Me, Hydra

Nodding, Loki said in a compulsive tone.

"Yes, but it's not just the Reincarnation Sky. The gods of the Resurrection, the original Ancient Trees are all true Hydra! He was the one who ordered Azeroth...no, all the races of Northern Europe to hunt you Centauri! He wants to destroy you! There's nowhere to run. We're all in this together! It was Hydra that did this to me! Now you will be the next me. Unite! Let's launch revenge like Hydra!"

Hearing Loki's words, Brandwalden swallowed, then said cautiously, "What can you give us? The way you look now..."

Upon hearing the words, Loki was slightly startled, and then laughed indiscriminately.

There was not the slightest hint of mockery contained in the laughter, rather, in Brandwalden's perception, the laughter was filled with resentment, violence as well as madness.

"You ask me what I can give you? I can give you strength! Give you the power of vengeance!!!"

As he said that, Loki fiercely pounced on Brandwalden in front of him.

Because of the limp leg and Loki's sudden attack, Brandwalden had no time to dodge.

The Loki that pounced on Brandwarden instantly turned into scattered flames that enveloped Brandwarden's body. The power of resentment carried within the emerald-colored flames continued to erode Brandwarden's brain, and then Loki's as well as before Brandwarden's eyes surfaced one by one....

No matter how bright and great things are, there is bound to be this discarding dusk behind the rise of a great figure again, and Hydra is exactly that.

Although Sparta continued to grow stronger under Hydra's operation, within Loki's memories, Brandevarden saw the dark side of Sparta....

Those black-hearted capitalists in Sparta wielded the whip mercilessly, and one by one the hard laborers were cracked open under it. And what did those hard laborers do? They are building the walls and the wonders in Bit Sparta, serving those who serve the high and mighty.

Not just the drudges, but the slave fighters who were doing autopsy experiments on epidemic doctors, who were spending their lives bringing joy to others.

But before Brandwalden could take a closer look at the memory fragments, Loki's massive spirit screamed Brandwalden's mental sea into a jumbled mess.

"Ahhhhhh!"

A miserable roar emitted from Brandwalden's mouth, then Brandwalden's body began to gradually radiate light, a ghostly green light blossomed under Brandwalden's skin, through the skin, the crowd could even see Brandwalden's sturdy bones.

Then, emerald green flames came out from Brandwarden's pores, and the angry flames easily burned Brandwarden's body to the ground, but even so, Brandwarden still didn't die.

An unspeakable power surged through Brandwalden's heart.

But what followed wasn't excitement, but an even more raging pain.

"Don't reject me! You don't want your people to be one of those slaves, do you? Feel the power in your body, then merge with me. This is your only way out!"

At the words, Brandwalden's eyes changed and he finally took a breath.

"Come on!"

Upon hearing that, Loki let out an excited laugh, and then the turquoise flames directly engulfed the entirety of the Brennendvarden.

The fire was fierce, but the temperature could not be felt in the slightest. What you can see for yourself is that with Brendelwalden as its center, the grass around it has begun to turn yellow. It wasn't due to the temperature of the flames, but from the feel of it, those pastures were more like their vitality had been sucked out of them thus causing their demise....

At first, it wasn't obvious, but slowly, the thick vitality turned into emerald green threads that began to continuously think about Blandwalden's body gathering.

As these vitality pooled, the emerald green flames on Brandwalden's body also grew higher and higher, as if they were infused with gasoline.

This flame was using the living creatures around the Devourer as fuel!

The foot that was originally lame was instantly restored to its original shape by the mending of the vitality, and those goods did not let go of Brandwalden, just as Brandwalden wanted to give up, the flames began to absorb the vitality of Brandwalden's God Sand, looking at the muscles that had suddenly shriveled down, Brandwalden's eyebrows raised viciously, and then the annoying voice of Loki sounded in Brandwalden's ears.

"It's the fire of death, and he fuels it with vitality! He'll give you great power, and the more vitality you plunder, the more powerful you'll be, but if you choose to give up... these flames will lecture and devour you! Then go find your next host!"

As he did, Loki jumped out of the Blandwalden.

Though still burning with flames, Brandevalden seemed to be able to see the grim smile beneath the flames.

"So! To live! Go ruin the world! Burn this world to the ground! Then, take revenge on Hydra!!!"

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Feeling the surging power within his body, Brandwalden nodded.

It wasn't just that his physical strength had been enhanced, the flame had greatly strengthened his mental strength.

Although his previous body was extremely tough but Brandwarden knew better than anyone else that his body was covered with secret wounds, and years of eating and sleeping in the wind, even if his body was incredibly tough, it would still leave scars, but under the nourishment of this flame, Brandwarden could not feel the slightest bit odd.

Clenching his fist, Brandwalden closed his eyes and fell into meditation.

All of the centaurs were alert or on guard as they looked at the Brandwalden in front of them.

It should be noted that magic regarding seizures and the like were rare, but they were not unavailable. If Brandwalden Jeanne had her mind eroded, then it would undoubtedly be the end for the current centaur tribe....

But things can sometimes go in the right direction, and opening his eyes and taking a look at the crowd beside him, Brandwalden breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Hearing Brandwalden's neutral words, the faces of the crowd all displayed conspicuous excitement.

Looking at the clansmen in front of them, a smile rose to the corner of Brandwalden's lips, and then he waved his hand.

The emerald green flames instantly condensed into the appearance of a long-handled battle axe.

Taking a glance at the surrounding scenery, because the flames on his own body needed to be fueled by vitality, the ten meters around Brandwalden's center was already a deadly area with not a single inch of grass.

Taking a glance at the orcs and humans who were watching from afar, Brandwalden shook his head.

Although he was now several times more powerful than he had been in the beginning, the true nature of these green flames on his own body Brandwalden could say that he did not have the slightest understanding of. Moreover, his own people had already gone through a series of bitter battles, so it was better to retreat for now....

"Evacuate the area! But one day, we'll be back on the land! And then unleash our vengeance!"

Firmly said, the centaurs heard the unprecedented firmness in Blandwalden's voice, and nodded atmospherically at each other's crowded glances.

With a glance at the clansmen behind them, Brandwalden relied on the remaining fragments of Loki's memory to open an ever-burning portal with the flames from his body.

If there was no mistake, the other side of the door was the original Asgard.

But because of the twilight of the gods, only the walls of Asgard are left now, even the Golden Palace, which is said to never fall, has been smoked black by the flames.......

Taking one look at the orcs who had already tried to rush in themselves and others, Brandwalden no longer hesitated and quickly walked into the burning door before him with his people.

When the orcs arrived here, there was nothing left but the dried and dead ground.

"All the life here has been devoured, there is no way a single weed could be growing here without decades..."

The druids and night elves were nature's favorites and looked more serious as they watched the withered earth before them Mafario Wall Orcs and Humans.

With a glance at the Mafario beside him, Archmage Antonidas' eyes revealed some thought in his eyes.

"It's not just what you say, haven't you noticed that the space around you has been filled with death, even the magic elements have fallen into decay..."