Greece brings evildoers

Three days later.

Lorne, who had almost lost weight, rushed to the Thessaly Palace with two thick dark circles under his eyes.

At this time, many divine blood heroes have gathered in the hall.

In addition to familiar faces such as Telamon, Katniss, the Spartan Twins, Princess Helen, and Medea, there are also a large number of divine-blooded heroes who came from other city-states to join forces.

Since there are basically only two ways for the Old Gods Alliance to attack, they are the Sea of ​​Okeanos and the city of Thessaly.

Therefore, the Thessaly defense line is naturally the top priority of defense. If they want to jointly cope with the difficulties, all parties need to mobilize some divine blood heroes and troops to try their best to block the old god's army from the defense line.

"Hey, is this busy person here?"

Seeing Lorne arrive, Katniss, the busty brother, stepped forward, put her arms around Lorne's neck, pulled him to the corner, and stretched out her hand unceremoniously.

"Do you have any wine? Give me a sip first!"

As he said this, the old acquaintance moved his hands up and down towards Lorne until he found out what was hidden in Lorne's waist, and then he sat down and drank from the wine flask.

Seeing Katniss's demeanor, Lorne didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Although the [cognitive distortion] woven with the divinity of memory has been lifted, his identity as the god of wine is no longer a secret to those acquaintances, but people like Katniss do not regard him as an outsider, nor do they regard him as an outsider. He is the only one who thinks he is a god and wants to drink from him all day long.

This big nerve is worthy of Ares.

Just as Lorne was secretly complaining, Medea, Atalanta, Helen, and Hippolyta also gathered around him. The first two had long known about his disguised identity, and the reactions of the latter two Not to mention how surprised he was.

After all, one of them wore the Virgo Holy Cloth and was forced to calm down, while the other probably had a relationship with Artemis a long time ago and was of the bloodline of Ares, a famously rough-and-tumble man.

When old friends get together again, it's natural to exchange pleasantries.

Just as they were talking, Lorne noticed that there seemed to be one missing person among the familiar faces that came over to open the door.

"Where's Hercules?"

"Hey, there."

Katniss threw the empty wine bottle back into Lorne's hand, raised her hand and pointed to a crowded corner, with a gloating smile on her face.

"He seems quite popular."

At this time, a young man with blond hair and blue eyes, his body covered with luxurious decorations, and his temperament was like a combination of a nouveau riche and a gangster, was taking a crab step, following Hercules step by step, trying to get close to him diligently.

"Hey, man, I've wanted to see you for a long time, even in my dreams. Come on, let's have a drink. We must have a drink!"

Hercules lost his temper after being pestered, so he could only take the wine glass and touch the yellow hair in front of him symbolically.

But immediately, he regretted this decision.

Because this guy is a snake and is very good at climbing up the pole.

"Tsk, tsk, look at these divine marks, they are big and thick! Look at the muscles on these arms, they are almost bigger than my head. How did you train like this?"

With a bright smile on his face, Huang Mao patted Hercules on the shoulder. At the same time, he slid his right hand down and marveled at the divine patterns on it, like a crazy man who saw a beautiful woman.

"Kill the monsters and titans..."

Hercules looked at the claws pressing on his chest and the yellow fur in front of him that could be crushed with one hand, and spoke quietly.

"Of course, I have killed many masters among humans."

Jason noticed the chilling atmosphere, his face was stiff, like a rooster being strangled by the neck and about to be bled, he quickly retracted his restless paws, poured wine for Heracles, and changed the subject.

"Drink, let's keep drinking. I can meet you in Thessaly and have a drink with you. This trip is so worth it for me. Even if I die here and wait until Hades, I can still brag that I am and Your drunken brother.”

Hercules looked at Huang Mao who was inexplicably serious and eager, shook his head, and raised the wine bowl helplessly.

Although I don’t know where this enthusiasm comes from, after all, he is a hero who came to garrison in Thessaly, so he still has to entertain Admetus.

The yellow-haired eyes flashed with strange brilliance, and he immediately happily collided the wine glass with Hercules' sea bowl, then raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp, like an addict, with a flush of excitement on his face.

After just a few drinks, he unknowingly came over again, looking around Hercules with blazing eyes and asking endless questions.

