Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 328 Bacchus, the man who can be my father (two updates total 6.2k)

"Father God Zeus, Heracles, my friend, I haven't seen you for so long and you are still so brave!"

In the warm atmosphere, Telamon laughed, walked out of the crowd, and hugged the strong man affectionately.

King Admetus also came with a smile on his face, and while beating Hercules' rock-hard chest, he personally picked up the wine jar and poured wine for him.

Both of them were old friends of the Hercules. They had formed a deep friendship because they had fought against the evil beasts that caused trouble together.

After hearing that Thessaly was being harassed by the djinn clan, Hercules traveled day and night and rushed to help.

When the three of them met, it was natural to exchange pleasantries.

"Heracles, my child is about to be born. If you can come just in time, how about giving him a name?"

After hearing the request from his friend Telamon, Hercules glanced at the sky outside the palace. An eagle circling by made his eyes light up, and he suddenly had an idea.

"Hey, Telamon, may your child be as strong as this eagle. How about his name be Ajax?"

Telamon heard such wonderful meanings and blessings and happily accepted them, and immediately gave his best friend a hug to express his gratitude.

Lorne in the crowd listened to the conversation of the three, his eyes moved slightly.

Ajax the Great, son of Telamon, was a hero in the Trojan War. He was famous for putting seven layers of oxhide shields on top of a bronze shield to defend against the spears of the Trojan hero Hector, who was said to be unstoppable. .

Destiny is still going round and round.

I don’t know if I can rewrite the so-called [Destiny] in the end.

Lorne looked at Hercules, who was the center of attention on the field, and wanted to take advantage of the time when several people were finishing their conversation to get acquainted with this son of destiny, so as to facilitate future planning.

Unexpectedly, when Hercules saw him in the distance, he smiled and walked over on his own initiative: "Are you from Athens?"

Lorne nodded, smiled and asked, "Is something wrong?"

"It's nothing serious." Hercules waved his hand slightly and spoke frankly, "I just want to ask how the Lord Dionysus is doing lately? Is he still in Ares Mountain?"

Lorne's eyelids twitched, and he felt wary, pretending to be curious and asked.

"He has been at Ares Mountain all this time. Why are you asking these questions?"

While waiting for an answer, Lorne narrowed his eyes and carefully observed the changes in expression on Hercules' face.

In fact, after the gods fell asleep, he originally planned to take Hercules, the son of destiny, into his pocket. Even if it didn't work out, he would interfere more and train him in advance so that he could become a weapon against destiny.

However, after only secretly contacting his mother Alcmene once and giving him the meaningful name Hercules, he felt a strong sense of voyeurism and some kind of unspeakable restraint.

Obviously, his excessive interference attracted the gaze of the three goddesses of fate.

To be on the safe side, Lorne had to end this dangerous temptation and gave up the tempting plan to cultivate Hercules.

And since then, he seemed to have lost his sense of Hercules, as if something blocked his attention to the destined son.

Calculating carefully, this was the third official meeting between him and Hercules in decades.

As soon as they met, this boy suddenly asked about the current situation of Dionysus, which made Lorne a little wary, worried that there was instruction from the three goddesses of fate behind this.

At this time, Hercules, who was unaware that the danger alarm had been sounded across the street, scratched his head and smiled heartily.

"My mother said that it was he and Queen Hera who picked me up from the wilderness and brought me back to the city, saving me from death. I used to be young and busy with my practice, so I didn't have the ability to go out alone. Now that I have grown up, So I want to take some time to go to the Ares Mountain to formally express my gratitude to that kind lord."

Was it because of this?

When Lorne heard this, he felt a little relieved, and a warm smile appeared on his face.

"Okay, your thanks will be conveyed to Lord Dionysus when I return to Athens, and by the way, I can help and ask him if he has time to see you."

Hercules heard the implication and looked at Lorne in front of him in surprise.

"You have a close relationship with Lord Dionysus?"

"Well, I am a believer in Dionysus and the apostle of that Lord."

Lorne smiled and threw out his spare vest and continued to fool around.

Before he was sure of all the intentions of Heracles and whether there was any danger, he was not ready to meet his little brother as a big one for the time being, let alone let him climb the Ares Mountain directly.

After all, there are so many secrets buried there.

Whether it is the sacred realm and the eighty-eight star palaces that have access to the divine power in the sky, or the master Hecate who is imprisoned in the dungeon, these are absolutely shady things.

