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Chapter 322 This girl is a man! (6.2k daily, please vote)

"A-choo!"

On a lush island that looked like paradise, Artemis, who was sitting by the lake, felt a chill for no reason and sneezed heavily.

Who is talking about me behind my back again?

The Huntress muttered, brushed away the magic circle with the sun emblem on the ground, and turned to look at the tall girl with red hair and a golden crown behind her.

The girl's long red hair was tied into a beautiful bun behind her head, her skin was full of vitality, and she was wearing a unique style of clothes made of soft fabric and leather. Her whole body was emitting a kind of vitality, her height was nearly two meters, and her every move exuded an indescribable sense of sharpness.

Artemis gently twisted the silver hair on her shoulders and asked with a faint smile.

"Hippolyta, you have heard the news from Apollo just now. What do you think?"

"Goddess, the Amazons are willing to be your spears and swords, obey your orders, and fight for your honor!"

The girl raised her hand and hammered her chest, answering solemnly.

Artemis heard this and nodded with satisfaction.

Amazon, also translated as Amazon, is a country of women.

But they are not women who rely on men's gentle charm in the conventional sense, but strong and martial female warriors. Conquering them is a dangerous dream that every Greek hero has had.

According to the actual geographical location, Amazon is located on the banks of the Thermedon River in Asia Minor. In its territory, there are both broad plains and dense jungles, both snow-covered crystal mountains, and long flat coasts.

The complex terrain and environment have cultivated the Amazons' nature of conquering nature and being fierce and brave.

Here, the usual status of men and women is reversed, and the nine sisters headed by Queen Hippolyta rule the entire Amazon tribe.

As the offspring of Ares, the god of war, and the moon goddess, they were born with extraordinary talents and abilities, so women represented by them had absolute dominance in the Amazon tribe.

Usually, women make a living by plundering. They learn to fight and kill from childhood, and become warriors when they grow up, conquering all directions.

In order to breed offspring and breed better bloodlines, they plunder or buy and sell men, bring them to the Amazon tribe to breed, and throw them out after they are done.

If the offspring is a boy, they will be killed or become slaves. If it is a girl, she will stay and be raised to be a warrior like them.

In view of the powerful fighting power of this tribe, both the moon god and the god of war want to spread their faith here.

After several rounds of confrontation, Artemis has gradually gained the upper hand.

Hippolyta, the latest queen of Amazon, the red-haired girl in front of the lake, has sworn allegiance to Artemis, the goddess of hunting.

She is the most beloved daughter of the god of war among the nine sisters, the bravest, most resolute, and the wisest of the female warriors. She was given a new [God of War Belt] by Ares as a symbol of power and glory.

In the legend of the Amazons, she can draw Apollo's bow, shoot through the armor forged by the god of fire, control Poseidon's dragon, and cross Zeus's lightning array! When she came in a blood-red robe and a bronze chariot, everyone seemed to see the god of war coming to the world in the body of a woman.

Hippolyta's position has basically announced that the Amazons' faith has been settled.

Artemis was very pleased with Hippolyta's straightforward statement, and waved her hand lightly and spoke in a deep voice.

"In that case, please go to Thessaly on my behalf."

"Yes, goddess!"

Hippolyta nodded solemnly, and under the gaze of Artemis, she turned and walked out of the dense forest, ringing the bell of the Amazon Moon Temple.

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A few days later, at the gate of Arcadia.

Medea held her magic wand and paced by the roadside waiting until the sun was high in the sky, and then she saw a familiar figure rushing over.

"Brother, didn't we agree to meet in the morning? Why are you so late?"

"Well, maybe I have too much official business recently, and I've been overworked. I accidentally overslept."

Lorne answered with a dry cough, his eyes a little erratic.

Can handling official business leave scratches and bite marks on the neck?

Medea's eyes swept over a series of evidences left on someone's body, blinked, and smiled playfully.

"If we are not done yet, why don't we stay in Arcadia for a few more days?"