"Brother, this bow was a gift from Artemis in exchange for the sacrifice after you captured the Erymanthus wild boar, right?

My God, capture the dog of Hades, complete the trial, and His Majesty the God King will give you the belt!

What you are wearing is the Holy Cloth of Leo! A sacred object from Ares Mountain?

Antai's wristband? Is that the Titan you strangled to death?

Brother, please tell me how you brought that big guy up to the sky, I can't wait to hear it! This time when I go back to my hometown, I’m really excited! "

Huang Mao knew these things very well, and quickly urged Hercules next to him with an extremely exaggerated tone and rich facial expressions.

Faced with such a thug, Heracles' mouth twitched slightly, and his tense facial expression almost broke his guard. He suddenly lost the mood to intimidate this frivolous guy who came up to him.

At this time, Huang Mao was like a snake crawling along the rod, and he came closer naturally, while his two dishonest hands quietly touched the quiver of Hercules.

"And the arrows in this pot of yours were given to you by God King Zeus and were used to kill the strange birds in Lake Stymphalis, right? Let me touch them more!"

"Activate the divine pattern above and release those things. I can't save you..."

Hercules, who had been holding it for a long time, couldn't help but frown and remind him.

The yellow-haired man, who was holding the arrow close to his eyes to watch and touch it, and even sniffed it with his nose, suddenly changed his face, hurriedly stuffed the thing back into the quiver, and squeezed out a grateful smile.

"Brother, you saved my life! Come, drink another one!"

Then, the yellow-haired man diligently picked up the jar and filled the wine bowl for Hercules in a very servile way.

Looking at the several empty wine jars on the ground, Hercules was very suspicious of the yellow-haired man's motives.

This guy, isn't he looking for him to drink in various ways?

Hercules picked up the wine bowl, glanced at the thin yellow-haired man, and kindly advised.

"Thessaly is the front line against the old gods, it's very dangerous."

"Don't you have you? I'll just make up the numbers."

The yellow-haired man admitted without hesitation that he was a weakling, and then changed the subject with a bright smile.

"Such a magnificent epic, with a leading actor, it would be a waste if there were no audience to witness it."

Then, the yellow-haired man raised his wine glass, waved to the heroes around him who were gradually getting familiar with him, and joked.

"Come on, toast to the bravest man in Greece!"

Everyone happily raised their glasses, saluted Hercules, and laughed and scolded the yellow-haired man.

"Jason, you care so much about Hercules, just turn into a woman and marry him!"

"Can't men do it? You are discriminating!"

The yellow-haired man glared and waved his fist in protest.

"Yes, yes, men can do it too!"

"It can be used even if you are not a human!"

The heroes laughed and cheered happily.

Then, the feast became more and more lively. The heroes were no longer bound by their seats and origins. They looked for people they knew or had a good impression of, chatting and drinking.

At this time, the hall, as the blond young man walked, seemed to be injected with life and became alive as a whole.

"Is his name Jason?"

Lorne looked at the yellow-haired man who was like a socialite, shuttling between the heroes on the field, and asked with interest.

Caenis nodded with a look of disgust.

"The son of Aeson, the former king of Iolkos City, and the cousin of the queen who was living abroad, can be regarded as a distant relative of your majesty."

As a descendant of the god of war Ares, this fiery beauty from Thessaly has never been fond of weak chickens and frivolous men.

Unfortunately, Jason has both.

As they were talking, the yellow-haired handsome man who had strolled around the hall happened to come in front of everyone and toasted with a smile.

Lorne raised his glass with a polite smile and chatted briefly with the young man who was very popular with the male heroes on the scene.

It must be said that this down-and-out prince who had been wandering outside and experienced the warmth and coldness of human nature was very talented in making friends and supporting roles.

Even though Lorne communicated with a critical attitude, he was amused by him several times.

But in front of female heroes such as Atalanta, Helen, and Katniss, Jason's mis-selected male charm was seriously disliked.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit cold, he was not annoyed and left tactfully.

But before leaving, the yellow-haired man actually gave Lorne a thumbs up in private, with a hint of admiration and envy in his eyes, and then patted his shoulder and spoke earnestly.

Brother, you are a little weak, be moderate...

Lorne touched his dark circles, his face froze, and raised his middle finger to Jason's departing back.

Fuck you, you are weak! Your whole family is weak!