Who knows if the eyes of the three goddesses of fate have been lingering on Hercules. To be on the safe side, it is better to inspect this little brother a few more times.

At this time, Hercules' eyes lit up when he heard that the person in front of him seemed to be in direct contact with Lorne, the god of wine. After seeing no one around, he pulled the person in front of him behind the pillar, lowered his voice and spoke.

"Actually, I have been troubled by something recently and wanted to ask him face to face..."

"What? Tell me, maybe I can help."

Lorne asked with a smile, and the affinity derived from [Rose] was quietly released.

Hercules looked at the inexplicably friendly Dionysian apostle in front of him and couldn't help but express the questions in his heart.

"I want to know... is he my father?"

"puff!"

Upon hearing this, Lorne spit out the sip of wine he had just taken, his face full of astonishment.

"Bacchus Lorne is your father?"

I regard you as a brother, and you want to be my son?

Are you inferior? Great-grandson? (The protagonist and Hercules’ maternal great-grandfather, Perseus Perseus, are brothers, so it’s not wrong to call them that.)

Do you also want to have a traditional Greek father's farewell and son's laughter?

Lorne was secretly wary and unconsciously distanced himself from Hercules.

At this time, the strong man touched the back of his head and smiled helplessly.

"I'm not sure either. This is what a strange old man I met on the road told me."

As he spoke, he told the Dionysian apostle in front of him about his encounter with the old woman last night, as well as the advice from the old woman, and took out the snake with his name engraved on it. He handed the Banshee badge to the other side.

For some reason, the person in front of him made him feel very close and familiar, as if he had known him for a long time.

"So that's what happened..."

Lorne rubbed the bronze badge in his hand, his eyes thoughtful.

Hercules was slightly startled when he saw this.

"So, the god of wine is my father?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

The person wearing a vest shook his head repeatedly and sternly rejected such a nice man's act of acknowledging his family.

Hercules frowned: "So, that old man is lying to me?"

"No, she was talking about a symbolic metaphor, not a blood relationship."

Lorne shook his head and explained in a deep voice.

"What the old man means is that if you regard Hera, the queen of heaven, as the mother who gave you new life, and take glory in her grace; then she thinks that the wine god Lorne, who saved you with her, is the father who gave you new life. . And, the god of wine may give you necessary help at critical moments and become your spiritual mentor.”

After listening to the well-founded analysis of the man in front of him, Hercules suddenly realized.

But soon, new doubts came to his mind.

"Strange, why did she say this to me?"

"The answer lies in the previous words. You might as well take a guess."

"Could it be..."

Hercules thought for a moment, then suddenly raised his head in surprise.

"Lord Queen of Heaven?"

Seeing that the other party had figured out the answer, Lorne smiled and left, leaving Hercules some time to think and digest.

After all, they are not familiar with each other yet, and he has already brought in a lot of private information in the conversation just now.

If you show too much intimacy, it can easily end up being self-defeating, and even attract the attention of the three goddesses of fate.

If you want to have a perfect ending in the game you have developed, the most important thing you need is patience.

And the moment Lorne turned his back, the smile on his face quickly disappeared, and he secretly grinded his teeth with a dark face.

I will be the father, you will be the mother, and you will give me a son by the way?

You didn't have enough trouble at Ares Mountain last time, right? If you want me to be your father so much, let me give it a try next time!

After secretly cursing a few words, Lorne calmed down a little and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Triton and the two Mechas from Poseidon's faction came; Hercules from Zeus's faction came; the twin brothers from Apollo's faction came;

The faction of Athena and Dionysian Lorne that he represented also came: even Hera seemed to be interested in participating...

The situation in Thessaly is becoming more and more complicated, and we don’t know what the old gods will do next, or whether this war will evolve into the destined [War of the Giants].

While Lorne was thinking, he caught a glimpse of the eagle hovering in the sky outside the city, which seemed to have not fallen for a long time.

In fact, more and more birds soared into the sky from the forest and screamed in panic.

No, something is coming!

Lorne was instantly alert. Before he could say a word of warning, waves of dull ground roar spread from outside the city to the palace hall. Wherever it went, walls collapsed and houses collapsed, leaving a mess. Dozens of towering figures climbed out of the cracks in the earth and walked toward the city with a grin.