The closing of the Wall of Clouds meant that the Mana was flowing back, and the effects of the Great Tide were becoming more and more apparent. Brando looked up at the Saint Hydra that occupied half the sky above the mountains. For a moment, he had difficulty breathing.
Even if it was just a projection, it was still at least level 100.
Neither he nor Orthlyss spoke. They were both thinking of a way to get through this ordeal. Brando looked around and saw a large boulder not far away. He calmed down a little and began to consider the possibility of hiding from the Saint Hydra.
He took a deep breath to adjust his breathing and gave himself a pep talk. There were more dangerous situations than this in the game, and there was no reason to be afraid just because there was only one chance.
For example, the raid on Fort Nerulisi in Madara, and the battle at the Dragon's Lair.
As long as every step is perfect, Brando thought back to his past experiences and felt confidence returning to him. The adventurous nature in Sophie's blood was ignited.
He took another deep breath and reached out his hand to grab the tree roots and tried to crawl out of the hole. Under the cover of the tree canopy, he could only hope that he could hide from the Saint Hydra's sight. Brando stuck close to the ground and prepared to crawl out bit by bit along the roots of the tree.
"Little guy?" Orthlyss was stunned. She did not expect Brando to be so daring.
"Hiding here is not a solution. That thing won't leave anytime soon. It seems to have noticed something," Brando said in his mind. "I suspect that the Ash Sword Saint and Veronica are still alive."
"What are you going to do?" Orthlyss asked in her mind, but due to the surrounding environment, she subconsciously lowered her voice.
"I'll go behind the boulder first. Then I'll see if I can use the environment to get out of here. As long as I'm three or four miles away, the Saint Hydra should not be able to see what's going on in the forest."
That's quite a distance. Are you that confident? Orthlyss looked at Brando, but she did not ask. She knew that since Brando had already made up his mind, he must have such determination. She could see this from the flames of adventure burning in the young lord's eyes.
This kind of Brando was beyond Orthlyss' understanding, but she liked him much more than the steady and rational Brando.
Brando did not say a word and carefully climbed out of the tree hole. He was like a lizard in the mud, lying on the ground. He didn't even dare to breathe loudly. Sometimes, he even felt like there was a dagger at his back.
Although the weather was cold and dry, sweat still dripped down from his forehead.
It took Brando several minutes to climb out of the tree hole, and then it took another minute to turn around. When he had done all this, he remained motionless, feeling his heart beating hollow and strong, one beat after another, thumping.
Brando waited for about half a minute, but the Saint Hydra in the valley did not seem to notice him. He let out a sigh of relief and reached out to Scarlet, who was under the tree hole.
"Come up, Scarlet."
Scarlet stood in the tree hole, not knowing what was happening above. She could only anxiously wait for Brando's news. She looked up and saw Brando extending his hand to her. She was startled for a moment before she put her hand in Brando's hand.
"Scarlet, no matter what you see later, don't make a sound." Brando held her hand and reminded her sternly. He trusted this red-haired girl, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
Scarlet nodded firmly.
Brando then pulled her out of the tree hole. The girl was shocked when she saw the terrifying figure of the Saint Hydra, but she did not make a sound as she promised.
Brando gave her a thumbs up as a sign of appreciation.
But this was only the beginning of a successful plan.
Then, he carefully climbed out of the tree hole with Scarlet. Crouching like a cat, he used the intertwining protruding roots between the tall trees to get closer to the rock. The distance between the tree hole and the rock was only 23 meters. In the past, this distance was just a blink of an eye for them, but now, it felt like a century had passed.
The Saint Hydra stood in the valley and slowly turned around. Its huge tail swept across the top of their heads more than once, causing them to break out in cold sweat.
When the two of them merged into the shadow behind the huge rock, they felt like they had lost all their strength. Scarlet was fine, but Brando felt like his back was drenched in sweat.
He let out a long sigh and began to plan his next move. His gaze passed through the shadows of the trees. Fortunately, there were not many open spaces in the Dark Forest.
He was planning to enter the valley on the north side of the ridge. If he could get there, he would be able to avoid the Saint Hydra's gaze.
The distance was less than two miles, half of what he had expected.
But there was a problem in the middle. They had to cross a small stream that crossed the valley. If the shrubs on both sides of the stream were not enough to provide cover, it would be very dangerous.
