Me, Hydra

Volume 1: Text - 174 - The Burning Iron Hooves

While Hydra was making things happen under the eyes of the angels, on the other side, the hunt for the Centaur Clan was still going on in Azeroth.

The Centaurs had lost everything in the long hunt, even their chieftain, Brandewalden, was crippled by a stray arrow during the battle.

For the Centaurs, the loss of a leg was even more devastating than the loss of an arm.

As we all know, the lower half of the body is in constant motion while running, and it is because of the four coordinated legs that the Centaur can charge quickly over all kinds of terrain.

What does it mean to have a lame leg? It means that in the battlefield Brandwalden can't make a rapid charge assault, because once moving at high speed, Brandwalden's crippled leg will not be able to coordinate with the remaining three legs due to muscle stiffness. And in the midst of a very fast run, once one leg is fast or slow to order a plate, like an uncoordinated note in a song, the whole song might collapse just because of that one fast or slow note....

And it's the same thing when it comes to Brandwalden, can you imagine what it's like for a four-wheel-drive car that's barreling along at around 100 miles per hour to suddenly have one wheel out of control?

Losing coordination and crippled, Brandevarden's most celebrated, winnowing chariot-like charge and touch-and-go smooth chop are only the latter of which....

"Centaurs...is this the fate of centaurs...?"

Walking at the front, now with a lame leg, Brandwalden looked otherworldly funny. But none of the surrounding centaurs laughed at Brandewalden. If it wasn't for Brandwalden's desperate rescue, I'm afraid the Centaur tribe would have become a history....

"Perhaps we'll only appear in the history books of the human race in the future, right? Our brutal ignorance will be magnified indefinitely and subsequently invite destruction for messing with that fellow called the Resurrection God... O Karon, it really should have been like you said, I shouldn't have bothered with you."

Mentally, Brandwalden did not send out these whines. The long migratory flight of the centaurs had worn out their sharpness. The triangular, barb-filled centaurs had been polished into a ball under the grinding stone called battle. There were no edges, or rather, they were now no longer away to give birth to them.

Can you imagine it? Even when they went to the river to get water, they might be attacked by that group of fishermen, and if it had been in the beginning, the Centaur Ben Tribe would have absolutely exterminated all the fishermen without a second thought. But now, they didn't dare.

Once they were pestered by the fishmen that group of fishmen would send out speedy ones to move help....

Deep forests, swamps, rivers, oceans, even the skies and the ground were filled with killing intent for the Centaur clan....

As he was thinking, suddenly, Brandwalden once again felt the earth shake.

In the distant sky, the beasts riding the Kordo Beast had caught up with Brandwarden's footsteps.

"How did they discover us!"

As if thinking about it, Brandwalden looked to the sky as if he thought of something, and sure enough, the sky had been filled with war eagles for some time. The eagle was a lone wolf, but not if it was a druid changing eagle....

This wasn't the first time Brandwalden had encountered something like this, but there weren't many druids that could turn into war eagles, so the Centaur clan that relied on their powerful breakout ability didn't have to worry too much.

Apparently, the group of druids had noticed this as well and united with the orcs, relying on the orcs' huge numbers. The power generated by the mess was more than simply one plus one equals two....

"Heaven is dead!!!"

As I was saying that, suddenly, the clouds in the sky began to roll.

This caused the surrounding air to suddenly stagnate.

Not only Brandwalden, but also the group of druids and orcs all stopped the work at hand.

For no other reason, the clouds were now just too weird.

The constantly tumbling clouds were not black like dark clouds, but rather emerald green like emeralds, but despite being emerald green, no one could feel the slightest bit of life from it, instead, the emerald green clouds would instead give the impression of flames burning in between the tumbling.

Although it wasn't very intuitive, the beast people could vaguely feel the rage and destruction from the emerald green clouds....

The clouds tumbled, and soon, the tumbling clouds that were like ghost fire slowly drifted down.

"Boom ---"

The bright green flame storm instantly swept across the entire grasslands, looking at the flames coming at them, the priest shamans accompanying the orc tribe immediately chanted incantations to open up their defensive walls. The druids, on the other hand, turned into a spike-tailed swallow and quickly fled into the distance.

"What the hell is going on here?!"

Bitterly supporting the defensive walls in front of them, just as Sal was about to lose his support, a blue beam of light instantly teleported Sal and the others to a distant slope .

And the moment it was teleported over, those defensive walls were also instantly destroyed....

"What's going on here? What have you guys done?"

The Human Grand Wizard looked over at Sal beside him.

Shaking his head, Sal spoke helplessly.

"You should ask the centaur clan about that, I don't have the ability to instantly send out this kind of big magic..."

Hearing Sal's reply, the Archmage frowned, looking at the emerald green storm at the foot of the mountain not far away.

The eyes seemed to be pondering over something.

On the other hand, the able-bodied Brandwalden who was engulfed by the storm had completely given up resisting.

This scene that was like the extinction of the world if it was a full-body period, Brandwalden might still put up a fight, but it was different now....

With a lame leg, his own fighting strength was already compromised. And now to run into this kind of thing....

But soon, Brandwalden hesitated.

"Why... did the flames not just engulf us?"

Just thinking, a figure walked out from the flames.

It was burning with dark green flames, and its eyes were filled with anger and envy.

"Do you want power?"

"Want revenge?"

"You then become a burning hoof!"

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Volume I: Text - 175 - The Fire of Death

"Who are you?!"

Brandwalden was on guard as he looked at the strange man in front of him who was covered in green flames.

Although surrounded by emerald green flames, Brandwalden could still see the body that was constantly burning through the flames on its body.

The strange man in front of him was clearly an existence that possessed immortality, and although the flames on his body were constantly burning its existence, no matter how it burned, its immortal divinity would quickly mend the injuries on its body, and the flesh buds would be burned to ashes the moment they appeared, and then in the next instant, new flesh buds would grow once again.

Not just flesh wounds, this strange man's body was filled with all sorts of wounds, and in some places, you could even already see ghastly white dead bones, growing and burning. It was like a beginningless and endless Möbius ring, even if he was just looking at it, Brandwalden still felt his body aching with him....

"At first my name was Loki! It's the newborn god here! I'm the Nordic god! The Norse gods don't have that Hydra guy! Hydra lied to us! He's the one who brought about the destruction of Northern Europe! I am revenge! The fire of vengeance!"

Hearing Loki's words, Brandwalden swallowed.

"You said that the real body of that reincarnated sky was Hydra?"