I'm dying, I don't want to fight.

The hydra doesn't know how to shake its head or nod its head, it just holds its head high, its fine and well-proportioned scales reflect the dark green glow, and the boundaries of light and shadow form a mysterious pattern, showing natural and beautiful lines, and its huge body stretches from its head to its neck to the underwater, full of unparalleled power.

It is a transcendent beast with grace and beauty, and its awakening of ancient memories in its bloodline can be seen as a realistic embodiment of the King of Kurosawa, with both the power of a god and the idea of a god. At least, in the eyes of the Swamp Half-Dragons, Lord Poronstak Daru is the god of the Swamp Realm.

It is also possible that the human ancestors of the Dark Ages worshipped the high-ranking knights and high-ranking wizards as gods, which is the fundamental reason why the transcendent has always been in the ruling class. However, out of the need for faith, the Radiant Church has unified the definition of the true God in the human kingdom, and mortals no longer serve the human transcendent as if they worship the true God, but the divine nature of the transcendent has not changed.

Beings of different personalities cannot communicate effectively because of inequality, just as wild animals cannot understand the complex and varied ideas of human beings, and mythical beings do not care about the demands of mortal things.

Although Victor and Sylvia are the top transcendents in the human realm, they have not awakened the ancient memories in their bloodline, they have divinity but no godhead, and they still weigh the gains and losses of their families, and they do not belong to mythical creatures in the true sense. Fortunately, Victor was able to use the characteristics of X-3 to barely simulate the pattern of mythical creatures, and he was able to understand the thoughts of Hydra Polno Stark Daru.

The results of the Wind Elemental Insight show that the Hydra has a stable blood flow rate, a full and energetic body, and can survive for decades, even hundreds of years.

Well, compared to the Hydra's lifespan of more than a thousand years, it is indeed dying.

Victor understood the actual meaning of Potakdaru in this way from his own experience: awakened to ancient memories, the beast Hydra is dead, and the mythical Hydra Takdaru was born from its original shell, and he is now in his inquisitive infancy, just as Victor once despised the little baron, despising his beast life.

How could the wise Lord Takdaru be as eager as the beast Hydra to wallow in the mud, chase after the scent of a female Hydra, or fight and bite roughly?

Of course, Victor wasn't prepared to invite Takdaru to join his faction, he just wanted the human legions to cross the swamp safely and securely from the Half-Dragon Hunters, and it would be better if the Half-Dragon tribe was willing to provide some assistance.

However, this is a mortal requirement, and mythical creatures don't care about that. No matter how young Takdaru is, he is also a real mythical creature, and Victor talks to him for nothing.

The War Ant King led the Ant-Man army to seriously threaten the survival of the Swamp Half-Dragons, and the Human Legion should communicate with the Half-Dragons clan leaders about the fight against the Ant Tide through the Swamp. If the totemic beast worshipped by the Half-Dragons tribe was a beast species with shallow intelligence, it would be easy for the Half-Dragonman leader to reach a tacit understanding with Victor. Now, the totemic beast has wisdom, and he is indifferent to the survival strategy of the half-dragon tribe, and he is obsessed with the divine instinct to maintain the ecological balance of the swamp. When the human legions cross his territory, he will summon his minions to wage a bloody battle, and when the Ant-Man legions cross his territory, he will also wage a bloody war.

If only he could stop the ant tide, but what if he couldn't?

When the War Ant King has cleaned up Hydra and his minions, the Ant-Man army will go straight to the Centaur Hills, and if the Yorks can't hold the line, the home that Victor and Sylvia have worked so hard to build will be destroyed in the hands of Ant-Man.

The future of the family is at stake, how can Victor expect a hydra and a primitive half-dragon tribe to annihilate the Ant-Man army, and the human legions are not suitable to fight in the Swamp.

Now this mythical beast can't make sense, and it can't be killed and killed, and the problem suddenly falls into a dead loop.

Victor couldn't find a good solution after thinking about it, and the anger brewed by X-3's simulated mythical creature personality would not be dissipated by **-3, so he could only raise his head and exhale heavily. It was an unreserved release of emotion and power, and the ubiquitous wind elemental cheerfully responded to the angry catharsis of the Swordmaster, who shrieked and gathered, from a faint air current to a violent wind, and then from a cry of wind to a hurricane, the violent hurricane tore the entire white misty field apart, and the sky light was reflected, through the water vapor in the air, refracting a brilliant rainbow across the half-icy and half-watery lake.

The hurricane that blows away the fog is huge, but it is big but not strong, scattered but not condensed, and even a wild boar cannot be blown to death, and the lethality is actually not as good as a sharp wind blade. The Hydra could feel the angry will of the Elven King, and immediately lowered its high head to the surface of the lake, and after a while, he asked cautiously and curiously, "Why is the Elven King angry?"

Then, according to the memories in his bloodline, he changed the title of the human king back to the elven king.

The Heart of Flame made Victor's dark golden eyes shine brightly, looking strange and noble and majestic, and his voice was clear, "I have a wish, when my human followers cross the Swamp to resist the Ant-Man monsters of the Spirit King, the bloodline of the King of Kurosawa can allow them to pass through the Swamp safely. ”

The Elven King's wishes aroused the attention and great interest of the mythical Hydra, primarily of interest.

