Greece brings evildoers

A few days later, Mount Etna, outside the Sea of ​​Oceanus.

Because of the fertile volcanic ash, the foot and the mountainside are full of dense vegetation such as chestnut trees, oak trees, pine trees, birch trees, etc., forming a vibrant shade of green. However, as the altitude rises and the temperature drops, the dense forest gradually turns into sparse shrubs, and pieces of strange volcanic rocks are exposed on the surface, forming a unique landform.

In the open crater on the top of the mountain, sometimes thick smoke billows, sometimes flames soar into the sky, and there is also a fierce roar of heavy hammers hitting.

This is the newly built forging workshop of Hephaestus, the god of fire and craftsmen. He can use the endless earth veins of Mount Etna to forge weapons and supplies for the gods.

But due to the remote location and Hephaestus's strange temper, not many people know about this secret place, and coupled with the harsh high temperature environment, even fewer people have actually come here.

At this moment, a slender figure, led by two female metal attendants, walked into the fiery red cave.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Hephaestus, who was working hard at the forging table, threw down the forging hammer in his hand and looked back at the expected but unexpected visitor.

"You are here?"

"Yes."

Lorne nodded, gave the craftsman a warm smile, looked around, and asked in a deep voice.

"Where is Thetis?"

"Don't worry, as you said, I sent her to Athens, she is safe now."

Hephaestus answered casually, then dragged his lame foot and limped forward, carefully examining Lorne in front of him, and then suddenly raised his thick and hairy arm, patted the other's shoulder hard, and his tense cheeks burst into a hearty laugh.

"Not bad, he is a man!"

Hearing the other party's praise, Lorne endured the numbness of half of his body, squeezed out a slightly deformed smile from his face, and continued to ask.

"Are all the things ready? When do we set out?"

"No hurry, I heard that you brew good wine, sit down and have a few drinks with me."

Hephaestus waved his hand, then swept the debris piled on the table to the ground, and pulled Loen to sit down.

It was hard to refuse such a kind invitation, Loen had to sit down patiently, and took out the treasured fairy wine, and drank with this legendary craftsman god.

After three rounds of wine, Hephaestus, who was a little tipsy, stared at Loen, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he was.

To be honest, because of his frustrated marriage, he didn't like tall and handsome pretty boys.

But the boy in front of him not only stood up at the critical moment and rescued his adoptive mother Thetis, but also killed Peleus, the blind little beast, cleanly and neatly, eliminating the trouble forever.

Moreover, what Hephaestus didn't expect was that after making such a big mess, the boy didn't just leave. He just took some time to prepare, and then came to Mount Etna as promised, ready to be led by him to Olympus to apologize, willing to take the place of Thetis and bear the wrath of His Majesty the God King.

This responsibility, this courage, is much stronger than those sea gods who have no eggs.

No, there is no comparison at all!

"Bang!"

After drinking, Hephaestus slapped Loen on the shoulder again, laughing and announcing.

"Boy, I agree to your marriage!"

"Well..."

Loen nodded in a muffled voice, looking at the cracked stone pier under him, a little bit laughing and crying.

As expected of a blacksmith, he is strong and straightforward, and never hides his likes and dislikes. But if he continues to shoot like this, I don't know if he will be beaten to pieces by the other side before he reaches Olympus.

And fortunately, you only know that I slept with your adoptive mother. If you knew that I slept with your mother, wouldn't you tear me apart on the spot?

While secretly complaining, Loen asked about the follow-up of Peleus' proposal.

The straightforward Hephaestus naturally did not hide anything and told the story of what happened after Loen left.

Of course, Grandpa Bo could not stop the three hundred-armed giants from joining forces and was beaten up. The scene was miserable.

Not only did the sea king himself suffer from bruises and disgrace, but the Atlantis tribe that had just been gathered also suffered a lot of losses, and even the Poseidon Temple, which had just been built not long ago, became a pile of ruins.

After a public beating, the sea gods once again witnessed the horror of the three hundred-armed giants. After revisiting the nightmare of the past, they turned into ostriches, blocked their homes tightly, and alienated their relationship with Poseidon, just short of writing the words "it's none of my business" on their faces.

After suffering so much, the prestige and power he had just gathered disappeared. Of course, Poseidon himself was unwilling to give up. He asked his wife and son to carry him to Olympus to accuse Zeus of the atrocities of the three hundred-armed giants.

——He was not familiar with the criminal who killed Peleus, and he had a grudge against him. He did not intend to stop Thetis from marrying. That incident had nothing to do with him. As a result, he was sitting at home, and the disaster came from the sky. While he was having a good meal, he, the dignified sea king, was found by the three hundred-armed giants and beaten up. Is there still justice? Is there still justice?

So, the [fair and just] God King came forward to preside over justice. While comforting his wronged brother, he righteously reprimanded the three hundred-armed giants, ordering them to go back to the primitive ocean, reflect on their mistakes behind closed doors, and not go out without orders.