"Let's go! Let's go now!"

Upon hearing this, Loen summoned the bronze chariot without hesitation, dragged Medea onto the chariot, and waved the whip without saying anything, ordering the horses to set off at the fastest speed.

The impatient look was like escaping from a demon cave.

It was not until the chariot drove several kilometers away that Loen dared to look back slightly, looking at the vague outline of the Arcadia Royal City with lingering fear.

In just a few days, he had thoroughly learned how terrible cats in estrus were.

Not to mention the perpetual motion machine, he also preferred some thrilling and exciting ways of playing.

For example, while pressing his teacher down in front of the Moon Temple, he asked the goddess he believed in for offspring...

Loen was not afraid of simple pleasure, but playing like this under the nose of Artemis was indeed a bit too exciting.

He was really afraid that his moon-type girlfriend would take a sudden glance at him one day and discover his affair with Atalanta, then in a rage, turn on the Shura mode and rush over from Paradise Island to hunt him down.

For the sake of his blood pressure and heart, Lorne decided to run first.

Therefore, along the way, he rushed to Thessaly in a hurry, eager to devote himself to the great cause of protecting mankind.

So in just a few days, the two of them arrived at the border of Thessaly.

The galloping chariots continued on their way through the rugged roads of the mountains of Thessaly. However, when passing through a dense forest, the crisp sound of gold and iron was faintly heard from the forest. Lorne suddenly tightened the reins and looked at the source of the sound.

"It seems like a centaur?"

Medea pointed to the dozens of unique horse hoof prints on the side of the road and spoke as a reminder.

Lorne nodded, put the bronze chariot back into the coat of arms, and took Medea into the dense forest: "Let's go and have a look!"

At this time, inside the dense forest.

A tall female warrior with a wheat complexion, holding a gun and shield, and wearing silver armor was fighting fiercely with a group of centaurs alone.

"Bah! You four-hoofed beasts actually dare to run wild on my territory, and you dare to steal a bride in front of me. Do you really think there is no one in Thessaly?"

The female warrior cursed, flew up a spear and knocked down a charging centaur, stepped on the centaur's head, and spat at the defeated general in front of her.

At this time, there were more than a dozen centaurs lying around her.

And her rude and irritable behavior, coupled with her self-proclaimed "I", make this outstandingly beautiful female warrior seem quite inconsistent in terms of gender.

The centaur leader, wearing a bronze mask and holding a giant axe, looked at the exposed skin of the female warrior in front of him with wide eyes and mocked angrily.

"Battlefield...women...go away...you are only worthy of lying on the bed and sticking your butts out!"

"Hahahaha. What you said is really interesting. Try saying it again. I will chop off your head before you open your mouth."

When the female warrior heard this, she became furious and crushed the centaur's head on the ground with her foot. A ferocious look on her face that was inconsistent with her beautiful appearance appeared on her face. She raised her gun and shield and charged towards the centaur leader with great force.

"Dare you look down on me? It's your uncle's fault!"

When the centaur leader saw this, he immediately pulled out a bronze throwing spear behind him and shot at the female warrior who rushed over.

The female warrior waved her round shield and easily blocked the spear, sneering disdainfully.

"You still want to sleep with me? Haven't you eaten? You are an animal with four hooves!"

Immediately, she threw out the spear in her hand, pierced the body of the centaur leader with violent force, and nailed him to a tree.

"It looks like mine is still hard and big."

The female warrior who succeeded in one attack turned on the taunting mode again, spitting out cold and obscene words from her mouth, and then stepped forward, trying to reach out and pull out the spear that had penetrated the centaur and the tree trunk.

However, as soon as he raised his hand to hold the gun barrel, a strange flow of red and black mud poured out from the centaur leader's wound and wrapped around the female warrior's arm like a snake.

What the hell? !

The female warrior was startled and was about to give up and retreat, but unexpectedly a strong feeling of heaviness came from her feet.

