Greece brings evildoers

At dusk, the curtain of darkness fell. The four fluorite lamps hanging on the rafters of the carriage in the dead wilderness were like floating ghost fires, emitting a faint cold light, illuminating the road ahead. The wheels rumbled past, like thunder in the sky, and the birds and beasts along the way were suddenly awakened. There was a rustling sound from the surrounding bushes.

Awooo!

Under the cold moonlight, giant wolves the size of calves smelled the scent of strangers and followed the carriage. They jumped up and down in the dense forests on both sides and behind. The violent magic power raised pieces of dust along the way. The trees blocking the road were smashed by a claw, and the white wood chips flew everywhere, and there were creaking cracking sounds everywhere.

Lorne, who was in charge of driving, glanced at the wolves that pounced from the hillsides on both sides, and casually pulled out the bronze long sword at his waist, poured divine power into it, and several inscriptions were activated on the sword body. The scarlet light ignited a ten-foot blood flame, sweeping across the four directions.

The magic wolves within a hundred meters were instantly turned into charcoal, and the beasts at a slightly farther distance were torn and crushed by the aftermath of the sword's slash, and turned into broken corpses and flying meat.

"Teacher, next time you do it, please restrain yourself."

Accompanied by a resentful grumble, Atalanta, who was covered in dust, jumped off the roof of the car, looking depressed.

She just found an opportunity to practice her hand feeling, but she didn't even draw the bow, and hundreds of magic wolves were all killed by her teacher with one sword.

"Sorry, sorry, I just changed my body and haven't fully mastered the strength yet."

Looking at the dirty little cat in front of him, Lorne laughed dryly and handed over the kettle and towel, and continued to play with the bronze long sword in his hand to get familiar with the feel.

However, after a few swings, the long sword broke with a "crack", and the half of the sword tip flew back into the carriage, sticking to Medea's scalp and piercing the wooden board behind her.

Looking at the few lavender hairs falling on the ground, Medea couldn't help swallowing her saliva, and looked at her senior brother with a pale face, looking weak, helpless and pitiful.

Lorne couldn't resist and quickly passed the buck.

"Isn't the quality of this sword too bad? Bad review! Must be bad!"

"That's because you injected too much divine power into it! Things bought with a few silver Heras are not magical weapons. No matter how good the quality is, it can't withstand your repeated tossing."

Atalanta sat aside with her arms folded, and unceremoniously exposed her teacher's plan to divert the trouble, and then asked the doubts in her heart.

"Don't you have a few artifacts with you? Why do you use these ordinary things?"

"Didn't I teach you? When you go out, in addition to being careful of monsters, you must also be careful of your own kind. If I bring those things and show off in the market, you may not be able to live in peace on this journey."

Lorn rolled his eyes and patiently taught Atalanta and Medea valuable travel experience.

As the saying goes, a man is innocent but guilty of possessing a treasure. All of his artifacts are top-notch good things. If they are shown directly, they will inevitably be remembered and attract waves of covetous people.

You know, let alone rare weapons such as divine weapons, even the regular bronze armor worn by ordinary generals, the Greeks did not let go when cleaning the battlefield.

Killing the enemy and stripping them of their armor is a way to show off military power and collect honors.

Of course, they did not let go of their own people either.

In the Trojan War, the great hero Achilles died in the battle. Odysseus and Ajax the Great, both members of the Greek coalition, argued over the armor made by the craftsman god Hephaestus on Achilles. Ajax the Great believed that he had risked his life to protect Achilles' body and carried his body back to the camp, so he was qualified to get the armor; Odysseus believed that he had also made contributions by intercepting the pursuers in the rear, and the contributions of the two were originally 50-50. In the end, Odysseus won the debate and got the armor because of his good eloquence and the favor of Athena. Ajax the Great, who suffered a loss, was very angry and planned to kill Odysseus in the middle of the night. Athena used a sleight of hand to cause Ajax the Great to kill a flock of sheep, and finally committed suicide out of shame.

This bloody case caused by an armor is enough to prove the tough social atmosphere and relatively low moral standards in the heroic age.

Although Lorne is not afraid of challenges, he is afraid of trouble.

In order to avoid more trouble on the road, it is better to keep a low profile.

Similarly, he taught Atalanta and Medea in the same way.

Although the two little girls lacked social experience, they were more obedient and tactfully put some of the things on their bodies that made people jealous into the magic circle.

Lorne nodded with satisfaction and continued to drive, while asking casually.

"By the way, where are we now?"

"Just passed the border of Arcadia, and there are still more than 30 kilometers to the Arcadia Mountains."

Atalanta, who was familiar with this land, answered casually.

More than 30 kilometers?

Lorne looked at the body of the magic wolf on the hillside behind him and frowned slightly.

Running more than 30 kilometers from the habitat and coming to the main road to hunt? This beast disaster seems to be a little bit wrong.

"Let's speed up and stop to rest after passing this mountain."

For Lorne's proposal, Atalanta and Medea have been accustomed to obeying, and naturally nodded in agreement.

The carriage sped all the way until the moon was in the middle of the sky, and then stopped. The three of them chose a nearby high-lying slope, set up early warning magic, and set up camp.

After the work was basically completed, Atalanta pulled up Medea and said.

