I had rage in me, but also a huge appetite.

4000 elven soldiers stood at the foot of the fortress.

The fortress was on the side of a mountain and its ramparts protected some of the visible structures.

But the dwarf city had certain geometrical features and from time to time, there were some kind of verandas, reserved for the richest individuals or those of royal blood.

This gave a certain charm but was also a fragile point and it is unfortunately by these points that the invader took advantage to enter and ravage the quiet city.

This is also where Kate was during the surprise attack.

She cried out in panic, not realizing that she was temporarily out of danger but the situation was unstable.

The firepower of the defense drones and the 2 tanks as well as the help of the monster fairy purged the city and little by little, the dwarf ranks reformed and they could see the extent of the damage.

Everywhere lay the bodies of elves and some dwarves mixed in with them.

The elves were well prepared and had charged fearlessly, knowing they could come back from the dead. Except, this time... it was final.

Their stolen souls were going back to Enka.. Who had big plans.

Desolation appeared everywhere you looked.

The snow was stained with blood and turned into a kind of mud, a mud of blood, ashes and crushed earth.

It would take days and days to bury everyone, but the solution would come from a huge blaze...

The Dwarf King had his troops assembled and reorganized the ranks.

The destroyed passages and fortifications were vulnerable points, especially to magic, and it was imperative to block any exit to the inner city.

They were counting on me, their ally and last hope.

Without my intervention and Kate's courage, the elves would have exterminated every last dwarf, putting an end to their culture, their knowledge and their history.

They would have even been able to erase their existence from the history books.

From my point of view, elves were like chocolate eggs covered with an armor that was more like a foil wrapper that had to be removed or torn off before tasting.

In my hydra form, I was a kind of scourge, a kind of lawnmower against an army of weeds.

Against the advice of Kabal, who was a kind of supporting AI, from my point of view, I decided to go in and cover myself in gore.

I roared, and the next thing I knew, I was jumping into the front lines.

Why a Hydra? It was my ideal form of mass killing machine.

I was usually in dragon form, 99% of the time. I hated my human form and it was a one-time thing for me to take it.

Being a Hydra, I had more attacks, although not as powerful individually as being a dragon, but I had the pace and the means to withstand a very powerful army.

Moreover, if each of my heads has different elemental attributes, I can perform ranged and lightning attack

I then blew cold air on the rear troops to move the food on legs.

Elves shouted: "We can beat him! All together!

Troops gathered in front of and around me, but I avoided being surrounded, and with my heads, looking back was a breeze.

But the real power was in my regeneration. Let's say they managed to cut off one of my heads, which I doubt very much, it would grow back almost instantly and any wound would close in a second.

That's how the hydra was a scourge.

Moreover, I was having fun breaking their pride and joy. The leaders here were all nobles of the proudest and most fanatical kind.

I wanted to break their will.

For euc, it was a ride and a hunt for the dwarf, but they had not foreseen my resistance and the quick and brief destruction of their trump card, the Beholder. He was reduced to a fricassee.

Slowly but surely, the number of elves was decreasing but my cold cones prevented them from retreating.

In my head, Enka's words were still echoing. Not to get drunk on power and conquests.

And my goal was to create a breeding ground for my descendants.

Indeed, Karin was pregnant and the more souls were released, well soul crystals or "sparks", the more chance I had to have a great brood.

"GRAAAAHH" I said as I crushed a mass of elite warriors with my weight.

The commanders sounded the retreat horn but

2 giant drones dropped 2 tanks to the rear and finished the job.

Waspy collected his share of wounded survivors for an unenviable fate.

His hive was taking shape.

The dwarves, what was left of their army, finished the job under the supervision of Kabal, Star and Waspy.

That day was a major defeat for the elves and a terrible blow to Tyrant's plans.

They would certainly intervene....