She looked down and suddenly realized that her legs had been mired in a pool of red and black mud at some point. An indescribable cold aura spread to her body along her arms and legs, making her body feel weak and dizzy. .

"She can't move!"

"Get rid of it! Get rid of it!"

The surrounding centaurs noticed something strange and couldn't help shouting excitedly.

"Come on, let's see if I don't tear you four-hoofed animals alive!"

The female warrior gritted her teeth and roared, her face full of murderous intent.

The centaurs who had seen this woman's fierce side were intimidated by this momentum and did not dare to step forward.

Just as the field was reaching a deadlock, a smarter centaur suddenly had an idea and shouted loudly.

"Cut down the tree! Cut down the tree!"

Upon hearing this, the centaurs' eyes lit up, and they waved their weapons, pushing the fallen trees around them towards the female warrior who was unable to move on the field.

Facing the continuously falling giant trees, the female warrior who was unable to move was immediately knocked to the ground, and her whole body almost sank into the red-black mud flow at her feet.

She barely raised her body and cursed angrily.

"Damn bastard! It's useless to use dirty tricks. If you have the ability, let me out!"

However, the centaurs were obviously not martial creatures. Seeing that the attack was effective, they continued to push the felled trees towards the female warriors on the field.

Facing the trees that kept pressing on her body, the female warrior gradually lost her strength. Half of her face was sunk into the red-black mud flow that appeared inexplicably on the ground, and her breathing became increasingly difficult.

Seeing that she seemed to be crushed to death by these trees, the humiliated female warrior endured the dizziness of the red and black mud and let out an unwilling roar.

"One-on-one! Damn one-on-one!"

In response, the centaurs responded with a giant tree with three people hugging each other.

With the trembling sound of the tree trunk breaking, the ancient tree that was pushed down by the combined force hit the female warrior on the ground hard.

"Bang!"

At the critical moment, a figure as fast as thunder came through the air and punched the falling giant tree. The entire tree was instantly torn apart under the devastation of the huge force, turning into fragments flying in the sky and shooting in all directions.

The centaurs who were caught off guard were pricked with blood by the whistling wooden thorns. They couldn't help but cover their cheeks and screamed repeatedly.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

With an angry roar, the centaurs brandished guns, shields and giant axes, rushing towards the intruders who were causing trouble on the field, preparing to cut them into pieces.

However, before they could rush to the man, dozens of purple-red magic streams shot out from the dense forest, instantly blasting through the heads of more than a dozen Centaurs.

This single blow instantly sobered up the furious Centaurs.

They were filled with fear and hurriedly retreated, wanting to escape from this bloody battlefield.

But as soon as they turned around, they saw dozens of silver-gray skeletons holding swords and shields, walking out in groups from the other side of the dense forest, completely blocking their way back.

Facing a pincer attack from both sides, the Centaurs turned their not-so-smart brains and rushed towards the nearest uninvited guest with gritted teeth.

Take him hostage first!

Seeing the choice of the Centaurs, Medea, who was not far away, raised her little hand and covered her eyes with pity.

After a familiar sound of flesh tearing, Loen shook off the meat paste left on his hand, lowered his head to lift the last piece of wood, pulled out the female warrior buried underneath, and asked in a deep voice.

"Hey, is it still possible?"

"I can't die..."

The female warrior, half of her body leaning on Lorne's shoulder, opened her mouth and answered weakly.

Lorne nodded and continued to ask.

"What's your name? Where do you live?"

"Kainnis...sex...Thessaly..."

The female warrior tried to spit out the last answer, and then she could no longer suppress the dizziness in her brain, and her eyes went black, and she fell directly into Lorne's arms.

Is it her?

Lorne glanced at the wheat-skinned, exotic and sturdy beauty in his arms, then looked at a gradually fading red and black mud on the ground, turned his head and looked at the fallen grass somewhere in the dense forest, frowning slightly.

The land of Thessaly seemed to be a little bit wrong.