The Clamoring Hydra

Peloponnese, a piece of land that was named Sparta not long ago.

My name is Ritz... this may not be my name. When Lord Hydera asked me what my name was, I subconsciously said these two words... What exactly do these two words mean? I don’t know, but I know that since then, my name has been fixed. It is also from which period that I became the leader of my ethnic group...

Looking at the rudiment of the city in front of him as the rising sun rose, Ruiz's face rose with pride. When other humans still live in caves, with their own efforts, their own people have been able to live in houses built by themselves. Although this house is very simple, but as Lord Hydera said, this is the formation of culture.

But soon, this pride and satisfaction was converged by Ritz. There was no reason for him. At the end of his line of sight, he saw a lot of beasts looking into his head and flinching... Not long after Lord Hedra left here, Lord Radon also left here. According to Lord Gerberus, the golden apples that sent the adults to be sent to guard the gods went... Our asylum was missing one more. And as predicted by Lord Hydera, the weather is getting colder and colder. Some days ago even white crystals of snow and ice floated down in the sky. If you remember correctly, Lord Hydera once said. There is the so-called snowflake.

Snowflakes are a symbol of winter. And winter symbolizes death. With a shortage of food, those beasts hidden in the mountains and forests started to move. The irrational beasts regarded my nobles as food...

His eyes gradually became dignified, and Ritz was wearing clothes that were simply sewn from animal skin. As the head of a family, he needs to be different, he needs to be more cruel and more determined. Whether it is to your own people or to those evil neighbors who want to hurt themselves.

trigger the alarm. The clear voice quickly spread throughout the tribe. After hearing the bells, the otherwise trivial tribe fell into a brief pause. After that, the entire tribe went up like a machine.

The tribes climbed out of the camp in thin clothes, and they held a variety of simple weapons in their hands. Roughly all spears or bone knives made of animal bones. Because of the herd, Sparta has now suspended most of its crop production and completely stopped the brewing of wine. In the brief process of commanding the clan, Ritz understood the truth. That is, only winners are eligible to enjoy leisure time. And, everything is unequal from the moment it was born. Sheep eat grass, and wolves eat sheep.

At the same time, the wolf also eats people. But unlike sheep, people will resist. In this unequal world, only death is truly equal to all things.

One was carrying a bone spear, and Reitz's other hand was wrapped with etheric energy... This was a gift left to him by Lord Radon before he left. Relying on this gift, Ritz can simply absorb the powerful ether particles in the air to strengthen itself and defend against attacks. At the beginning, Ritz had thought about handing over the method of controlling the ether to his own people, and he also asked out... and Lord Radon did not refuse. But it's a pity that other than Ritz, the other tribes are extremely difficult to practice. Until now, only three people have mastered this power. And the power released by the other two cannot even destroy the small tree with thick fingers...

Thinking, a little thought rose in Rez's eyes.

In Ritz's heart, he always had a deep, hidden question for a long time.

This question was born when he first raised the flame... Flame as the power of the gods was born in his own hands. So, are the gods as pure as they think they are? The great father Prometheus created himself and his clan, but after that, there was no more care. Instead, the heir of the evil **** (Tifeng) in the memory of Lord Hedra is caring for himself...

Except for creating himself, almost all other gods are talking about themselves and their clan as servants. And the difficulties encountered by themselves and their tribes, they are too lazy to even ask... Or, if the gods do not need humans to brew wine, will they really allow us to use flames?

Did they really look at us and treat us as their children? !

If not... do we really need to worship and worship such gods? !

Thinking, there was a gloom in Ritz's eyes.

Winter has arrived, and it is as he said to Lord Hydera. So how long will the gods exist? The replacement of theocracy is bound to be accompanied by the demise of countless races. And will there be human beings in this extinct race? If anything... What kind of **** are they? !

Or...they are just false gods! Compared to those unknown, arrogant gods who regard human beings as playthings... For themselves, the true **** may have always been that adult!

A terrifying thought rose in Reitz's heart, which was known to outsiders enough to plunge him into a land of nowhere.

If the current **** names are born of the exile of the previous generation of gods. Then, as the adult said, a brand new group of inquiring gods will inevitably be born in the future. Winter has arrived, does it indicate that the wave of changing times will soon come again? ! ...But what can it do? I'm just a person...

Thinking, a little loss rose in Ritz's heart. But soon, this loss has disappeared. Looking at the etheric energy in his hands. Something indistinct and unclear rises in Rez's eyes-human beings can live better and will surely get better!

Looking at the surging beasts outside the camp, Ritz shook his head and threw these thoughts out.

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I don’t know if it’s because of etheric energy, my hair seems to be less and less...Is it an illusion?

Ritz hesitantly touched the increasingly scarce head.