Greece brings evildoers

On the way to the palace of Thessaly, Cerberus, who rarely had to guard the gate of Hades, gradually revealed his cheerful nature.

"Woof! Woof!"

The three-headed hell dog, disguised as a large hound, roared excitedly as soon as he entered the city. He led his breeder and brother-in-law around in the streets and alleys, sometimes standing in front of stalls selling meat and wagging his tail to ask for food. A few meat bones would sometimes chase the chickens and ducks raised by the Thessalians until they screamed and flew around, and sometimes they would fight with the canines in the city, competing for territory and mating rights...

In just half an hour, Lorne paid the losses to more than a dozen owners, and his face gradually turned dark enough to drip with ink.

"Bang!"

Finally, the breeder, who couldn't bear it anymore, raised his hand and slapped the three dogs' heads, which were running around, causing slight concussions. Then he opened their mouths and poured a jar of high-concentration ambrosia into each of their heads. After eating honey and wine, Cerberus, who had great potential as a husky, finally calmed down and lay down on the ground, sleeping soundly.

Immediately, Lorne threw the dog leash to the tortured Hercules following behind.

"Help me send this guy to Katniss's house. I'll go first and we'll meet up at the palace."

Although he could do the gifting of the dog himself, if he wanted to clear up the affair between him and Hera tonight, he would need a witness to hint that he was not present, right?

In this regard, Heracles, who had no idea that he had become a perjurer, readily accepted the task. With his excellent muscular strength, he picked up the meat of Cerberus's neck and pulled the gluttonous and gluttonous creature into pieces. With the playful three-headed hellhound on his shoulders, he strode towards Katniss's courtyard.

After walking the dog, Lorne walked leisurely into the Palace of Thessaly and arrived at the door of King Admetus' palace with a familiar route.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, a familiar voice came from inside the house.

"Telamon, what do you think of the earthly shepherd of Ares Mountain?"

In the house, King Admetus, who was half lying on the bed, was looking through some documents and records that had been accumulated in recent days, and seemed to be casually asking his friends before getting up.

“It’s hard to imagine that the kindness of Hestia, the wisdom of Athena, the cunning of Hermes, and the bravery and passion of Zeus would all appear in one main god at the same time. If in this world except for the Father God, Which other main god can save Thessaly at this time and lead us to win the war between the giants, I am afraid he is the only one..."

Telamon expressed his opinion with emotion, and it seemed that he had a high opinion of the new Lord God.

"Even if he is the god of wine who killed your brother?"

Admetus put down the document in his hand that recorded the entire process of the banquet, and looked at his friend quietly.

"Peleeus?" Telamon was silent for a long time, and finally sighed, "No one else can kill the person that Father God really wants to protect; no one else can protect the person that Father God really wants to kill..."

The main purpose of using Peleus to force the ocean nymph Thetis to submit was to force the sea god Poseidon to take action and take the opportunity to tap the power of the ocean god system.

According to the cautious and suspicious character of the Father God, he was probably secretly observing the development of the situation.

Peleus was in danger, and it was impossible for the Father God not to know about it.

But he had no intention of interfering at all, and just sat back and watched the three hundred-armed giants casually kill Peleus, his grandson - just like watching a mortal casually swat to death a fly buzzing around him.

Obviously, it was not that the Father God was unable to save Peleus, but that he had no intention of doing so.

Because he lacked a reason to make the matter bigger and hold Poseidon Temple accountable.

And Peleus is this "reason".

Thinking of this, Telamon showed a bitter smile on his plain face, and there was deep helplessness in his eyes: "I have advised him long ago not to get too close to the father god, and not to accept the gods easily. A chess piece that is given a favor for no reason, thinking that it will reach the sky in one step, because it is very likely that a chess piece that cannot see its own identity will become a discarded piece..."

"Like, us?"

Admetus raised his hand and pointed at himself and his friends, smiling to himself.

Telamon was stunned for a moment, then started laughing.

"That's right. We are really ignorant. It is obvious that God the Father has promised that as long as we give up Thessaly, he will grant us the status of God and allow us to gain eternal life after death."

"So, you also refused?"

"Not to mention anything else, Peleus's bones are still floating on the Sea of ​​Oceanus. Even if the Father God is willing to give it, do I dare to believe it?"

Admetus looked at his friend seriously: "So, what about revenge?"

"Who are you looking for? The Bacchus? The three hundred-armed giants? Or the one from Olympus?"

Telamon asked with a sneer, then paused and said helplessly.

