Well-trained, having seen the army of Attila and fought war with the army of Attila, neither the loser nor the victor will associate the word with them.

Now, however, it is true that Attila's army is in such a posture that they stand in such a neat formation that even the centaur squads that are moving at high speed maintain a formation that is best suited for pursuit.

Such a change happened to the savage, primitive, bloody, and murderous Attila army, which seemed very out of place, and even made people wonder if the ruler of this army was still the same Attila with the title of King of Destruction.

The retreating elves desperately fled, and the ineffective attack filled their hearts with panic, and it was obviously powerful enough to blow up their village, reaching the legendary horror, and they were simply defended like this, which they did not expect at all.

Retreat, no, it's an escape

The increase in speed made their figures no longer hidden, and the attack of the jackals made it impossible for them to hide, and the high-speed centaur with a sharp spear in his hand began to throw at a distance of only twenty meters.

The moment the sharp sound of breaking the air came to his ears, the sharp spear accurately pierced the bodies of the two elves who were running the fastest, and then the denser spears directly enveloped the elves.

Dodge?Don't be kidding, under such a dense attack, dodging is a stupid choice that only an inexperienced novice would make, and the elf who has no way out of retreat draws his short sword and turns his head to fight the centaur.

However, when they turned, the centaur also came in front of them, and the force of force sent one of the elves into the air, accompanied by the screaming blood that spurted out of its mouth and mixed with fragments of internal organs.

The long knife, which shone with the unique light of metal, slashed through the air in a strange trajectory, easily slashing the elf's weapon in front of him in the resonance of gold and iron, and slashing the elf in two in his screams of disbelief.

The centaur team that caught up with the elves first, each of them successfully killed an elf, which made the compatriots who followed them red-eyed and screamed, this is the result of the battle, this is the merit, this is the real benefit, only come first come, there is no so-called humility.

The remaining elves could not even do what they called resistance, and they did not even complete the most basic condescension, and they were scattered and surrounded by the centaurs who followed, and their heads were cut off with despair, anger, and amazement, and stuck in sticks, and placed at the gate of the camp.

In the next few days, perhaps frightened by the fighting power displayed by the Atila army, or perhaps fearful of becoming those compatriots who were only left with heads and still being eaten by wild beasts, the elves did not attack again.

Not just the elves, but also the Scandinavians were not organizing a decent attack, as if they had forgotten about the enemy who were preparing to attack their castle.

All of them were watching this war, and all countries, including but not limited to the Baltic Empire, took their eyes off what was in front of them and put their eyes on the cold continent of the Northlands.

This war is almost a life-and-death battle for the survival of the Scandinavian Empire, a battle for faith in whether the Aesirs can maintain their interests in the main plane, and more importantly, this war is about the interests of various nations in the Northlands.

The worst news is that the Attila Empire has won, because such a barbaric empire, ruling a large land, with a large population, is very poor, the market is small, and if you want to make profits, you have to start from the most basic cultivation of the market, and there is a huge gap with the Scandinavian Empire.

Of course, the victory of the Scandinavian Empire is not in their interests, because the cake of the main plane is so big, it will not increase by one point, nor will it decrease by one point, but one more god in front of the cake, the other gods need to divide their own part, and vice versa, the less one god they can eat, the more cake they can eat, even now that the god agreement still exists, this truth has not changed.

The elves' attack on the Attila army is not even a basic appetizer, and the next battle between the two sides, which has been prepared for a long time, is what really needs to be paid attention to, but it can be accurately confirmed that this white snow-capped mountain range will be dyed with a blood red that will not dissipate for a long time.

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"Whew!"

He snapped his eyes open, and was greeted by the ceiling of the house covered in cobwebs, and not far from him, a flickering oil lamp provided a dim glow.

The air smells of burning animal fat, but there is also a very fresh smell that smells like spring. The temperature of the room was not warm, and the quilt covered with dense patches brought a little warmth to the man.

The man was dressed in a Scandinavian outfit, which was a little messy and shabby, but it was very clean and free of messy stains.

"Sword!?"

Shaking his head, consciousness recovering from the blank space, the man got out of bed and searched the house for his most important thing, the silver sword that had in some sense taken everything from him.

The panicked man searched the house and did not find what he was looking for, so he set his eyes on the door of the house, walked over slowly, and reached out to hold the handle of the door.

At this moment, the door opened slowly, and the howling cold wind with the snow made the man cover his eyes with his hands, and the cold chill took away some of the chill in the house in an instant with this cold wind.

"I look like I'm awake. ”

The sound sounded in the man's ears like a long-aged wine, and the man made a vigilant gesture and put his hand on his waist, on top of the weapon that had been hung.

"Don't be so vigilant, even if strangers sometimes bring bad intentions, man, what are you anxious about, the wound on your body has now healed. ”

The woman's voice, the man turned his head and focused his gaze in the direction from which the voice came.

The woman shrouded in the black robe, because of the obstruction of the robe, the man could not see the other party's face and figure clearly, and the aura emanating from the whole body made the man understand that the woman in front of him had extremely powerful power.

"You saved me?"

The man spoke, his voice unspoken for a long time, very hoarse, as if the sound of rags rubbing against wood.