In addition, in order to ease the relationship between the two sides, Zeus personally acted as a matchmaker and let Briareus, the leader of the three hundred-armed giants, marry one of Poseidon's daughters and become the son-in-law of the sea god.

Obviously, this so-called punishment was just a high pick and a light put, and the result of the marriage was even somewhat insulting.

But the situation was stronger than the person, and even if Poseidon was dissatisfied, he could only accept it with a pinch of his nose.

As for the culprit who caused this "misunderstanding", Zeus said that he would definitely punish him severely!

After listening to this, Loen rolled his eyes.

That old Deng obviously wanted to take the opportunity to hit Poseidon and put the blame on him. It turned out that he was still the kind of person who was both responsible and upright.

Letting a grandson who had a grudge against the old sea god Nereus's family go to ask for marriage with Nereus' daughter Thetis, and sending three hundred-armed giants to escort him on the way, such an obvious trick, really think that others can't see it?

Of course, it is more likely that even if Zeus knew, he would not care about the opinions of Poseidon and the sea gods. He just wanted to take the opportunity to disperse the spirit and power that Poseidon had just gathered.

Old Bo, you are down and out. People don't regard you as an opponent at all.

Loen shook his head secretly, expressing his sigh for the increasingly miserable eunuch Bo, while his eyes flickered faintly and a hint of playfulness appeared on his face.

However, Zeus was also careless. He obviously underestimated the extent of the rebellion. He only thought that Poseidon, who had a criminal record, was the mastermind and was doing some uneasy little tricks.

Little did he know that this time it was not only Poseidon, but Apollo, Hera, and Athena were all involved and ready to go.

The rebellion of one-third of the powerful gods of Olympus was enough for His Majesty the God King to drink a pot.

But next, he had to add more fuel to the fire to make the turmoil more violent.

"Okay, after drinking your wine, according to the rules, I should also give you something to follow me."

Just as Loen was thinking, the drunken Hephaestus stood up from the table, dragged him to the crater used for forging, pointed at the red and black magma flowing below, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Jump down!"

"?"

The sudden and outrageous request made Loen obviously stunned.

However, before he could react, the impatient Hephaestus grabbed him and threw him into the rolling magma.

Oh my!

Loen was caught off guard and could only subconsciously summon the divine incarnations of [Flame] and [White Horse] to fight against the high temperature emitted by the magma in the earth's core.

"Bear it up!"

At this time, a solemn low shout came from the crater, and Hephaestus tore off the coarse cloth shirt on his chest, and pulled up the wind god leather bag used for blowing next to the forging furnace with his bare chest.

In an instant, the wind helped the fire, and the fire took advantage of the wind. The originally calm magma river was boiling and rolling, and the temperature continued to rise.

Even with the dual protection of [Flame] and [White Horse], the surrounding flames seemed to penetrate into Loen's limbs and bones, igniting the divine blood in his body.

For a moment, the golden-red divine flames continued to spurt out from his pores and acupoints. Loen seemed to have turned into a person who was burning violently, with blood surging, burning inside, and a tide of stinging pain rolling over him.

What is Hephaestus doing? Do you want to refine me?

Just as Loen's consciousness was burned into a trance, a crisp bird song came from under the boiling magma.

Then, a giant bird with golden feathers and bright red feathers, shaped like a giant eagle and with a clear and pleasant voice, spread its wings and flew out from under the magma. After circling around the crater for several times, it crashed into Loen's chest.

At the moment of contact, the surging heat flowed into Loen's body, bringing an indescribable rhythm of life.

Almost at the same time, Loen recognized the identity of this divine bird.

The phoenix, a divine monster with the characteristics of "immortality" and "rebirth", is said to have picked fragrant wood to burn itself when it senses that its life is coming to an end. Three days later, it will rise again from the ashes and resurrect like Christ.

The record of this strange creature originated from the Assyrians, but there are similar myths all over the world, such as the Phoenix in Europe, the Firebird in Russia, the Sunbird in Egypt, the Yeer in America, and the Ankh in Arabia. All these birds have the characteristics of resurrection from the dead (their lifespans vary from 500, 540, 1000, 1461, 1700, and 12994 years respectively), and they are closely related to the sun and fire.

Greece also has similar records. The first person to mention the phoenix was Hesiod, a Greek poet and author of Theogony in the eighth century BC, and the first person to describe the phoenix in detail was the Greek historian Herodotus.

Obviously, this magical creature did exist in the Greek Age of Gods, and lived in Mount Etna, and was related to the craftsman god Hephaestus.

Immortality? Rebirth?

Lorne's heart moved, and he vaguely understood Hephaestus's intention. He immediately threw away his distracting thoughts, closed his eyes, gathered his divine power, and began to guide the power from the phoenix into the golden wheel behind him.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the God of Craftsman at the crater nodded with satisfaction, drinking the secret wine in his hand while pulling the wind bag more vigorously.

The roar of boiling magma mixed with the crisp chirping of birds continued to echo in the fiery red cave.