"None of these people are my rivals. You can't let me die for the path Peleus has chosen, right? Besides, it's unclear whether we and Thessaly can withstand this disaster. Instead of considering those If not, it’s better to worry about yourself. After all, compared with Peleus, we seem to be more pitiful.”

Hearing his friend's candid self-deprecation, Admetus breathed a sigh of relief with a pleased smile on his face.

"I'm very happy that you think so."

"I understand what you mean, and please rest assured: I will never resent the Bacchus because of personal grudges, or wait for an opportunity to take revenge."

Telamon solemnly assured his lord, his eyes showing the wisdom he had gained after struggling in the human world.

"After all, whether we can survive this time depends on that earthly shepherd..."

At this moment, Lorne, standing outside the door, nodded with satisfaction.

This kid is not stupid, no wonder he can save his life from the mad Hercules.

Apart from anything else, this kind of character that knows how much he weighs, what he should do and what he should not do, makes him stand out from a large group of heroes.

"Lord Lorne, why haven't you gone in yet?"

While Lorne was thinking, a loud shout revealed his whereabouts.

Heracles, who hurried from outside the palace, rushed to the palace, opened the door carelessly, and invited Lorne to come in with him.

For a moment, Lorne and the two people in the room looked at each other, and the atmosphere gradually became subtle.

Whether it's talking about gods behind your back or eavesdropping on conversations outside the door, it doesn't seem to be a glorious act.

In particular, the content of their discussion was whether to take revenge on a main god...

Thinking of this, Admetus and Telamon couldn't help but feel their hearts skip a beat, sweating slightly on their foreheads.

"Ahem." Lorne coughed lightly and took the initiative to speak, "Telamon, I heard that you had a son not long ago. I was in a hurry last time and didn't prepare any greeting gifts. I'll make up for it this time."

As he spoke, he walked into the palace, took out a bronze pendant engraved with the emblem of the Gorgon, and handed it to Telamon's hand.

"Thank you very much for your concern." Telamon thanked him repeatedly, looking flattered.

Lorne patted the strong man on the shoulder and explained with a smile: "This is an amulet. It may be able to protect your Ajax at critical moments."

In the original fate track, Ajax, the son of Telamon, would commit suicide in shame because of Athena's spell.

Seeing that Telamon was so sensible, Lorne did not intend to be stingy and chose to give this amulet so that Athena would look on his face and go easy on Ajax in the future.

After hearing the words of the main god, Telamon finally felt relieved and solemnly put the gift away.

Lord Dionysus was indeed as kind and gentle as the legend said. Not only did he not take the discussions between him and Admetus behind his back to heart, he also gave his son a life-saving gift.

Looking at the wine god Lorne who smiled and nodded at him, Telamon felt a warm current in his heart. He quickly moved the seats diligently and ordered the servants to buy food and wine, leaving a quiet space for the three of them to talk.

sensible!

Watching Telamon take the initiative to retreat to the door and hold the door for them, Lorne was quite satisfied with the other party's performance, and then calmed down and explained his purpose to Admetus in a low voice.

"In the last battle in Thessaly, we had already gained an advantage, but those divine blood heroes ignored the orders and plunged into the trap set by the djinn clan, which almost led to the annihilation of the entire army. The next war will only be It is becoming more and more cruel, and there is no room for mistakes at critical moments. If you want to win this battle, you must put an end to this kind of thing!"

"However, they are all descendants of gods, and they are born with such personalities. They may not be willing to listen to advice." Admetus looked embarrassed.

Actually, there was another question that he was embarrassed to ask.

Those divine blood heroes are here to support the friendly forces of Thessaly. As the king, he is currently counting on these divine blood heroes to resist the pressure for him, and he really has no qualifications to force them.

Lorne obviously understood Admetus' concerns and smiled.

"So, I will be the villain. Leave them to me, and I will take advantage of the time before the war to train these gods!"

In addition to being the Dionysus of Ares Mountain, he is also the honorary tutor of the Academy of Athens and the commander-in-chief of the Allied Army of Gods. He naturally has the obligation and authority to teach those descendants of gods.

Hearing that the main god took the initiative to do this hard work, Admetos nodded in agreement and immediately decided to demolish an abandoned residential area outside the palace and build it into a special training ground for Lorne and the other gods. Used by descendants.

Under the joint operation of magicians and alchemists, the project was completed by evening, and the divine-blood heroes who received the assembly order from the King of Thessaly also rushed to the training ground one after another.

