You and me under the world tree

So in the end, she still turned her gaze away.

Not knowing how to respond, she was even more afraid to look at the sight under the plain cloak and helmet.

"Maybe it's because the dwarves and elves didn't think about this aspect at all when they were created."

Slude didn't answer.

However, her acquiescence proves this.

"Races with long lifespans have a different worldview. Although they feel exactly the same, because interpersonal relationships can remain unchanged for a long time, without any requirements, the population development of the long-lived species will be extremely slow."

Fertility rate is low compared to humans...

The reason for this low fertility rate is not essentially because of any problems with the two races themselves, but because of society and concepts.

Because of their long lifespan and strong family values, they are always lively and lively, and this kind of excitement can even last for a long time.

"This is not in line with your ideas. You need a race that is endless, with a high mortality rate and a high fertility rate, so humans were born. In theory, this is the reason for the birth of humans."

Then, there was a sense of silence in the palace.

The sense of discord and distance brought about by this sense of silence almost made Slude feel that strange suffocation.

She originally felt that there should be no distance between herself and the man in front of her, and the scenes of getting along with her in the past are still vivid in her mind.

But now, she felt the strong sense of distance that seemed to be long overdue.

This sense of distance has risen beyond so-called emotion to lingering issues of position.

Had Slude never realized this before?

No, of course not.

In fact, she should have cognition and awareness in this area, but the only difference is that she is a 'superior'.

For human beings, all actions of the gods are tantamount to gifts, as long as she still has that good feeling in her heart, and there is no conflict between the two parties, then this sense of distance is equivalent to no.

Because compared to climbing up, the gods on the top can reach the humans at the bottom just by looking down and bending down.

So in the past, she completely ignored this.

Because she doesn't want to admit it.

How could she admit the distance between gods and humans?

And if she admits it, it means...

wrong!

At the moment when the thoughts in his head suddenly began to spread unconsciously and swept his whole body with a chill, Slude suddenly woke up.

She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.

She should have given up long ago.

Yes, she should have... given up.

"Because of your plan, for your own stability, the human race was born. They are so humble, they have no way to make any waves in the world ruled by the gods, until finally, even in the legendary twilight doomsday There was no one in the air, and they couldn't even do anything but desperately try to survive."

Then Hodder paused.

He didn't continue talking, but threw the question back to the goddess.

"Do you understand what that means?"

"..."

Facing the calm words Hodder mentioned, Slude didn't speak.

But she understood, because Hodder had mentioned this a long time ago.

Human beings are the lowest-level creatures in the Nine Realms. If the prophesied twilight doomsday does not come, then they will still maintain the living conditions of the bottom-level creatures.

With limited freedom, they fought each other in the cages and barracks of the gods.

And if the end of the twilight comes, it doesn't mean that humans will be free.

Because it was a war between giants and gods, plus all that crap.

The boundary between life and death will be completely broken at that time, and Midgard, which is located in the center of the Nine Realms, will inevitably be drawn into the very center of the storm.

"Humanity couldn't get any worse... Of course, neither do I."

At this moment, the two seem to have regained the tacit understanding they had before.

No one mentioned this matter, but they all took their own steps in unison.

The goddess and the sage, they walked outside the palace together.

Condescending, the whole city is filled with a bloody smell similar to fighting.

In their line of sight, the soldiers of the Fog Demon Legion were rushing towards the palace.

However, they were still a little far away, so they couldn't see the situation in the palace clearly.

"This time you won."

Finally, the goddess spoke.

This sentence seems to be completely inconsistent with what was said before, but for Slude, this is the only word that can make her recognize her position.

"I keep winning, Slude, because I can't lose."

Losing once means disillusionment and death.

"Maybe there will be no next time."

In the end, the goddess just shook her wings and left gracefully.

And Huode watched her magnificent figure, which was completely different from ordinary people, until she disappeared at the end of the cloud.

"Yes, unless I am dead, but for you, killing me... I am afraid it is not difficult."

Epilogue [-]: A Kingdom Fallen

The Fog Demon Legion is less than 2 in number, and Hodder has only brought two legions, the Raven and the Fog Demon, with a combined total of less than [-].

And along the way, although Hodder has always adopted the blitz tactics, he never delays too much.

However, those areas that have heard of the wind and descended need people to take care of them temporarily, and there are definitely a lot of people.

Although according to Huo De's prediction, those guys who surrendered would never dare to take any overstepping actions, but after all, they still can't let them work in the rear.

Therefore, Huo De notified Hagen to take over the rear as soon as possible, while keeping the officers and soldiers in the legion to coordinate, while leading the gathered troops to open the way.

But later, the number of people in the two legions became less and less, almost more than half.

Even later, when Harf led the rest of the Raven Legion to lay out the defense line and block the reinforcements from the surrounding fortresses, Hodder could only take the remaining 4000 people to attack the city.

But of course Hodder never worried about the outcome of the war.