The wise elven king has a wish, and the wise hydra should also have a wish, otherwise how can he highlight the difference between him and the beast hydra, those rude beasts only know how to roll in the mud, where can there be any wishes?

Lord Takdaru thought for a while, and finally spoke: "I also have a wish, I am dying, and I hope that my seed can be passed on to the other hydras in the swamp. "Worry-free

A true Sun Elf may be able to understand this serious or unserious wish, but Victor is confused, but fortunately, the human lord is proficient in negotiation skills, and he says quietly, "I know that there is a large swamp on the far seashore, which is also the territory of Hydra...... But aren't you going to leave your precious seed here?"

Takdaru excitedly spewed a mist of water from his nose and said, "I am the oldest hydra in the swamp, and of course I will pass on my valuable knowledge to my juniors, and it would be better if my knowledge could be passed on to the other descendants of the First Ancestor." ”

It turned out to be the transmission of the will of experience to promote the evolution of the bloodline of the Hydra group...... Victor glanced at Takdaru's huge body hidden under the water, and said: "The Nimda Swamp is tens of thousands of kilometers away from here, and the swamp life is impassable, I can help you realize your desire to pass on knowledge, of course, this is also very difficult for me. ”

Takdaru was overjoyed, but he did not forget his mythological person, and did not roll in the water with joy, he imitated the elven king and solemnly said: "I am willing to help the elven king grant his wish, and the elven king's followers can pass through my territory." ”

As he spoke, he opened his mouth and spat out a crystal bead the size of an adult's fist, like a stone projectile fired from a crossbow, and whistled towards Victor.

Could it be dental calculus...... Victor thought mischievously, and Mei Wen flashed to his side, her left hand in metal armor firmly catching the beads that Hydra spat out.

God knows if this bead is highly poisonous, the dragon maid is immune to a lethal blow, even if it is poisoned, it doesn't matter.

Victor was actually overly worried, there was only some water on the beads, not even the saliva of the Hydra.

Victor suspected that it was a unique and stable water elemental crystal, containing the message of the will of the mythical hydra, and he wondered if sacrificing the seeds of Takdaru to the Alchemy Tower would produce new alchemy units.

The Mythical Hydra was inexplicably a little uneasy and asked, "How long will it take for the Elven King to drop my seed into the distant Nimda Swamp?"

Looking at the mythical Hydra's eyed appearance, Victor gave up his selfish thoughts, spiritually connected to the Wind Elemental Sea, and said heavily: "As soon as I breathe, I will send the seeds of the Hydra into the Nimda Swamp within 20 years." ”

At this moment, Takdaru was completely relieved, and the surface of the lake rippled, resonating with his words: "As long as I am alive, the followers of the Elven King can pass through the swamp quietly......." It suddenly paused, and kindly reminded: "Elf King, please spit out a seed to me, and I will let my servants identify the followers of the Elf King." ”

Damn Hydra...... Victor's mythical creature almost collapsed, his squinted eyes flashed with cold light, and a sentence popped out from between his teeth: "Let the dependents talk about the affairs of the dependents, and the Lord of the Swamp only needs to remember the promise to me." ”

His Royal Highness Randall's expression was grim, his lips were pursed, and his arrogant and indifferent demeanor made Takdaru envious, and he thought: The Elf King is worthy of being the heir of the sun god, and the slave should be left to the servant to discuss.

The Lord of the Swamp agreed. Takdaru half-sank his head into the water and made a sound, spitting out strings of bubbles, and he wanted to keep his mouth closed, but it was a little too difficult.

That's an agreement, right?

Victor finally breathed a sigh of relief, talking to the mythical creature was not an ordinary effort, it was even more tiring than defeating the centaur Great Khan. But the promise of the mythical creature should be relatively solid, after all, both parties have the ability to swear to the origin of the world, and it becomes an obsession in the heart, if the promise is broken, the whole body is uncomfortable, and the sleep is not steady.

Victor, who was in a relaxed mood, couldn't help but be curious and asked, "Do you remember the fact that the forest centaurs cross the swamp every fifteen years?"

"Oh, I remember, every fifteen years there used to be a lot of little ones walking on the lake and singing, and they sang beautifully, and offered me sweet meat, which was food that was not found in the Everglades. Takdaru said.

Halflings are born with the ability to walk on water, they are good at singing, dancing and cooking, they have a special charisma, and because they are weak and non-threatening, they can easily win the favor of other races. According to Takdaru, the halfling bribed the hydra lizard, causing the forest centaur to reach a tacit understanding with the swamp half-dragon.

Victor solved the mystery of the forest centaur crossing the swamp, shook his head, and said, "I'm leaving, the Lord of the swamp can now disarm the Misty Realm." ”

"Okay. Takdaru blinked his huge green eyes, which would not blush, but his tone was full of embarrassment, and he tried to explain to the Elven King, "I used to think that the little ones had a pleasant singing voice and a delicious food. But that was before, I'm dying now, don't mistake me for a rude beast, the Elven King. ”

The mythical hydra always emphasizes that he is dying and is triumphant. Mythical creatures may have a different idea of death than the mundane, and Victor prefers that Takdaru is using the word death to express his awakening of wisdom. In fact, this behemoth has at least 80 years to live, if not more.

Victor has rolled his eyes in his heart for this reason, I don't know how many times, but who hasn't come from a curious baby?