You and me under the world tree

Then, the guard spread his hands.

"Facing someone I like a little bit, I guess I will pay a little more attention to it, and I will think about getting along... just like what Mr. Breda did in the past, but once I lose my interest and think of it 'occasionally', I will think about it." As a beautiful doll."

Nanna's expression became even uglier when she heard the dull words uttered by the guard.

Even a little panic.

After all, in the guard's series of words, the volume of certain words was increased, which made her extremely impressed.

I am only remembered 'occasionally', and I will not even be treated well, just a doll in the eyes of the gods.

This situation is even worse than the so-called political marriage, because even if it is a traditional political marriage, because of the approximately equal political relationship, even if there is no love between the two parties, at least she will not be treated excessively.

But being seen by the gods is different.

Perhaps, without the 'reminder' from the guards, a girl like her...or ordinary people may still have romantic dreams.

But now, she only has panic in her heart, because the status is not equal at all.

"The God of Light..."

Even at this moment, she suddenly remembered what happened a few years ago.

When she was living in the Kingdom of Iceland, at the instigation of Hilda, her powerful father made a divination about marriage for her.

At that time, what she saw was a vast expanse of white, endless 'light'.

What had Griple been saying at that time?

"The first one is more optimistic. You may be blinded by someone in the future, but the sharp sword breaks through the light that symbolizes blindness for you."

Could it be that this is deception?

I will be blinded by the brilliance, does it mean that these things are happening now?

Will he be imprisoned like a doll by Baldur, the god of light?

Because she had already thought of this step, Nanna subconsciously ignored the other possibility that Gripal had mentioned at the time.

So in the end, she couldn't help clenching her teeth.

"I don't want to be like this. Why should I want to be a doll? I don't want to go to God's Domain, and I don't want to leave here!"

Then, Nanna's performance made the Hungarian warrior frown.

He actually couldn't understand this thought, but he couldn't help but let out a long sigh at the end.

"This kind of thing is beyond your control."

Then, he started to act, and his figure even directly pulled out an afterimage.

He just rushed forward.

According to his thinking, he just wanted to overthrow the man standing in front of him, then take Princess Nanna away, and then go back to God's Domain directly.

However, the moment he approached, he noticed something was wrong.

Through the moonlight, he seemed to be able to see the eyes under the ordinary helmet.

Muddy, chaotic, godless...

He seemed to have seen it somewhere.

Even, because of an almost instinctive reaction, he even backed away directly, trying to bypass the opponent with his own speed.

At the same time, Nanna seemed to have noticed the approach of the Hungarian warrior.

Although she didn't know who he was, she instinctively closed her eyes and screamed loudly.

"do not want!"

However, just before his hand touched Her Royal Highness, he was pulled back.

"It's not a gentleman's thing to make a lady scream, don't you think?"

In the end, after Nanna opened her eyes, what she saw was the warrior who was restrained and the guard who was holding him back.

seems to be saved...

Chapter 64: You have too many flaws

At this moment, the entire camp was still extremely silent.

Although before, the speed of the Hungarian warrior was really overwhelming.

Even for Nanna, it was just a blink of an eye, and the warrior had already flashed to her side.

There is no way for her to avoid it.

Out of an ostrich-like avoidance instinct, she closed her eyes and even screamed.

However, when she opened her eyes, she felt a little embarrassed.

Not because of anything else, just because she wasn't hurt.

Even, let alone being injured or kidnapped, the hand of the extremely fast warrior was firmly clamped even though he was close at hand.

A little surprised, a little excited, and even a little relieved.

This is Nanna's current state of mind.

However, even though that sense of security came to her mind, she was still in a state of aphasia.

She couldn't say anything because she didn't know what to say.

Thank you to that unusual-looking guard?

Or slap the so-called god who wants to take him away?

She didn't know anything, so she just stood there in a daze, her pair of beautiful big eyes just turning around the two men beside her.

The guard was still wearing a helmet, so he couldn't see any expression, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

However, she saw a touch of embarrassment in the so-called servant of the gods.

His expression was ferocious, as if he was trying to break free, but he couldn't break free no matter what.

It seems that this guard has the upper hand?