Because as long as he is there, let alone only 4000 people, even if there are only a few hundred people, or even him alone.

As long as he is careful and exerts a little strength in his hands, then he alone can make the soldiers in this city surrender.

After all, he has already dealt with His Majesty the King in advance, and the big deal will be to threaten them with the life of Gunter, the young king of Burgundy.

If not, he still has the option of killing.

With his power, without using any magic, he can wipe out the warriors in a city with just the sword of Aidilin in his hand.

In the default rules of the atrium world, powerful wizards cannot participate in secular struggles, at least they cannot use the magic power in their hands to greatly change the kingdom and the battlefield pattern.

But an excellent fighter with a magic weapon in his hand can display his martial arts.

If this Midgard is compared to a war game, then the upper limit of human beings is almost certain, they can kill and be killed.

And magic is something similar to plug-ins. It is useless for its own use, but it is too eye-catching when placed on the table.

As for things like the holy sword of wrath, they are called hidden props.

It will be enviable, but it will definitely not be considered inappropriate, and for the gods, weapons given by the gods like holy swords can even aggravate the gods' own beliefs.

However, different from the holy sword of wrath "given" by the gods, the sword of glory in Huoder's hand is covered with a coat of "the heroic soul of the dead".

It is the sword of Dutch warriors.

A collective warrior who belongs to the Volsung clan and also represents the Netherlands.

But the utility is still the same.

At least in Hodder's view, except that the hilt of the god iron is different from Gorum's wooden hilt in terms of touch, the strength and everything are perfectly displayed.

But that's no reason to abuse this power.

"call……"

Looking at the sword in his hand, Hodder took a deep breath.

Immediately afterwards, he moved his gaze to the lower part of the palace, where there were Burgundian warriors.

Compared with the general legion, they are the Royal Guards.

As far as the general kingdom system is concerned, the general courtiers are capable of recruiting a few guards, while the lord is capable of pulling up his own guards.

Not to mention the royal family, even Siegfried has Skywrath guards who have already made a name for themselves on the battlefield.

The royal family of Burgundy is no exception.

From a conventional point of view, Jibixi actually managed the Kingdom of Burgundy very well.

As the "successor" of the kingdom, he used conventional means to deal with those powerful lords, limiting their power and expanding his influence at the same time.

And the guards he selected are of course the elite of the elite.

Perhaps their number is not large, in Huo De's impression, there are probably more than 2000 people.

But their combat effectiveness is not weak-compared with the general army.

Unfortunately, their enemies are not simple.

Not to mention the Fog Demon Legion led by Hagen and killed in the bloody battle, the Skywrath guards brought by Hodder are not vegetarians either.

Dressed in incomparably conspicuous and sophisticated armor, they rushed to the forefront.

The shields in their hands formed a solid steel barrier, which protected their bodies from harm, and the sharp spears pierced from the gaps in the shields were enough to take the lives of ordinary soldiers.

Especially in the alleys, pushing such a shield wall across would hardly leave any survivors.

Perhaps, the Fog Demon Legion of thousands of people dispersed in all directions after entering the city, and even lost a lot of order for a while.

But Siegfried's Skywrath guards did not. They still maintain an orderly attacking posture, and the efficiency of opening up roads is obviously much higher than that of other fighters.

Even though there were only a few hundred people, when they started from the main road leading to the palace, no one could stop them.

Under Hodder's gaze, the Burgundian warriors were already doing their best to stop the line of defense, trying to prevent the Dutch army from continuing to approach the palace.

However, their efforts were in vain.

Although the soldiers of the Fog Demon Legion were scattered, they also formed an indestructible flank, and the morale that climbed to the peak encouraged them to move on.

As for the Skywrath Guards, they were the sharpest spear points. They rushed to the forefront, and the heavy armor and wide shields on their bodies provided them with great assistance.

After all, defense power has never been of the same level.

It's not that the Burgundy defenders have launched a counterattack, but the bows and arrows in their hands and the blades in their hands cannot effectively kill the Skywrath guards attacking directly in front of them.

The arrows, long swords and spears, even if these weapons fell on the shield with all their strength, at most they would subconsciously make the Skywrath warriors take two steps back.

The impact was there, but they still couldn't break through the guards directly in front of them, so they could only let them approach.

Martial arts and tactics are of course an important part of it, but the most important thing is still armor.

Ever since the war broke out and the Skywrath Legion merged with the Raven and Fog Demon Legion, these 300 people were the only ones who hadn't changed their weapons.

Because apart from the 'consumables' such as bows and arrows, the swords, spears, shields, and armor in their hands are all the 'inheritance' of the dwarf kingdom.

The strength of these protective gear and weapons is much stronger than those cast by humans.

In this crushing level of attack, as the wrath of the sky approached, the royal guards kept retreating.

In the end, they retreated to directly below the palace.

The stairs here lead directly to the palace, and behind them is the king.

After realizing this, the commander commanding these guards suddenly took a deep breath.