Me, Hydra

And then Sparta was even more resistant to the combined invasion of the Greek states, and because of this, after seeing the strong fighting ability of Sparta, the beasts have one after another to join Sparta. The island of Crete, which was rarely inhabited, was assigned by Hydra to follow the beasts.

Of course, although it was Crete, Hydra did not restrict the right of the beasts to enter Sparta, but in Sparta they had to shrink in size and promise not to do anything against Sparta's laws.

Of course, there are pricks everywhere. Some beasts wanted to rely on their seniority to crush Hydra, but they ended up selling their pork for ten copper coins per pound....

It was after that time that some Spartans even preferred that the beasts break the law, you know, beast meat is a great tonic....

Turning the picture back to Crete, it's also a quiet afternoon and a little old man is sitting under a tree lounging in a rocking chair to cool off.

The old man's is brewing a pot of amber colored barley tea.

Judging by the color, it's clearly homemade.

Of course, it wasn't that the farmer's homemade was bad, but no matter what, the farmer's homemade was always inferior in taste to the barley tea made from carefully selected wheat. After all, people are dedicated to research, while farmers are mostly doing a little relief after leisure.

This is fundamentally different from the goal, one is for leisure to relieve boredom, one is for survival... Just like those who go to the battlefield simply with a passion, without experiencing the cruelty of facing blood, a passion for them can only be prematurely ushered into the fate of cannon fodder.

Of course, with a little bit of luck they might leave behind a whole sentence.

Drinking tea leisurely, the rich aroma of wheat made the old man comfortably squint his eyes, although the taste is not as refined and rich as the ones made by city people, but the homemade ones from farmers also have a special flavor.

It's a little bit expensive, but it's still within reach.

The first thing you need to do is to take a spoonful of white sugar and sprinkle it on the barley tea, and a touch of sweetness rises from the rich aroma of barley. When I was about to take a sip, the land around me suddenly started to shake violently, which is the kind of earthquake that shakes doors, windows, roofs and frames, and makes the plaster fall, cracks appear in the plaster and pots and pans tip over. Basically, it happens dozens of times a year, so the old man didn't seem alarmed.

Although it wouldn't cause major casualties, it was easy to really get to the teapots and such. Just like now, looking at the barley tea scattered all over the ground, the old man looked a little pity.

Shaking his head helplessly, the old man took a look behind him, then said loudly, "Who is it this time again, can't you see the human habitation area written on the road map? You can't afford to pay if you trample the crops!"

Hearing the old man's words, a passing giant scratched his head in a bad way.

"The road sign was too small... I didn't pay attention, sorry ha."

At the words, the old man shook his head helplessly, the giants were large but generally not too flexible in the brain, but they were kind and helped plow the land in the farming season. He waved his hand and told the giants to go and stay where they were.

The island of Crete was full of dangers and monsters, but for people like the old man, whose bodies were half buried in the ground, they would prefer to die in their homeland even if it meant dying. It can't be said that they've lost the will to fight when they were young, because for them, plain and simple is the true~!

Just as the old man was about to say something, suddenly, the wheat field in front of the old man once again shook irregularly.

And this didn't mean the kind of shaking that was a small fight.

The space began to distort continuously, like a kaleidoscope, the speechless sixty-four space formed clothes impressionist masterpieces. But unfortunately no artist was here and documented it.

Then, the central node of the space distortion was suddenly pierced by a sword that was already like a rainbow version of splendor.

As if shattered like glass, a young girl with wheat-colored skin appeared in front of the old man.

The pale red eyes revealed a deathly silence as cold as the orbits of her skull.

After a moment of silence, the maiden turned her gaze towards the old man.

"Where is this place."

........

Go to bed....

Volume I: Text-139 - Gandalf and Attila

"So you're from out of town..."

