Me, Hydra

Varian's elevation was close to two meters and was full of explosive muscles. The thick armor was an added layer of security for Varian's safety. Sal's height was directly above two meters, and his body was wrapped in a thick animal skin, his green skin exposed to the air without the slightest bit of oddness. Even just looking at it, one could feel the violent power of its body. And more importantly, Sal's true identity was that of the greatest shaman of the orc race....

Yes, Sal is a shaman, over two meters tall, muscular, with hands bigger than Jeanne's head, and armed with the Hammer of Destruction....

Sandwiched between the two tall men, Jeanne's expression was not stoic, but full of spontaneity and confidence.

Looking at the little girl named Jeanne in front of him, Sal remained silent. The dark green face had a few sharp teeth exposed to the air from the mouth, and if left at night, Sal could even be called a nocturne with green fangs. But even so, Jeanne's eyes didn't waver at all.

Nodding his head, Sal turned his gaze to Varian.

"No need to explain it to me, I'm sure."

At the words, Varian looked at Sal's face with small interest then asked, "Why? Aren't you afraid that this is my ploy to plot against you Orcs?"

Shaking his head, Sal spoke calmly.

"You can't fool me, it was only a short time together, but I know your character. Your character would never allow yourself to do anything against the warrior's principles. And more importantly, the look in this little girl's eyes tells me that she won't lie."

The Sal's words that he heard, Varian nodded his head. Then he said regretfully, "If it wasn't for the feud between the races, the two of us would have been good friends."

Hearing Varian's words, Sal stood there without saying a word.

After a moment of silence, Sal reared his head.

"This time might be an opportunity."

"An opportunity for what?"

"A chance for orcs and humans to put aside their grudges!"

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The fever was really bad...I slept on it and got better. It's not a big deal, except for my shoulder, which is a little sore.

That's all for today's update. If my health improves tomorrow, I'll make up the update I owe from Friday.

Volume 1: Text-181.Alien Race

While Sal and Varian were discussing how to use this incident to get the orcs and humans to put aside their grudges, emissaries from other races quickly arrived in Stormwind.

"Is what Anduin said true? If what he says is true, may I ask where the little girl called Jeanne is."

As she said that, the Naga Witch entered the great hall of Tempest.

Looking at the welcoming Naga Witch, Sal and Varian bowed and saluted, then pointed their fingers at Jeanne at their sides.

"This is that otherworldly visitor, Jeanne."

At the words, the Naga Witch looked to Jeanne, who was beside her, and Jeanne also looked to the Naga Witch.

Just as the Naga Witch was about to say something, suddenly, an invisible spiritual flood mapped out from Jeanne's pupils, and the target was none other than the Naga Witch who had just entered.

In a trance, the Naga Witch noticed that everything around her unfolded and changed. The pillar walls around her began to fade away, as did the figures of Varian and Sal and the others. In another moment, the Naga Witch was startled to discover that the surroundings had become an endless starry sky.

Bright nebulae flowed across the oneworld, and a huge figure appeared in front of the Naga Witch.

"You are... Father God?!"

That's right, appearing before the Naga witch was none other than Hydra, lurking in the world of Christian mythology.

When Jeanne had been asked to come to Azeroth for reconnaissance, Hydra had purposely left a whiff of her own consciousness on Jeanne's body just in case, and the significance of this whiff of consciousness was simple: to allow Jeanne to operate in Azeroth without resistance from within Azeroth....

With a glance at the Naga witch, Hydra nodded.

"Yes, I am your Father God. Confusing, isn't it? Say it and I'll answer it for you."

At the words, the Naga witch asked evenly.

"Then Father God! Where the hell are you now? Why not show up in front of the clan? Have you really abandoned us?!"

Hearing the Naga Witch's words, Hydra narrowed her eyes and then said, "When I first performed the reincarnation for the world, the evil spirits that preceded those worlds also began to revive, and in order to ensure that the newborn world was not destroyed, I had to suppress them at the back of the world. But their power was too strong, so I had to guard the place where they were suppressed at all times. That is the back of the world, the place where all darkness is born. It's not that I hate you, it's because of you that I can't appear in front of you! My children na, as a father, I'm sorry I can't stay by your side..."

At the words, the Naga witch shook her head even as she said.

"No, Father God! You need not feel apologetic because of us. You are the one who created our existence, and if our existence can only grieve the Father, then we are wrong."

As she said that, the Naga witch leaned over reverently, her closed eyes filled with sadness and apology.

This caused Hydra to feel a little uncomfortable, although the Naga were her own dependents, Hydra's cultivation of the Naga was more to allow her to better control the situation in Azeroth Continent. But judging from the Naga witch's actions... it seemed necessary for herself to change her views on the Naga tribe....

Shaking her head, Hydra spoke up.

"Do not grieve, my child. This time I have come because of the resurrection of Loki, the god of evil fire before the world was reborn. I cannot leave the back of the world, or there will be a more dodgy evil god that will infiltrate the real world through the cracks in the back. Do your best to assist the maiden named Jeanne, who carries the destiny that will defeat the wedge of evil gods. Finally, accept my final apologies as a father..."

As she said that, Hydra reached out her own fingers and placed them on the Naga Witch's forehead, the gentle power brightening the Naga Witch's body felt like a spring breeze of comfort. Then the Naga Witch felt her body begin to change rapidly.

The scaled skin became tougher and smoother, and the spiritual power even reached a level where it could affect reality.

"The evil gods have begun to revive, guarding this world and Azeroth. My child, as a father, I am sorry."

As she said that, Hydra's figure dissipated in front of the Naga Witch. The surrounding stars began to disappear as well.

Then, by the time the Naga Witch came back to her senses, the surrounding area had turned into Stormwind.

Looking at the Naga Witch who was suddenly startled in front of her, Varian and Sal looked at each other in confusion.

"Priestess? What's going on? What's wrong with that?"

Hearing Varian's words, the Naga witch also returned to her senses. Then she bowed slightly to Jeanne in front of her in the astonished eyes of Varian and Sal, then raised her head and said, "No need to doubt, what this maiden has said is true. The Father God has just appeared before me, and before the Father God performed the revival for this world, the evil gods of this world began to revive. In order to ensure that the peace of the world was not destroyed, the possessed chose to guard the back of the world alone. Loki, the God of Evil Fire, on the other hand, has concealed himself from the Father God's sight through his schemes, and now Loki wants to return the world to ashes. The Naga will fight to the death! Azeroth never dies!"

As she spoke, the Naga witch clenched her fists.

On the other side, Hydra, who was staying in the Christ Myth, silently connected with Skaha's spirit.

Sensing Hydra's connection, Skaha raised an eyebrow, then responded, "What's wrong?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Hydra recounted what she had just said to the Naga witch on one side.

Hearing Hydra's words, Skaha picked no, then said with some amusement, "People Loki was clearly one of the twelve righteous gods in the original Norse mythology, how come he has now become a great evil god in your mouth instead?"

Hearing Skaha's ridicule, Hydra shrugged her shoulders. And carelessly said, "No way, although Loki is the Twelve Righteous Gods of Northern Europe, there is no such thing as Twelve Righteous Gods in Azeroth. Loki's existence is already a serious threat to Azeroth. As one of our important resource producing areas, Azeroth cannot be easily tainted by other foreign races."

Nodding his head, Skaha thought for a moment and said.

"You mean...sending in troops to support right?"

"Right."

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