Greece brings evildoers

Greece, on the Sea of ​​Oceanus, the sky is dark and covered with thick clouds.

An old boat swayed left and right in the undulating waves. An old fisherman wearing a linen shirt clenched his fingers stiffened by the cold wind and struggled to pull the dropped fishing net onto the boat.

As soon as the wet net bag was dragged into the cabin, a skinny little girl at the stern rushed forward with a small bucket and rummaged around excitedly.

However, the harvest in the net was very little. Apart from a few pitifully small sea fish, there were only rotten seaweed and a few pieces of broken wood.

The little girl was carrying a small bucket that weighed only a few taels and flattened her chapped lips. She couldn't help but be disappointed.

"Don't worry, there will definitely be one on the next network."

The old man comforted his granddaughter in a gentle voice, and then lowered the fishing net again.

But after several attempts, the fishing net failed to catch any decent harvest.

Now, not only the little girl, but also the old man couldn't help but feel a little impatient.

Although he knew very well that the weather was not suitable for fishing due to his many years of experience in making a living at sea, there were several mouths at home waiting for him to feed them.

If they don't get anything today, their whole family will go hungry.

The old man glanced at the dark and thin granddaughter beside him, gritted his teeth and picked up the oar in the cabin:

"Come on, let's go deeper and take a look!"

The little girl nodded obediently and sat quietly at the stern of the boat holding the keg.

The swaying oars made ripples on the water, and the boat sailed into an inaccessible area in the Oceanus Sea.

The old man stopped the boat, calmed down, and then patiently searched for signs of nearby fish.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and thick white mist gradually rose from the sea. The old man didn't know how long he had been waiting in the cold wind, and finally saw the waves rising under the water. He couldn't help but look happy and feel refreshed.

Something is coming! They seem to be some big guys!

Thinking of the hot fresh fish soup, delicious fish meat, and a lot of copper of Athena, the old man immediately stood on the bow of the boat and threw the fishing net forward with all his strength.

However, just as he was waiting for the fish to arrive, the fog ahead surged violently.

A giant mountain-like beast cut through the waves at an extremely fast speed. The turbulent seawater raised waves several feet high, causing the dilapidated boat under the old man to be instantly overturned.

The old man and the young man were caught off guard and immediately fell into the cold sea water. Their bodies rose and fell with the waves, and their consciousness gradually blurred due to suffocation and hypothermia.

"Is there anyone? Stop the boat!"

Just when the grandfather and grandson thought they were about to drown, a solemn shout echoed in their ears.

Then, a gentle force dragged them out of the water and onto a deck covered with fir trees.

The grandfather and grandson lay prone and coughed up the seawater that had entered their noses and trachea. After a while, they raised their heads and looked around fearfully:

This is not a giant beast, but a warship larger than the giant beast.

The whole body of the warship is made of hard fir, which looks majestic and majestic; the ship's plank is engraved with a string of shining ancient symbols, giving it a sense of mystery; the central mast is cut from a sacred tree with human features. Yes, it looks a bit weird from a distance...

What surprised the grandfather and grandson the most were the members on the boat.

They include a majestic man with a height of three meters, a graceful noble man wearing gold silk clothes, a green-haired huntress with cat ears and tail, a strange girl with colorful wings and pointed ears, and... A group of white skeletons are manning a warship.

The rare scene in their lives had a strong impact on the worldview of the grandfather and grandson, causing them to fall into sluggishness.

Seeing the shocked and horrified expressions of the grandparents who had been fished out of the boat, Lorne, the most humane and approachable person among the crowd, stepped forward and asked warmly:

"Old man, are you okay?"

The old man woke up from a dream and shook his head tremblingly.

Lorne glanced at the grandfather and grandson, who were soaked in sea water and shivering with cold. He quickly raised his hands to dry the moisture on their bodies and handed over two animal skin blankets.

"Here, cover it first. It's so cold, so you don't get cold."

The man's voice seemed to have a soothing magic. The grandfather and grandson nodded obediently, took the blanket gratefully, and wrapped it around his thin body.

