Me, Hydra

No longer hesitating just as Brandwalden was about to stay and break away, the old wizard stopped Brandwalden.

"Leave this place to me, you must go!"

Seeing that, just as Brandwalden was about to say something, the centaur wizard continued, "Are you trying to be lazy?"

"No, I just wanted..."

Ignoring Blandwalden's words, the centaur wizard continued, "Get out of here if you're not slacking off! It's not time for you to be relieved yet! You're still young! There's an even tougher ordeal to follow. So leave this lazy opportunity to me!"

At the news, Brandwalden opened his mouth, his choked throat making Brandwalden not know what to say.

A smile rose on the old wizard's face as he looked at Brandwalden beside him.

"It's all right, child. You are too young to die yet. You are the future hope of the centaurs. And I I'm too old to accept new things. So leave this place to me until I am completely corrupted."

Having said that, the old wizard didn't wait for Blandwalden to say anything further, and turned and rushed towards the approaching wolf riders.

"The centaur's path is forged from corpses! Rock avalanche obstruction!!!"

The bewilderment in Brandwalden's gaze disappeared completely as the old wizard's voice rang out.

"Accelerate! Accelerate your advance! No love for war!!!"

But even as Brandwalden ranted like this, the centaurs continued to dwindle in their battlements. The old Centaur elders, after seeing the actions of the old wizard, also left the ranks and stayed behind as the temple troops.

But even so, the spears thrown by the orcs were still causing the Centaurs' battle formation to weaken again and again.

The centaurs who were damaged in their movements also turned around without saying a word and left behind, while those who were not injured behind took their original positions.

In the face of disaster, the Centaurs showed unprecedented unity, perhaps that was why the Centaurs were able to survive the siege of the Greek kingdoms.

Regardless of the temperament of the Centaurs, they are a group. Perhaps this group would have internal strife at times. But when faced with an external enemy, all the centaurs would come together to meet it.

Every race that can exist in this world has its superiority, protective colors, alert colors, mimicry and so on and so forth, which are all natural skills that creatures have developed to adapt to their environment. Chameleons can adjust their coloring to the color of their surroundings, and a European tarantula secretes venom from its abdomen, warning its opponent with a bright red abdomen whenever it is attacked. Some non-toxic sea creatures also grow as brightly colored as the highly poisonous sea creatures.

What do the centaurs rely on?

Powerful strength, and the unity to meet the foreign enemy together.

Looking at the centaurs who still maintained their full assault even with the constant attrition, Sal nodded as he stood on the slope of the hill.

"If it hadn't been for today, we might never have seen this. It's inconceivable that the brutal and low-minded centaurs would still be so united..."

Upon hearing that, the rest of the tribal chiefs also nodded their heads.

Although Companion Jemma didn't have a good reputation among the Orcs due to her constant troublemaking, it couldn't be denied that the Centaur's fighting strength was very strong. Especially the dedication to self-sacrifice for the future of the tribe that was now on display. It was all the more admirable to the tribal chiefs.

"But having said that, the hunt has begun. Sorry, Brandwalden. The end of the Four Tribes Tribe... is already set."

As he said that, the Troll Clan's fire bat riders chased the centaurs in front of them from the air.

With a glance at the troll bats behind them, Brandwalden's eyebrows knitted together.

"Tustin Dogs! Brandon Walden! Your head will be my most exquisite ornament!!!"

The troll chief riding the fire bat was laughing as he said this, but in his hand, he mercilessly wielded a throwing rope.

The stone throwing rope is a leather bag attached to two belts of the same length, and a stone is placed in the bag. When the belt reaches its maximum speed on the fourth or fifth turn, he releases one of the belts, and the stones in the bag are thrown out in a tangential direction.

Throwing stones usually had an attack range of around 150 meters, and although the accuracy was very poor, the damage within 80 meters was higher than that of a bow and arrow. Coupled with the cheap cost, this kind of equipment was often equipped on a large scale on infantry soldiers in the beginning. But it didn't mean that it would be used if there was one, and the throwing ropes needed space to spin and accelerate after they were swung. If the infantry stand a little too close to each other, they can easily hurt their own men.

But in the air, there is enough space for the infantry to rotate and accelerate. And so, the Fire Bat Rider was born.

Although most of the trolls were two meters tall and weighed around 181 kilograms, nothing was absolute. Giant fire bats that were dozens of times the size of normal bats were fully capable of bearing around 300 kilograms of weight.

The constantly falling stones caused Brandwalden's eyebrows to tighten repeatedly.

Looking at those sharp stones embedded in his muscles, Brandwalden could only grit his teeth and then increase his speed.

"Ahead is the dense forest! Charge in! They won't be able to use the pitching ropes when they get inside!"

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Vol. 1: Text-157-The Celestial Net....

I don't know how long it had been running, relying on the superior talent of the Centaur clan coupled with good luck, the four tribes led by Brandwalden finally came to a deserted hilly area.

Relieved, Brandwalden unhurriedly picked out the sharp stones stuck in his muscles, losing the stone's obstruction, and blood gushed out from Brandwalden's body like a fountain.

But soon the writhing muscles filled those wounds....

Taking a look around at the clansmen slumped on the ground, Brandwalden sighed helplessly.

"Loss of clansmen?"

At the news, a young centaur wizard gave a rough estimate. Then sadly, he said, "One third, we only have two thirds of the clan left...but no seriously wounded, all are lightly wounded and still holding weapons."

Upon hearing that, Brandwalden nodded his head. Although the Orcs attacked very swiftly, the Centaurs were a natural combat race. Relying on superior physical talent coupled with a united nature....

As he thought, Brandwalden let out a long sigh of sadness.

The reason why there were no seriously injured people above Brandwalden's could be fully guessed. If nothing else, the older centaur warriors should have all died, and it was because of them and the movement-impaired centaur warriors that were in the way that the others had the chance to burrow into the dense forest....

In the midst of his thoughts, Brandwalden's eyebrows suddenly rose.

"Transmutation Heaven... what the hell is Transmutation Heaven. Is it just because we're from other worlds..."

Although it had been a while since he came to this world, even so, Brandwalden still didn't know much about the reincarnation days among these beast populations.

For the Centaurs, the reincarnation days in the beast population would be similar to the bastards of Olympus, who had let the Greek nations wipe out the newly-emerging Centaur city-states as a precautionary measure. The centaurs felt just as much anger at the decision of Zeus and other gods to renege on their covenant. Therefore, the centaurs did not delve too deeply into the transmutation days that the orc shaman spoke of.

"Is it because we revealed the coordinates of this world to the Greek gods..."

As he thought about it, Brandwalden's face was filled with sadness.

Sal's character and personality was clear to Brandewalden, and even though he was an enemy, Sal was still an admirable enemy. I'm afraid it's not just a rumor that the intelligent races of the continent are seeking to kill themselves in the so-called "hunting war".......

"Ancestor na... shelter us!"

As he thought about it, Blandwalden looked around at the clan. After a period of rest, the members of the centaur tribe had recovered quite a bit. With the help of the centaur shamans who had practiced healing sorcery, those centaurs who had more severe wounds had all recovered.

"Chief, there's a river ahead."