"What about my sword, did you take my sword too?"

The muscles of his whole body were tensed, his fists were clenched, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the woman, like a lion lurking in the grass ready to hunt, and if the woman's answer did not satisfy him, he would attack and capture the opponent.

"Don't be in a hurry, your sword, here. ”

The woman raised her hand slightly, revealing a slender white hand from under the robe, the white light flashed, and a long sword without a scabbard appeared in front of the man, and the sharp blade easily plunged into the ground.

Taking a step forward, the man maintained a vigilant posture, picked up the long sword, and felt the familiar touch coming from his hand, and the man breathed a sigh of relief.

"Did you save me? ”

The man asked coldly, but in the eyes of the woman, there was a little less vigilance and coldness, and the battle-hardened intuition made the man feel that the woman in front of him was not hostile to him.

"Siegmund, the man who inflicted great casualties on the Attila army in Uppland, the prince of Barusenge, the hero of the Scandinavians, the descendant of the god-king Odin. ”

One by one, the women called the man, nay, the title of Siegmund, and looked into his eyes with a calm and unwavering gaze, which was as dim as the sun, even in the midst of a downfall.

"Looks like you know me, woman. ”

Siegmund took a step back, keeping a certain distance from the woman, and he looked at his surroundings with the rest of his vision, trying to guess that there was still time for him to be where he was now.

The war in Upland was a failure, and in any way, the Upland garrison led by Siegmund was defeated by the Atyra army led by Attila, and even Atilla did not personally intervene.

Although in the end, he placed the Attera army together and forced the Atila to turn the land of Uppland into a ghostly paradise, but strategically speaking, he did not buy much time for the Scandinavian Empire that retreated to the Norwegian mountains, nor did he let the Atila army consume too much supplies.

When Upland City was breached, he originally planned to stay, and in that city, he used the complex environment to continue to wreak havoc on the Attila army, focusing on destroying their logistics.

However, in the end, he was persuaded by his men, and what followed was the last and most brutal war in the Norwegian mountains, and the interests of the Scandinavian Empire, the Scandinavians, and the Asgardian Protoss in the main plane depended on the outcome of this war.

Armed with a silver sword and possessing such terrifying combat power and destructive power, Siegmund should not waste time here in Upplan, his battlefield should be in the mountains of Norway, on the frontal battlefield.

Subsequently, the persuaded Zygmund began to break out of the siege with the trust and hope of his men before they died, and it was at that time that the Attila army needed to deal with the ghosts hovering in Uppland, which gave him the opportunity to leave Uppland easily.

After leaving Upland, Siegmund spent half a month of the world, crossing half of Scandinavia, to the vicinity of the Norwegian mountains, but by that time it was already time for the spring when the ice and snow melted, and everything recovered.

After appearing in the Norwegian mountains, Siegmund had the bad luck to encounter a tide of beasts that were assembling and attacking like a Scandinavian settlement, and faced countless beasts, including legends, Siegmund fought for seven nights in a row, and finally fell into a coma because he had squeezed the last trace of strength out of his body.

And now, when he came to his senses, the cold wind blowing on his face and the snowflakes falling from the sky were telling him a cruel reality, and he had been in a coma for more than half a year.

What was going on in the Scandinavian and Atila Empires, what stage the war was into, and how his sister Sigourne was doing in the Scandinavian Empire were the questions he most urgently needed to know.

"Thank you, you saved me, but I think it's time for me to go, there's more important things waiting for me, I ......"

"Ahem. ”

In the middle of his sentence, Siegmund suddenly crouched down, his right hand clutching his chest in pain, and two drops of bright red blood stood out on the snow on the ground in front of him.

The woman's hand hidden in the sleeve pressed her fist hard, her sharp nails sank deep into her palm, she took a deep breath, suppressed the throbbing in her heart, and calmed the waves of her heart.

"Your body is not well yet, even if I use the best potion, you need to rest for three days, I can guarantee you that after three days you will be back to your full state. ”

The woman lowered her body and placed the bottle containing the purple liquid in front of Siegmund and he looked up and recognized the potion in the bottle, which was made only by witches, very rare and precious, and had a very good effect.

"Who are you, you're a witch?"

Siegmund unscrewed the bottle and drank the liquid inside, and then his pale face quickly became rosy, and the whole person was full of vitality at once, and he returned the bottle to the woman, and the guard on his face was a little less guarded again.

"Yes, I am a witch who lives in the Norwegian forest, and I believe in Lord Brünnhilde, the Valkyrie, and I found you in the beast tide, and if it weren't for the fear of you, I wouldn't have brought you here so easily. ”

The witch introduced herself in a smooth voice, telling her about the situation she had discovered Siegmund, and although there were no loopholes or flaws in the witch's words, Siegmund always felt that something was wrong.

Something was wrong, of course very wrong, Sigoarney, who was supposed to be recuperating in the Scandinavian Imperial Palace, was nowhere to be found, but neither her husband Siegel nor the maid guards who had arranged for Sigourny to watch her around were aware of her disappearance.

Even in a desperate situation, the canary, who is imprisoned in the birdcage, has hole cards in her hand that can easily deceive her master, and the power contained in her body will not disappear when she is poured into the birdcage.