"So, I passed?"

Angela was very happy. She clapped her hands and was about to pull on Walter's clothes.

"No, you didn't."

"You know that I set up the three tests to make these players retreat."

"The three tests weren't set up for you. I didn't think that you would come."

Walter took a step back and admitted his mistake.

Admitting his mistake was considered a miracle as he had always been perfect and had never failed.

In a sense, Angela had also defeated Walter, the Sword Saint of Lordaeron.

"But I've passed the test. You can't discriminate against me."

"You can customize the next two tests for me. I'll definitely show you my determination."

Angela did not act shamelessly for once. Her face was full of pleading.

"No, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just..."

Walter wanted to say that he did not like her, but he swallowed his words.

Not being good at socializing did not mean that he did not have emotional intelligence. Such words were too hurtful.

Especially for a little girl who was full of fantasies about love. It was a little too cruel.

Walter paused for a moment and changed the topic.

"What do you like about me?"

"Or rather, what can I do to make you not like me?"

"Brother Walter is the best. I like everything. How can I not like you?"

"Unless the Evil Dragons' Mother, Tiamat, suddenly falls into the Kindness Camp or Hydra, the Nine-Headed Dragon suddenly dies."

Angela revealed her signature sweet smile, her pair of big eyes became a crescent-moon-like shape.

Tiamat, the Evil Dragons' Mother, and Hydra, the Nine-Headed Dragon, were legendary dragons.

The former was the God that all Evil Dragons believed in, representing desire, obliteration, chaos, and destruction.

Due to its powerful strength, even the dragons from the Kindness Camp and Neutral Camp had to acknowledge its status.

In Genesis, the Evil Dragons' Mother was definitely the most powerful boss. It was one of the evilest and powerful Demon Lords in the Bottomless Abyss.

Even the God of Light on Mount Paradise, the Supreme God of the Angel Kingdom, could not expel the Evil Dragons' Mother.

Let alone make her change her camp and become kind.

Hydra, the Nine-Headed Dragon, was a giant dragon in the Material Plane.

Compared to the fact that the Evil Dragons' Mother only existed in myths and legends, Hydra, the Nine-Headed Dragon, was real.

However, its strength was not any weaker than any of the legendary creatures. It could be even more powerful.

Hydra had nine heads, and each head represented a different attribute.

In addition to the traditional attributes of Light, Darkness, Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water, there were also three rare attributes: Poison, Lightning, and Nature.

The nine attributes could be said to be the complete set of attributes in the magic world.

Moreover, Hydra also completed all kinds of Class transitions with its extremely strong racial talent.

It had nine heads, which meant that it could carry out nine Class transitions.

It had the rough skin and thick flesh of a Warrior Class, as well as the agility and stealthy appearance of an Assassin Class.

The scariest thing was that it had at least three heads that could switch to the Mage Class, and there were countless kinds of magic skills.

There was once an Archmage who challenged Hydra.

He hired three large mercenary groups, at least 3000 high-level professionals, two Magisters, and ten Archmages.

In the end, the battle had just begun, and Hydra had already shown a one-sided stance.

Hydra used overwhelming magic, directly testing each of them, and used magic to completely suppress the Archmage's magic group.

The Archmage even used his signature spell, the forbidden spell, Blazing City. However, they still did not even have a chance.

Hydra calmly used nine elemental spells and ended the battle without even using its dragon breath.

According to the memories of the mercenaries who escaped by a fluke, Hydra had displayed at least two mixed spells and used multiple forbidden spells.

The fusion of magic power was God's domain.

Multiple forbidden spells were also very high-level magic skills. They required at least dozens of Legendary Grade specialties to support, and all kinds of attributes had to reach Epic Grade before they could try it.

According to this battle, people said that Hydra had already entered the Demigod Realm.

At least, it had already touched the boundary between gods and mortals.

This was not the most difficult thing to deal with.

Hydra had the bloodline of the Nine-Headed Swamp Snake and its self-healing ability was very strong.

Even if its head was cut off, it would be reborn in a very short time.

Legend had it that only by cutting off all of Hydra's head at the same time and piercing through the heart could it be possible to kill it.

This was deduced from the method of killing the Nine-Headed Swamp Snake

No one knew whether it would work or not.

Angela's offer was actually to tell Walter that it was impossible for her to not like him.

She never expected Walter to only hesitate for a moment before nodding in agreement.

"Deal. I'll send Hydra's body to the church."

Walter put away his sword and turned to walk out.

Angela quickly pulled him back.

She felt that her little head was a little stuck. Did she misunderstand something?

"Brother Walter, what are you going to do?"

'We were chatting happily, why did you suddenly want to leave?'

'Do you know how much courage I had to muster before I came to confess?'

"I'm going to kill Hydra, the Nine-Headed Dragon."

"I will keep our agreement."

Walter did not have any intention of joking. He strode to the balcony, took out his dragon flute, and blew lightly.

A loud dragon's roar sounded, and Walter's iconic mount, the Golden Holy Dragon, appeared in the air.

Roar!

The Golden Holy Dragon shook its neck in awe.

When it saw Angela, it even moved its big head closer to greet her.

The wisdom of dragons was not inferior to that of humans.

Some of the older dragons were even called 'living museums' and were very respected in the entire multiverse.

Before Angela could greet the Golden Holy Dragon, Walter had already mounted the saddle. He pulled the reins, and the Golden Holy Dragon whistled into the air, disappearing into the horizon with a gust of wind.

"Brother Walter, do you hate me that much?"

"You would rather face the monster, Hydra, than me?"

"Am I that scary? Do I make you hate me that much?"

Angela stomped her feet hard, her brand-new deerskin boots making a loud noise.

At this time, the old king 'happened' to pass by and saw Angela looking like she had suffered a huge blow. He beckoned her over.

"Silly child, what are you crying for? A lady's tears are like pearls in the Danube River. They are extremely precious."

"You should cherish them, not let them flow freely."

The old king took out a handkerchief and wiped Angela's tears with standard aristocratic etiquette.

"But..."

"But brother Walter would rather go and kill a dragon than be with me. I..."

The bean-sized tears fell. Angela's eyes were red. No matter how good her acting skills were, they could not hide the sadness in her heart.

"Silly child, I've only heard of warriors who kill dragons for their loved ones. There's no fool who would reject a lady and go and kill a dragon."

"Walter is a person who is not good at expressing himself."

"Are you prepared to live with such a person?"

The old king patiently guided her and was even further into tricking his son.