Greece brings evildoers

In the evening, in the city of Thessaly.

Shops of all sizes were closed and closed, revealing a sense of desolation; heavily armed soldiers patrolled the streets, their sharp armors and sword blades reflecting the scarlet light of the setting sun; the doors of every household were closed, and there were no more people in the houses. Traces of stove fire...

As Lorne walked on the road, he smelled a sense of depression about to come.

Since the war was imminent, King Admetus, in order to reduce unnecessary casualties and protect his people as much as possible, used the teleportation magic circle to move the old and weak in the city to Sparta, Mycenae, Corinth and other places in advance. A relatively safe city-state.

Naturally, most of these vacated spaces were reserved for a series of allied forces such as soldiers, divine-blood heroes, magicians, and priests from various city-states who came from afar.

Therefore, Thessaly at this time gathered half of the military strength of the entire Peloponnese, which can be said to be a veritable war fortress.

In this city, gods, heroes, and humans are all preparing for the next decisive battle.

Lorne took up his pen and ticked off the names of [Chiron] and [Jason] on the parchment. He stopped in front of a familiar courtyard, looked at a few familiar figures in the courtyard, and sighed with a complicated expression.

This is the last stop for today.

"Lord Lorne? Why are you here?"

"Hey, the God of Bacchus is here. Welcome! Do you have any wine? Let me take a few sips!"

In the courtyard, Helen and Katniss, who noticed the visitor outside the door, rushed out first. One greeted him with excitement and embarrassment, while the other unceremoniously asked for a doorstep.

"teacher!"

"Brother!"

When Atalanta and Medea in the room heard the noise, one put down the magic arrow that was half-made, and the other put away the bottles and jars on the table, and rushed out with the same surprise.

Lorne walked into the courtyard, glanced at the four heroines in front of him, smiled and said hello.

"You are all here."

Atalanta, who was single-handedly raised by Lorne, was the most responsive.

"What? Are you looking for something from us?"

Lorne nodded, unfolded the parchment in his hand, pointed to the four names marked in red on it, and asked in a deep voice.

"Are you all going to this expedition?"

"Of course! How come this kind of thing happens to me so rarely!"

Katniss beat her chest loudly and burst into hearty laughter.

Although Helen, Atalanta and Medea were not as flamboyant as the former, they nodded seriously one after another, obviously after careful consideration.

"This mission is very dangerous!" Lorne said subconsciously, repeating the reminder countless times today.

"We know." Atalanta and the sisters beside her looked at each other and replied firmly, "That's why we go even more. One more person may give us an extra chance of success!"

Lorne pursed his lips and spoke out of nowhere.

"Can't you stay?"

Atalanta was stunned for a moment, then looked seriously at the allied commander in front of her and asked a serious question.

"Teacher, why?

Why can others charge forward, but we have to retreat behind the line of defense? Do we deserve preferential treatment just because we are women? "

In silence, Lorne opened his mouth, looking at the student who raised his head and asked him questions, and was speechless for a moment.

Finally, he sighed and looked at his beloved disciple with a wry smile.

"I don't remember you being so eloquent."

"You taught me well!"

Atalanta blinked, smiled, and said something that was either a compliment or a tease.

Lorne was so choked that he rolled his eyes and looked at the other three with a dark face.

"You are the same? Are you determined to go?"

"You want me to quit? Unless you first kick out all the trash on the list that can't fuck me!"

Katniss showed off the gun and shield in his hand and spoke proudly.

"Me too! If other spellcasters want to go, they have to beat me in witchcraft!"

Medea on the side proudly waved her little hands and made a request with a smile.

Helen, who was wearing the Holy Cloth of Virgo, responded much more quietly and calmly.

"Although I am a woman, my magical skills are definitely not inferior to those of the male priests on the list. I will definitely be able to help when the time comes."

Seeing the four people clarifying their attitudes one after another, Lorne suddenly felt dizzy.

These four are either the descendants of the main god, or they have direct divine blood, or they have amazing talents. If we really talk about their strength, I am afraid that not even the people who can be left on the list can complete a table of mahjong.

In desperation, he had no choice but to express his selfishness.

"Well, to be honest, I don't want to risk you."

"Teacher, we understand what you mean, but this is war! A war that belongs to every god and every human being!"

Atalanta retorted solemnly. The words are sonorous.

"There is no way to survive if you live in peace. Only by fighting to the death can you survive forever! Before the identity labels of women and the people you care about, we are still warriors! We are still heroes! If even the strong ones like us care about ourselves, If we choose to retreat in order to save our lives, then why should we let the weak sacrifice themselves for us? This is unfair!”

"Well said!"

Before Lorne could respond, there was an excited clap from outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, the charming goddess, wearing a light gauze and a gold belt around her waist, rushed into the courtyard, looked at the four dedicated heroines in the court, and praised them loudly.

