You and Me Under The World Tree

The prince's war horse is named Falke. It is a nightmare war horse born with flames. It comes from Muspelheim, a land of fire where no grass can grow and even the frost giants can't stand it.
As a creature living in a world dominated by flames and heat, Falke himself is a monster that can spit fire and trample lava. It is not theoretically a horse, it just looks like a horse.
The above is the information Hoder got from the fragmented words of the prince, because the prince himself did not know what it was that gave birth to such a strange thing. He got this mount from someone else.
The original owner was one of his giant friends, who seemed to be the jewel in the palm of Vafþrúðnir's eye, Princess Zebul, and it came with a complete set of saddles made by dwarves that could subdue flames, so he didn't have to worry about anything himself, and What's more, Falke's fire doesn't burn those it recognizes.
To be honest, even Hoder himself was a little tempted by such a cool and stylish mount, just like how he was interested in the wings of the Valkyrie. He really wanted to get one like this from some source. The war horse, which has its own flame footprints and is not slow at all, is really arrogant to the point of no end.
But unfortunately, there is currently no way to get it, unless the prince enters the book or opens Muspelheim and Jotunheim as maps, otherwise it is just wishful thinking.
So soon, Hoder stopped thinking about it. This kind of greed among players came and went quickly. After guessing that there was no formal way to get it, he quickly left these things behind. He just called Regin, who was ready to wash his face and take a rest, and then followed the prince's footsteps on the road to the legendary God-given city.
The flaming war horse galloped ahead, and its shrill neighing made any wandering beasts choose to retreat, while the descendants of the eight-legged divine horse followed behind.
This is not because Grani is slower than Falke, but because this girl carries too much weight - there are three people in total plus a pile of supplies. It can be said that she is quite powerful in keeping up with the speed of the Nightmare Horse. .
However, all divine horses have tempers. A direct descendant of an eight-legged divine horse like Grani. As a descendant of Sleipnir, even her brothers and sisters are dissatisfied. Do you know any guy who jumped out of the horns and surpassed you?
So during this period of time, Grani has been running as hard as she can. Although the two warriors sitting on her will not have much problem, the dwarf sitting in the basket and being carried like luggage will be miserable.
"My butt! My waist! Stop it! I'm going to fly out! Someone put a lid on me!"

Although in the end, under Siegfried's order, Grani reluctantly slowed down her pace, the old dwarf still felt uncomfortable. Even under such circumstances, the group finally ended up with ordinary horses. With absolutely impossible time and speed, he directly arrived at the legendary God-given city: Bern in a straight line, ignoring the terrain.
This city is located on a plateau mountain, closely leaning on a tributary of the Rhine River. The rapid river water surrounds the city of Bern from three sides, forming a natural barrier, and the city has made full use of this natural danger - he There is only one gate.
There are countless soldiers guarding the high city walls, and there are also several fortresses near this god-given city that echo the city of Bern.
It was once located on the border of Gothic. The prince had been strategizing here as a young general a few years ago. Its initial function was not even a city, but a super fortress used to resist foreign enemies until His Highness the prince actually passed the battle. After winning other lands for the Gothic Kingdom, this super fortress gradually evolved into a city.
And as a city that His Royal Highness sits and rules personally, one can imagine his reputation!
 "It's His Highness! His Royal Highness is back!"
The flaming horse from Muspelheim was so conspicuous. When the fire came galloping from the distance, the soldiers on the city wall said so.
 "Go and inform Lord Hildebrand!"
From a distance, Hoder saw figures running back and forth on the magnificent city wall. When Hoder and his party finally arrived at Bern City, the heavy city gate was finally slowly opened.
"It is forbidden to gallop in the city." His Highness the Prince said, and he did not hesitate. He turned over and dismounted, and then patted the nightmare horse that seemed to be burning all over.
Falke neighed and did not stop in the end. He just galloped away and finally disappeared into the distance.
"Dismount." Since the prince himself set an example, guests like Hoder, who had no status in the Gothic Kingdom, naturally couldn't slap him in the face. He just casually turned over and dismounted, and then began to look at the legend Bern City carefully.
This is different from the previous town called Hegrim. Although the mayor there once followed His Highness in the Northern and Southern Wars, his attitude towards His Highness was very complicated, but the soldiers here are different. Their eyes sparkled with admiration and admiration.
However, no one dared to get close to him. They made a way of their own accord, but no one dared to say hello to His Highness. It was not until His Highness randomly named a few soldiers that they came out.
 "you!"
 "Yes!"
 "Take good care of this divine horse and provide the best..."
"This child Grani eats meat." Just as His Highness the Prince was giving random instructions, Siegfried couldn't help but say.
"Well, let's go and kill a sheep." It was completely different from the previous conversation. When he gave orders, he spoke a lot more.
As he said himself, he himself is not used to 'asking' others. As a prince, he has always given orders to others since he was a child.
 "Also, call Hilt to me!"
 "I have arrived, Your Highness."
At this moment, a man slowly walked out from the crowd. Compared with the young or mature soldiers around him, he looked older. There were wrinkles on his face and gray in his hair.
There is no doubt that he is a real human being. He is also the mentor of His Highness the Prince and the most heroic warrior ever in the Gothic Kingdom: Hildebrand.
"Well, you gather the soldiers around you and head to the Jura Mountains early tomorrow morning. We need to set up camp there."
 "Yes."
Without any hesitation, Hildebrand did not even have any dissatisfaction or doubt about the young prince's words. He just said what he said. Siegfried was dumbfounded by this scene. He just stood there. , standing next to his horse Grani.
 One is among his own people and soldiers, the other is on the edge...
It wasn't until finally, when Hoder put his hand on his shoulder, that he came back to his senses.
 "What? Are you envious?"