was almost split was not an old man, but a young warrior.

"Well……"

Because of the pain, a ferocious expression appeared on his face.

However, this hideous sore spot didn't last long, and the hideousness on his face dissipated.

Excessive blood loss plus fatal injuries, such a situation easily took away his consciousness.

But it was also because of this that Hewale understood a little bit what was going on with these people.

"Tsk, what a jerk."

Because he really couldn't find any words to describe his current mood, He Huale couldn't help but curse out.

Originally, she thought that these berserkers from Valhalla descended on their own initiative.

Even taking a step back, then this is some kind of magic that summons Enheria, so it should also be something like a summoned object.

Like 'contract' or something.

When the contract is terminated or the person concerned dies, it will dissipate or something.

Hewalle basically guessed in this direction.

But the truth was more cruel than she had imagined, which made her feel a little bad.

The bodies that these heroic warriors occupy, these people didn't even have their own consciousness before, and when they regain consciousness, they are dead.

"So what kind of magic is this?"

In the dark corridor, Hewale couldn't help leaning against the wall.

She doesn't know magic, and doesn't know any runes, so she quickly stopped thinking about these things that seemed to her so bad.

The surrounding battles were still going on, but she didn't go to support, and now she was just standing against the wall.

At this moment, the killing intent in her eyes gradually subsided, and the blood that had started to boil in her body also returned to normal.

Almost at the limit...

I don't know whether it's because she has lived too comfortably recently, or because she has been maintaining a state of 'furious madness', she can feel a kind of exhaustion that almost overwhelms her spirit.

Even at this time, if she didn't know that she was still in a state of war, she really wanted to just lie down.

But now she can't do that.

"Huh." After taking a deep breath, she just casually inserted Tyrfing into the ground.

When no runes are active and no one is 'driving', Tyrfing is like an ordinary sword.

It didn't exert its powerful slashing and penetrating power anymore, but supported her body like a bracket.

And after resting for a few seconds, she finally set her sights on Half, who was leaning against the wall and fell into a deep coma.

He had a gash in his chest and appeared to be bleeding profusely.

Under this kind of injury, normal people should have been unable to hold on anymore, but at this moment, He Huale didn't want to give up just yet.

Since she killed Harald until now, Harf has only been unconscious for tens of seconds, not even a minute.