Looking at the divine blood heroes standing around and talking privately, Lorne raised his eyebrows and showed a bright smile.

"Everyone, I believe you all know the purpose of the king of Thessaly calling you here today."

"Know……"

Everyone's voices were high or low, and it was obvious that they were not very interested in this so-called training.

When Lorne saw this, the smile on his face became even brighter, and then he clapped his hands, and two figures walked from the shade of the tree to the stage.

"Introducing Asclepius, the god of medicine, and Chiron, the sage, the distinguished guests I specially invited from Athens. The reason why I called them here is because they have a common talent."

The gods-blood heroes were aroused and looked at the Dionysus on the stage with confusion.

A common talent? What is it?

"The medical skills are very high. No matter how injured you are, they can save you..."

Lorne replied leisurely, then raised his hand slightly, broke off a thorn stick from the nursery on the roadside, and showed a cold smile to the hundreds of divine blood heroes on the training ground.

"Now that everyone is here, let's start the first class!"

Buzz!

As the Dionysian took a step forward, the power of [Maze] was instantly activated, covering the entire training ground, and the thorns thrown out turned into blood-red afterimages.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a loud noise that shook the earth, dozens of God Blood heroes who were the first to bear the brunt flew out and deeply embedded in the stone wall of the training ground, forming a series of bizarre murals.

"I said it's time for class, why are you still distracted..."

Mumbling lazily, the figure in the smoke and dust moved his muscles and bones, stepped across the cracked marble square, and tapped the thorn in his hand as a weapon.

Pain, pain that almost reached the physiological limit!

All over the body, every bone, every inch of muscle was sending tearing pain, and the overloaded nerves had already transformed these unbearable feelings into paralysis to reduce the burden on the body, so as not to let the suffering host faint directly.

But even so, the God Blood heroes embedded in the stone wall, after struggling for several times, still could not control the numb and broken hands and feet, and could only emit waves of painful groans from their throats.

At this time, a certain instigator walked leisurely in front of the stone wall and commented on the victims:

"The first, third, fourth, and eighth from the left... their strength and stress resistance can be rated as medium, but their skills are too poor and their reaction awareness is not up to standard..."

"The second, fifth, and sixth... their reaction speed is okay, but their strength is insufficient, and they have not explored 30% of the potential of the divine blood..."

"The seventh, ninth, and eleventh... seem to be magicians and alchemists, but the preparation for chanting spells is too long, and their temporary response ability is not enough. Among so many people, only one can barely support the protection spell. More practice is needed in this aspect..."

Everyone endured the pain that swept through their bodies while listening to this unceremonious criticism, and their bodies and minds were in great pain.

However, soon, the God of Medicine and Chiron stepped forward to pull these severely disabled divine blood heroes down from the stone wall one by one, and ordered the servants to carry them to the temporary medical clinic for treatment.

As a result, the painful and numb groans turned into a pig-like scream, which frightened the remaining people.

But the more this happened, the more excited Luo En became, and it seemed that a bad habit had awakened in his heart.

Then, he knocked on the thorn in his hand and asked with interest.

"Do you want to avenge them?"

Everyone shook their heads and stepped back subconsciously.

"Don't say I don't give you a chance. I promise not to use my power, only compete with you in martial arts, and suppress my strength to the level of gods."

Everyone hesitated for a moment and shook their heads again.

"How about this, add some prizes, whoever can stand and take my three moves can get a magic potion for amplification prepared by the God of Medicine; whoever can stand and take my ten moves can get a magic weapon from the God of War Mountain; whoever can hurt me can graduate directly and can choose three magic weapons from the God of War Mountain, how about it?"

Hearing this, everyone couldn't hold back any longer, and their eyes lit up instantly.

Not every God Blood Hero is rich and carries a lot of magic potions and artifacts.

On the contrary, most of them live in poverty, and a dozen people can barely collect three or two artifacts.

With this opportunity to make a fortune, the God Blood Heroes are immediately excited and start to face the fear coming.

It's just a god, it's not like I haven't seen it before!

What's there to be afraid of, let's go together!

The first batch of God Blood Heroes rushed over in a hurry.

In order to have a better chance of winning, the second batch of dozens of God Blood Heroes who are quick-witted have begun to form a formation spontaneously and plunder the formation behind.

However, Atalanta, Medea, Hebe, Helen, Gemini and others in the third batch quietly retreated, covering their eyes at the same time, unable to bear to watch the next scene.