"This is what we women should be like in war! Let women go away from this bullshit war! We are women, but we are no worse than men! What men can do, we can do too!"

Looking at the goddess in front of him who is in charge of love and beauty and also has some war duties, Loen's face turned black.

"Aphrodite, what are you doing here?"

"Nothing, just strolling around."

Aphrodite answered casually, her eyes still on Atalanta and the other four, her eyes gradually became hot.

She is a goddess of temperament. She will help those she likes regardless of the consequences, and will retaliate against those she hates regardless of the consequences.

And the four people in front of her really made her like them more and more, and even gave her an impulse to become sisters with these four heroines on the spot.

Therefore, she couldn't help but stand with Atalanta and the other four, and confessed to the allied commander approved by a responsible person.

"Loen, I think they are right. What men can do, we women can do too! In a war of life and death, no party should be treated preferentially because of gender and identity!"

Hearing the support of the god of love, the four heroines were more confident and stared forward together.

Looking at those stubborn and proud faces, Loen was filled with emotion.

It's really ironic.

In the original legend, each of them had amazing talents and abilities, but in the end they all chose to compromise with fate and depend on men.

But the result was-

Medea was abandoned by her husband and deserted by her friends and relatives; Helen was blamed for provoking the war and was called "the source of disaster";

Atalanta was cursed by the suitor and turned into a lion; Katniss was defiled by the sea god and eventually hated her female identity and turned into a man...

Obviously, obeying the choice of men did not lead them to a smooth road.

And this time, they no longer sought protection from the opposite sex, but chose to make themselves strong.

After thinking for a long time, Loen nodded slowly.

"Okay, I agree to your joining."

The women were overjoyed when they heard this, and they all stepped forward to give the reasonable allied commander a big hug.

"Wait a minute!" Lorne stopped the four female heroes who were surrounding him with a stern face. Seeing their worried expressions, he couldn't help but smile, "Don't worry, I'm not changing my mind. I just want to ask if you want anything before you set off? Maybe I can satisfy you. These are your farewell gifts."

The female heroes breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this, and then they excitedly put forward their requests one by one.

"Immortal honey wine! I want to drink enough!" Katniss swallowed her saliva, her eyes shining.

"The magic book of the Temple of Memory! I want all 103,000 copies!" Medea stroked the tin staff with a look of yearning.

"Arrows! It's best to be fine made by the craftsman god! It should be useful on the road!" Atalanta answered calmly, the most rational.

Lorne nodded one by one to show his agreement.

When it was Helen's turn, she hesitated for a long time and didn't make up her mind.

Lorne smiled at the little Spartan princess and spoke softly.

"Don't be nervous. Just tell me what you want. I will try my best to help you realize it."

The gentle words came into her ears. Helen looked at the gentle smiling face in front of her, and suddenly a strong impulse arose in her heart. An unprecedented desire broke through the closed door of her heart and turned into a loud appeal.

"I want to marry you!"

"Puff!"

Lorne's body trembled, and he immediately sprayed out the fruit wine he had just drunk.

"What, what?"

"I want to marry you!"

Helen reiterated, her eyes became more eager and firm.

"This is what I dream of."

Just when Lorne, whose scalp was numb, didn't know how to answer, Katniss next to him slapped his thigh and suddenly realized it.

"Yes, why didn't I think of it! If I marry you, won't I have whatever wine I want to drink in the future?"

Soon, Katniss's words also reminded Medea and Atalanta on both sides.

——That's right, my senior brother not only memorized the magic book of the Memory Temple, but also the essence of magic goddess Athena and witchcraft goddess Hecate in his mind!

——That's right, the teacher's small treasury has a lot of things and good quality, even the craftsman god has to listen to him!

So, if we take him down, won't we have everything?

Helen, this woman, usually knows how to pretend to be pure, but when it comes to the critical moment, her true nature is exposed, this female vixen!

The three heroines raised their hands at the same time while denouncing the cunning of a certain girlfriend.

"We want to get married too!"

Lorne, who had finally straightened out his breath, coughed violently again, secretly complaining in his heart

I asked you to make requests, not to dream!

"Get married! I'll be your witness!"

Aphrodite next to him was infected by the warm atmosphere and couldn't help but join in the fun.

"When will the wedding be held?"

"How about tomorrow morning? Hurry up, it should still be in time." The gentle proposal came, clear and gentle.

"It's settled! Let's go and check it now..."

Aphrodite's voice stopped abruptly, and she followed the crowd's gaze to look at Thetis, who was smiling in front of the door, and her expression froze.

At this moment, Loen, who was sandwiched in the middle by a group of beautiful women, was sweating profusely and wanted to cry but had no tears.

This time, I am really innocent!