"Teacher, I'll leave the rest to you. Let's go take a bath in the nearby river."

It must be said that cats love cleanliness, especially during the daytime travel. Atalanta was covered in dust by her teacher's map cannon. She needed to wash herself and remove the dirt.

"Go, go, remember to come back early to eat after washing."

Lorne waved his hand and turned vaguely in the direction of the old woman.

Atalanta, who had already entered the dense forest, did not forget to turn back and remind.

"Don't follow me and peek!"

"When have I ever done such a bad thing?"

"Teacher Circe said that when you were a child, you liked to peek at her bathing the most, and always wanted to bathe with her, so we must be careful of you."

"Slander! This is naked slander!"

Lorne accused with a dark face, wishing to catch the stupid bird teacher who slandered her behind her back and pluck out all her bird feathers.

What do you mean by peeking at her bathing? It was clearly that the woman saw that he was small, soft and cute, and had to take him to bathe together.

Besides, what's the point of watching bean sprouts with less than two taels of meat on the three of you?

The barren chests of Circe, Little Medea, and Atalanta flashed through Lorne's mind. While he was maliciously complaining, he shouted even more vicious punishments to the two figures that disappeared in the dense forest.

"You two have no dinner!"

Then, he returned to the front of the camp, skillfully lit a fire and set up a pot, preparing to make a hearty dinner for himself, so that the two girls would come back and eat them to death.

However, just after finishing the two dishes, a female scream came from the distant dense forest.

Not good!

Lorne's face changed, and he immediately activated the speed of [Goat], turning into a residual image and running fast in the forest.

"Lower your head!"

Soon, Lorne, who followed the sound to the river, shouted, pulled out a half-broken sword, wiped the sword spine with his right hand, carved a few Hermes characters into it, and then threw it forward fiercely.

The broken sword flew over the girl who instinctively crouched down with her head in her hands in the middle of the river, flew to the other side, and disintegrated in mid-air, forming pieces of metal fragments wrapped in blood-colored flames, shooting towards several ferocious beast shadows in the bushes ahead.

"Puff puff puff!"

For a moment, the dull sound of sharp blades entering flesh continued to be heard, and several monsters on the other side of the river splattered with blood and fell to the ground.

As the threat was lifted, the frightened girl plunged into Luo En's arms, trembling and whispering.

"Brother..."

"?"

Luo En was stunned when he heard the words, and his expression was slightly stiff.

The name was wrong, and the size seemed to be wrong?

Then, he subconsciously pulled the head out of his arms and looked down.

Under the moonlight, there was a pretty face that looked very pitiful. Her long golden hair was like wheat ears with fragrance. Her fair skin was so delicate that it could be blown away. Her figure that perfectly matched the golden ratio had a kind of natural charm. Her beautiful appearance made people feel the urge to protect her.

Finally, seeing the two big thunders dangling on the girl's chest, Luo En's heart was completely dead.

At the same time, after a beat, the blonde girl who realized something was wrong turned from confusion to surprise, from surprise to shock, and finally opened her mouth and screamed loudly.

"Ah!"

The sudden soprano poured into the ear canal, causing pain to the eardrum. Luo En numbly raised his hand to cover his ears.

When the high-pitched voice turned low, he was about to explain, but unexpectedly, two angry roars came from behind.

"Asshole!"

"Let go of my sister!"

Then, two sharp sword lights stabbed from behind, arriving in an instant, and directly attacked Luo En's head and heart.

Sensing the threat approaching, Loen immediately stomped his right foot on the ground, and with the force of the recoil, he jumped up and reached the other side.

"Don't even think about leaving!"

"Let her go!"

Seeing his sister being abducted, the two people behind immediately chased after her with swords.

Having successfully distanced themselves, Loen shouted.

"Stop! Look around first!"

The two people chasing them subconsciously looked down and suddenly found several corpses of demon wolves lying in the bushes at their feet.

Taking advantage of the moment when the two people on the opposite side were distracted, Loen quickly spoke to clarify.

"This is a misunderstanding, I'm here to save people."

"Yes, that's right, brother, he just saved me."

At this time, the girl in Loen's arms, who finally calmed down, couldn't help but raise her head and stammered to explain.

Realizing that it was a misunderstanding, the two people on the opposite side couldn't help but put away their swords awkwardly and took the initiative to introduce themselves.

"Castor..."

"Pollux..."

"Sorry, I misunderstood you, thank you for saving my sister's life."

Listening to the brothers' self-introduction, Lorne's expression froze.

Gemini?

Damn, you're here to attack me before you even start working. You Geminis are indeed the legendary traitors in the zodiac.

Wait, if these two are the Geminis in his memory, then the one in his arms is...

Thinking of this, Lorne turned his somewhat stiff neck and looked down at the blonde girl in his arms.

"Helen..."

The girl answered timidly, and couldn't help shrinking back into Lorne's arms.

At the same time, there was a rustling sound of rapid movement in the forest. Two figures rushed down from the upper reaches of the river and came all the way to the crime scene. They looked at the man and woman hugging each other tightly on the other side in surprise.

The atmosphere suddenly became weird.

Atalanta, who was all wet, pulled the thinly dressed Medea behind her and spoke softly.

"Teacher, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person."

"..."

The accused criminal looked at the solid evidence in his arms with a look of despair on his face.