Hearing Attila's words, the old man stroked his chin, then said, "If you're an outsider it's clear, I went to say Spartan Prime once when I was young, you should have been swept up in the temporal turbulence. A la la la~ That's an unforgettable piece of history na~"

As he said that, a memory rose on the old man's face.

Looking at the old man in front of him who was caught up in his memories, Attila didn't move too much.

Shaking his head, the old man woke up from his memories.

Looking at the well-proportioned Attila in front of him the old man pointed to the houses on the side.

"Come to my house to rest and rest first, I have quite a bit of faith in mixed barley tea."

As he said that, the old man led ah Attila towards the wooden house used to guard the barley fields.

With a glance at the old man's back, Ahatira did not do anything directly. Although this white-bearded old man looked very ordinary, his strength wasn't as fragile as expected, and although he didn't understand what exactly was the Spartan City he was talking about, one thing could be clear. That was that Spartan City was definitely a strong and powerful civilization, which could be seen from the fact that the old man was actually able to move freely around the spatial rift without being harmed.

"What's your name."

Hearing Attila's words, the old man paused in his steps.

After a moment of silence, the old man breathed a sigh of emotion.

"It's been centuries since anyone has asked my name... Just call me Gandalf, don't worry, I won't hurt you."

As he said that, Gandalf waved his hand at Attila.

Tilting his head, feeling the magical power in Gandalf's body Attila wasn't too attentive, although the energy in his body was very majestic, but to be frank, after all, it was a shaman-like alien existence, once close to him was a brittle skin, to be rubbed round and flattened.

With this thought in mind, Attila held the Vorpal Sword in his hand to keep up with Gandalf's footsteps, because of the spatial shattering that had just taken place, the current Vorpal Sword was just an ordinary ancient sword from the outside, with a strange appearance at most, but nevertheless, having witnessed the moment when the Vorpal Sword shattered space, Gandalf was still a little bit interested.

With the remainder of his eyes looking at Attila behind him, the corners of Gandalf's mouth lifted slightly.

"Interesting little girl... I hope he doesn't bear Spartan ill will..."

As he thought to himself, Gandalf lowered the brim of his hat and entered the plain cabin.

The cabin was simple, with a wooden bed, a wooden table and a wooden chair. The only thing that could be of some value was perhaps the ceramic mug on the table. A few pieces of clothing could be seen through the half-opened slit in the wardrobe, all of which were grey wizard's long runs with no miscellaneous colors on them at all, one thing to say was that the wash was a bit white....

"Very simple people..."

Looking around the bedroom, Attila calmly and uneventfully defined Gandalf, and it was true, with Gandalf's power, he could have made a better life in Spartan City, but it was clear that he didn't care about the fame and fortune of the world.

"Have a seat while I make a cup of tea."

As he said Gandalf went to a small cupboard on the side.

In fact, Gandalf was originally an Archmage in the Nordic world and could be considered highly respected. No matter whether it was a human king or an elf dwarf who saw Gandalf would bow his head and bow, it could be said that Gandalf was one of the few strongest mages of mankind in Northern Europe at first, but then after the connection between Northern Europe and Sparta was created, feeling the newfound knowledge, felt inconvenienced to come to the city of Sparta through the wall of space. What followed was the Twilight of the Gods....

Because of the Twilight of the Gods, the Hollow of the Wall disappeared, and he lost his way home, and when the news of Northern Europe came again, Northern Europe had been destroyed... It was also because of this that Gandalf, who had lost his homeland, settled in Crete and became a farmer.

Although he settled in Crete, it did not affect Gandalf's knowledge of Sparta, and Gandalf was just as happy when he learned that Sparta was once again victorious.

The culture of Sparta was peculiar, the brutal and ruthless laws of the jungle were cleverly combined with a gentle and heavy farming civilization, and in this the presence of Hydra played an inaccessible role.

This is why Gandalf often wondered, "Why isn't Hydra human?

If you're not one of us, you're not the same. This is not only the Eastern understanding of race, but it is also true in many places.