Me, Hydra

The surrounding followers and imperial masters saw this scene and their pupils shrank slightly, without a doubt, this kind of destruction was hard to achieve even for all the followers present.

"Is this the power of the Most Ancient King? Or after being weakened. It's hard to imagine how powerful she was in her heyday..."

Looking at the scene in front of him with little interest, the Conquering King, although saying it was easy, could feel the obvious gravity in his eyes.

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Everyone was hiding, and Hydra looked at the crowd in front of her with a smile on her face.

As of now, everyone except for the Farzaka Tokimatsu group and the Maito Yangyo group were still watching....

Looking at the crowd behind her, Jeanne knew even in her stupidity that they were not of one mind.

Just as Jeanne wanted to say something, a miserable voice rang out, covered in inky black poisonous fire, and dark evil flags waved in the wind.

"Roar! My wrath!!!"

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Tickets.

Volume I: Text - 190 - The Warband

The dark green poisonous fire sub ah air left a gorgeous and splendid end inflammation, the slightly distorted space filled with that almost solidified evil thoughts.

The poisonous fire fell on the body of the orcs, and the sulfuric acid-like flames were not so much burning them as corroding them.

Using life as food, the beastmen tainted by the poisonous fire were all visibly dried up and decayed.

The orcs that occasionally escaped from the poisonous fire were no longer as brave and strong as they had been. Instead, they had turned into a miserable, ghost-less state....

"It's just like the prophecy... poisonous fire falls from the dome of heaven, life is cut off, the earth trembles, and the empire collapses."

Looking at the poisonous fire that continued to fall, Jeanne's gaze was filled with gravity.

There was no time to continue sitting on the sidelines, Jeanne took a look at the human legions behind her, and Varian, standing at the front, nodded to Jeanne.

"We're ready."

At the words, Jeanne turned reassuringly to steal, then said aloud.

"Charge! Expel them!!!"

And by the time Jeanne gave the order, the centaurs were already engaged with the orc horde.

"Sal! I'm back! I will bring destruction upon you!!!"

Containing malice, there was no life in Brandwalden's bleak, empty pupils, as the dead lake, including the fish in it, died together.

"Horde! No! Perish at my hands!!!"

With a hammer that swung away the Rune Warhammer that Brandwalden had swung at, Sal gripped the Hammer of Destruction in his hand.

"The tribe will not perish, he will not die by my hand, nor by yours! Reincarnation Heaven is above!!!"

Roaring, the Hammer of Destruction in Sal's hand began to gather magic power.

The Earth element makes the Hammer of Destruction heavier, the Wind element makes the Hammer of Destruction more dexterous, the Fire element makes the Hammer of Destruction more fiery, the Lightning element makes the Hammer of Destruction more destructive, and the Water element protects Sal from the Hammer of Destruction's backlash.

"For the tribe!!!"

Sal gripped the stirring Hammer of Destruction in his hand, and the violent power caused everything around Sal to begin to tremble continuously.

Looking at Sal in front of him, Brandevalden's pupils showed a touch of sorrow.

As the chief of the four tribes, Brandevalden knew Sal very well, this peaceful but never weak orc had once been considered by him as a close friend, but he had never thought that the truth would be confusing. No matter who it was, no one would have thought that the god they worshipped, the so-called Reincarnation Heaven, would be Hydra, the enemy of his own tribe!

Blood feud!

"Your faith is worthless! He will eventually meet his own end!!!"

As he said that, the poisonous fire burning on Brandwalden's body became even more intense, and all the plants, trees and flowers within dozens of meters of the surrounding rocky land began to crack rapidly. A few panicked birds flew over Brandwalden's head, dazed and ignorant, and they were left with decaying bones in almost the blink of an eye.

Feeling the life burning around Brandwalden, Sal gripped his hammer in anger.

"You have fallen to the devil! My friend! This is where you should be right now! Meet your doom!!!"

As he said that, Sal lowered the center of his body, and the power of the elements instantly wrapped around Sal's body.

Sal's war hammer, as mentioned in the previous article, was condensed from the fragments of the Rune Stone, and wearing it for years, Sal's control over the elements had come to the point where he was able to use it like an arm and merge it into one.

The storm wrapped around Sal's body, and Sal's original posture, which wasn't very flexible, and could even be said to be a bit bloated, instantly became more flexible. Just like the Hammer of Destruction, the elements enveloped Sal's body.

"Brandwalden! The power has enslaved your mind!"

"No!"

Hearing Sal's words, Blandwalden said earnestly and stubbornly, "Never! Coming into this world, I am well aware of my smallness. I've never been blinded by the power within me! It was my hatred, my foolishness that forged what it is now...but! I will not allow the centaurs to perish in my place!"

As he said that, Brandwalden began to run once more, each fall of the horses' hooves causing the parched land to spread further, filled with death, Brandwalden was like the death god that brought the plague.

"For the tribe!!!"

The violent elemental power converged on Sal's body, and looking at Sal in front of him, Brandwalden also raised his Rune Battle Axe.

"Your faith is meaningless!!!"

The violent forces collided with each other to form a violent explosion, which was merely a microcosm of the corner of the battlefield.

The meteorites falling from the air weren't just meant to bring poisonous fire, using it as bonding, as one black rock after another formed the body of hellfire. Ordinary swords couldn't leave even the slightest scratch on these solid rocks, and because of the flames burning all over their bodies, trying to fight the hellfire physically would only be drained of life by these flames.

"For the Alliance!!!"

While the beasts were in a bitter battle, the human soldiers under the leadership of Valiant had quickly rushed into the battlefield. Located at the back of the battlefield, those great wizards from Dalaran waved their staffs, and spells of unknown meaning to normal people spat out from their mouths one after another into an ice pick, a stone spear and even a fireball that shot at the centaurs and hellfire in the battlefield.

"Varian? What are you guys doing here?"

At the words, Varian pointed to Jeanne who was growing behind him and fighting the hellfire.

"He is the one who brought us here, Joan of Arc. The messenger of the Risen God!"

Hearing Valiant's words, Sal nodded thoughtfully.

Although it had happened suddenly, the other orc tribes had also noticed something strange.

The fire bat riders of the Troll Tribe had quickly arrived at the battlefield, and were at first confused, but when they saw the centaurs they immediately realized what was going on.

"My tribe will win! For the glory of the tribe!!!"