But after weighing the pros and cons, he decided to do it. It was not a good habit to be indecisive on the battlefield. A good warrior must have confidence in himself. If he did not believe he could do it, then he would not be able to do it.
And Brando happened to be one of the best warriors among the players.
He and Scarlet rested for about a minute behind the rock. During this time, the Saint Hydra slowly moved along the valley. It seemed to be looking for something, its 15 heads swaying in the air.
The two of them did not dare to make a sound. Brando silently counted to 50 seconds before he signaled to the red-haired girl beside him. The two of them then rushed out like lightning.
They landed in the shadow of a huge oak tree and held their breath, as if waiting for the judgment of fate.
But the Saint Hydra still did not pay attention to them. The white mountain was already halfway into the valley. Its movements seemed slow and clumsy, but Brando knew that it was an illusion.
If one could cross hundreds of meters in a single step, one would know that 'slow' was only a relative term.
Brando's next target was the goose-eared stalagmite forest by the river. The dense foliage of the stalagmite was the best cover for Hunters in the mountains, and it was no exception to this rule.
They followed the forest to the riverside without making a sound. Scarlet accidentally stepped on a dead branch and snapped it. When the crisp crackling sound rang out, the two of them looked like they were struck by lightning.
But fortunately, luck was on their side this time. The Saint Hydra seemed to have noticed something on the other side of the valley. It raised its 15 heads and roared in unison before it slowly turned around.
The white tail of the Saint Hydra swept across the forest again.
Was it Veronica or Mephisto? Brendel did not know, but he could only wish her good luck. At the same time, he seized the opportunity and rushed forward. Scarlett followed closely behind, and the two of them quickly passed through the tall bushes at the edge of the forest. The bushes extended all the way to the exposed pebbles near the valley.
The stream was only a few dozen feet away. Both of them were panting a little. Even though they had only run a little more than a mile, and with their stamina, they should not feel tired at all. However, the high tension was causing their stamina to deplete at an accelerated rate. Both of them felt a little overwhelmed.
The distance between them and the Lernaia Hydra was about two to three thousand meters away from them in a straight line. [It's about two to three thousand meters away from the Lernaia Hydra.
It sounded like a long distance, but it was only a few steps for a mythical creature. The tail of the Saint Hydra was probably a thousand meters long.
There was no way to fight it. In Brando's memory, the only creature that could rival it was the Evil Dragon, whose nest alone was hundreds of miles in diameter.
He patted his face as he recovered from the tragic hunting experience known as the Battle of the Dragon's Nest. The Saint Hydra was attacking something on the other side of the valley. Its fifteen heads pierced through the clouds and occasionally swooped down on targets a thousand meters below.
Brando was puzzled. Veronica and Mephisto could not have run so far in an instant. Was there someone else?
With that in mind, he turned around and was about to step out of the bush. But at that moment, Brando suddenly felt a strong force coming from the left. He felt a grip on his shoulder. He immediately realized that there was someone else in the bush, but his reaction was too slow. The force had already grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back.
"My Lord!" Scarlet saw a hand reaching out from the bush and pulling Brando in. She was startled and instinctively pulled out the dagger in her boot.
But she immediately saw a familiar face.
Veronica held Brendel with one hand and held the sword against Scarlett's chest with the other.
"Lady Veronica?" Brando was shocked when he saw the person who grabbed him. He did not forget that he had lost the three important people of the Cruz Empire. He knew better than anyone that at least two of the three had been killed by the Lord of Withering Flowers.
"Shh." The Goddess of War had a serious look on her face. She looked up and said to the two of them, "Don't make a sound if you want to live."
Brando was stunned at first, but he suddenly realized something. He looked up and followed Veronica's gaze. He saw that the Saint Hydra was attacking its target on the other side of the valley, but the fog around its body was slowly spreading out and shrouding the sky above the forest.
Fog!
Brendel was shocked. He originally thought that the fog was just a projection of the Ancestral God Beast, but now it seemed that this was not the case at all.
Veronica's reminder made him realize that it was not the Ancestor Beast, but the fog in the valley itself.
This was what the Druids encountered.
Brando immediately connected the dots.
He lowered his head and looked at Veronica. He knew that she had saved his life. If the fog was part of the Saint Hydra, then the whole valley should be under its surveillance.
As soon as he left the dense forest, he would be immediately captured.
But why did Veronica save him?
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