At this moment, perhaps because of the so-called 'traditional education', Nanna still couldn't believe what was happening before her eyes.

So, she just watched this dreamlike scene.

At the same time, the Hungarian warrior also began to struggle.

He wanted to break free with his own strength, but found that the guard's hands were like special giant pincers firmly clamping him.

You must know that he is not an ordinary person, let alone an ordinary warrior.

It is a shame to be restrained by a human being now.

But at this point, he has no time to take care of that kind of thing.

Because of looking at each other before, he seemed to remember something.

Therefore, he couldn't help but stare at the ordinary-looking guard.

"You are not an Icelandic guard at all... I have done a survey, and there is no such thing as you in Iceland!"

Not even Iceland.

Even if you look at the entire Midgard, such characters are still in the minority.

Not to mention, he didn't even seem to use other powers, he just restrained himself with the most primitive brute force.

It has to be said that this most primitive power reminded him of a man, a character whom he had 'meeted once' but left a deep shadow on him.

But how could he be here?

The impatience and urgency in his heart made him want to expose the true identity of the man in front of him.

But in contrast, that 'guard' didn't seem to be willing to reveal this - he didn't want to follow the other party's thinking at all.

So at this moment, he just sighed deeply.

"Under this situation, there are only two actions you can do. The first is to not understand your own strength and want to knock me into the air and take Her Royal Highness away. The other is to bypass me and use Your Highness Princess was kidnapped at the fastest speed that can be called 'Nine Realms'."

Then, at this extremely close distance, what the Hungarian warrior heard was the cold snort that seemed to be covered by the helmet.

"Although your speed is indeed very fast, you will eventually get close. Since this is the case, it is actually not difficult to catch you."

pure warrior...

This is definitely a calm and clear thinking that can only be possessed by a warrior who has experienced many battles.

However, not all fighters can have such clear thinking.

Because not all fighters can face the gods without pressure, and there is only one such person in his impression.

Yes, only one.

Because he has only seen that one person!

"Also...you didn't recognize me until now, should I feel sorry for your memory?"

At this moment, he finally heard those words.

And the moment he raised his head, he noticed that the guard's armor was also changing.

After a burst of magical light, the dark cloak fluttered in the wind, and the shoulder armor of the evil dragon was extremely conspicuous under the moonlight.

It looked like a warrior who had wandered outside for a long time.

And the combination of the battle helmet and cloak hood, which had hardly changed in any way, finally turned into a mark and quickly awakened his memory.

That was a few years ago.

At that time, the present Lord of Armies and King of the Netherlands was only an apprentice blacksmith.

At that time, the king of the Netherlands was still the Hendin family that the gods didn't like very much.

And it was in the vestibule of the original palace that he had already become a god and gained divine power, and he realized what 'death' was.

"Your Majesty the Sage!"

At the moment when the dark cloak was blown up by the night wind, Nanna couldn't help but exclaimed.

However, in the face of Her Royal Highness's surprise, the warrior didn't seem to respond.

At this moment, he just turned his head slightly and glanced at the princess.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his gaze back to that guy.

"Hungarian warrior Bolvik... No, maybe it's better to call you by another name now, Hermod, the envoy of God."

Accompanied by the whisper that seemed to come from the darkness, Hermod couldn't help recalling the panic he had seen and felt.

Even at this moment, he didn't know if it was his illusion, he always felt that the opponent's armor had become darker than before, as if it had been soaked in darkness.

However, compared to these, he was more concerned about another matter.

"You don't look surprised..."

"Well, after all, I guessed it was you from the beginning, after all, you have too many flaws."

flaw?

Where is the flaw?

"If I were you, I would never make myself so conspicuous."

Yes, absolutely not.

'boom'

At this moment, Hermod suddenly felt a strong wind coming towards him.

He turned sideways, trying to avoid the oncoming punch, but at the next moment, the fighter's fist suddenly changed direction and slammed into his chest.

'click'

Accompanied by the sound of shattering from the metal breastplate, the envoy flew backwards.

At the same time, the sage didn't even look at the envoy who was knocked into the air, but took out a heavy dark-colored giant sword casually.

Notoeng Sword of War