The Clamoring Hydra

When he saw this tiny guy daring to rush to himself instead of rushing to escape, the giant seemed to be provoked and gave an angry roar.

Clenching the tree trunk in his hand, the giant slammed into Hydera's body from top to bottom. Wearing a white wizard robe, Hydera's skinny body looked like a tiny ant in front of the giant tree.

As Geralt was ready to help, there was a clear, bladed sheathing sound. A white light flashed. Then, the giant's body turned into two halves with the trunk in his hand.

The crimson blood rising in the hot air spewed out, and Hydera only flicked the sword body, and in a flash, the blood curtain that fell on Hydera was turned into a pale red mist.

Seeing the death of the partner, the giants roared even more violently. And this roar also represents the beginning of a massacre... It's just that the massacres are those who make noise.

As the blade passed, the rough skins of the giants or their bones comparable to steel were like butter cut by a hot knife. Evenly disconnected, broken pieces of meat accompanied by blood blooming scarlet flowers on this white snow field.

The attacks of the giants cannot even reach the corner of Hydera. On the contrary, for them, the white blade that is no different from a toothpick, every time it pierces into their body, it sprays out along the blade. Ether energy will tear them apart completely.

"Be careful under siege!"

While shocked, Geralt couldn't help reminding him. Because with the charge of Hydera, unconsciously, the remaining five giants have completely surrounded Hydera. The five thick trees blocked all the space that could be dodged before and after Hydera, while Geralt was still thinking about how he should rescue Hydera, suddenly, Hydera raised another free palm .

The four elements of earth, water, fire and gas instantly construct a simple and convenient etheric style. Along with the injection of energy, a burst of glaring light that makes the tear glands tighten like a small sun erupts in an instant.

This light is invincible, and even Geralt on the side was not spared, and subconsciously approached the tearing eyes. Then, the sharp sword cut the air and was stimulated by the strong light. The giants could not even resist.

Then, when Geralt opened his eyes again, Hydera's body was covered with uniform, small pieces of meat with a length of five centimeters and a width of red, but Hydera's body was still clean white. , Spotlessly clean. Like an angel who fell into **** in an oil painting, there is even an inexplicable holiness.

After a few coughs, Hydera silently picked up the sombrero and the shaft of the sword sheath that fell in the snow.

"Alas... I don't want to be old, I don't do it... It's just at this point that my waist hurts again....Let's go, go on the road."

As he said, Hydera looked at Geralt's eyes with interest... The back pain was naturally just for Hydera. This giant was not even an appetizer for Hydera... But how to say, it is quite interesting for people to feel holy. Even if it is a pastime on the boring road, teasing mortals themselves is the privilege of the gods,

Hearing Hydera's words, Geralt nodded numbly. From the eyes, it seems that it has not reacted to everything that has just happened.

On the way, looking at the Hydera sitting on the snow horse, Geralt couldn't help saying: "The giants just now... do you remember?"

Even Geralt didn't find out that he used the honorific subconsciously. And Hyder apparently would not notice this kind of thing, just replied casually: "What's wrong?"

Language was brewing. Geralt continued: "Actually, I don't think weapons should be necessary for you...just look at the situation just now."

Heard shook his head.

In Geralt's puzzled eyes, Hydera separated the staff again, and then extended the blade hidden in the staff towards Geralt. Unlike the previous pure white, the sword is now full of cracks. Even the etheric spells engraved on it, used to fix and strengthen the blade, have already appeared damaged and in jeopardy.

"These weapons are still too fragile to even bear half of my strength. It was just broken with just two swipes..."

After pursing his lips, Geralt said: "Actually... I feel that you are more suitable to be a warrior than a mage."

"I think so too." Hydera nodded, but received a helpless look: "But I am old, my body and eyesight are not as good as before, I have to learn some magic to protect myself. Otherwise, just That group of giants, who needs light technique?"

"..."

Geralt was deeply skeptical of his worldview...

In the end, Geralt could only helplessly sigh with emotion: "Is this... is it Sparta?"

Aside, looking at the sorrow in Geralt’s eyes, there was a little pleasure in Hydera’s heart... He seemed to understand why the devil in mythology was always keen to molest human souls make a deal.

Because it’s really interesting to see human beings who are incredulous at the same time but have to force themselves to agree and make up a compelling reason for themselves...

"Unsurprisingly, Gandalf's character should be the melee mage in the future..."

Silently thinking, in fact, Hydera's heart is still somewhat helpless... because fundamentally, Hydera also wants to try to feel like a mage. However, the magic mastered by Hydera is basically a large range, and the energy is violently fired. In this case, although an empty space can be quickly cleared, because of the original nature of Hydera, the evil of the original sin will quickly create a dead zone.

In order to hack a few giants and destroy the tens of kilometers of mountains, the nuclear bomb hits the mosquitoes, even if Hyder does not care, Odin may be ill at heart... Helpless, Hyder They can only play their own strengths and fight in close quarters.

The cost of doing so is that some people will doubt life.

"Old, the waist hurts again."

Hydera said with a smile.

"……I believe."

Geralt answered blankly.