Seeing that the emotions of the two people gradually stabilized, Jason quickly stepped forward to accuse with a smile:

"I'm sorry, you two. I just came out of the Sea of ​​Chaos and I'm a little uncomfortable with my hands, so I accidentally got you involved. Fortunately, everyone is fine, otherwise my sin would be huge."

The old man listened and then understood the cause of the previous shipwreck.

Thinking of this, he rushed to the side of the ship, looked towards the sea, and finally saw his broken old friend among the waves.

Seeing this situation, the old man couldn't help but look miserable and worried about his future livelihood.

"Don't worry, once we get ashore, I'll pay for your losses according to the price!"

Jason patted his chest and stepped forward to give assurances.

When the old man heard this, he was overjoyed and quickly pulled his granddaughter to kneel down, trembling.

"Quickly, kowtow to the kind-hearted old man."

Seeing this, Lorne quickly stepped forward to help the grandfather and grandson up, and joked:

"Old man, paying back debts is a matter of course, so there is no need to be polite to him."

Seeing his grandfather and grandson just nodding obediently, with a sense of embarrassment and fear in every gesture, Lorne felt that there was a pitifully thick barrier between them, and he couldn't help but frown.

It shouldn't be. The human world has just experienced the war between giants. The relationship between humans, heroes and gods should be in the honeymoon period. It's just a few words, so it won't be such a big reaction, right?

Thinking of the magic spells on the outer periphery of the Argo suddenly extinguished after breaking through the Chaos Sea, Loen's heart moved, and he immediately had a bad premonition in his mind. He quickly pulled the old man up and asked:

"Old man, do you know about the Giant War in Thessaly? How long has it been since that war?"

"The Giant War?" The old man was stunned, then counted on his fingers, and answered uncertainly, "It seems to have happened more than two hundred years ago."

When Loen heard this, his heart suddenly rang, and the Argo heroes on the ship also changed their faces.

Two hundred years? So much time has passed!

"The time and space on the Chaos Sea are disordered, and there is no way to measure it in a normal way. It only took us two hundred years to go back and forth, which is already very fast."

Hecate walked out of the cabin and answered with a smile.

When everyone heard the relaxed tone, they couldn't help but feel relieved.

Only two hundred years, it is not too long for them, the descendants of the gods.

Seeing the atmosphere ease, Lorne waved his hand with a smile and scolded, dispersing the heroes gathered on the deck: "Okay, since you want to go home early, then go back to your positions."

Hearing the order, the Argonauts who were eager to return home returned to their respective posts and tried their best to urge the Argo to dock.

Then, Lorne turned to look at Medea on the side:

"Medea, go make some broth and let these two have a full meal first. After all, it will take some time to dock."

Medea nodded obediently and led the grandparents and grandchildren away alone.

When the deck returned to being empty again, Hecate and Lorne looked at each other, and their faces gradually became more gloomy:

"You feel it too?"

"Well, I didn't notice it before, but now I find that it seems to be different here than when I left. The restrictions on divinity and status by [Destiny Contract] seem to have increased several times."

Lorne spread out his palm, looked at the golden flame in his hand that had shrunk a lot, and frowned deeply.

Hecate said faintly: "Strictly speaking, a fixed number is a fixed number. According to the stubbornness of the three goddesses of fate, the restrictions of the [Fate Contract] will not be easily changed."

Lorn looked at Hecate and slowly said the answer that the two of them knew: "Unless something went wrong..."

Compared to the two hundred years, this is what they are really worried about.

It is for this reason that the two of them had tacitly changed the topic in front of others before, so as to prevent the Argonauts from hearing any heavy information from the mouths of the grandfather and grandson, causing the army to fluctuate.

And then, let the two decision makers ask in person to find out what happened in Greece in the past two hundred years.

Thinking of this, the two looked at each other and nodded, and went to the kitchen together.

At this time, the grandfather and grandson who were invited here were sitting at the dining table, wolfing down the meat porridge brought by Medea.

The salty and fragrant taste and the feeling of fullness brought by meat made the two who had not eaten a full meal for a long time seem extremely satisfied, and even the originally pale face gradually showed a healthy ruddy.

"Old man, I want to ask you something." Lorne pulled a chair over and sat next to the grandparents, and took the initiative to speak.

The old man quickly put down the bowl of porridge, stood up and answered respectfully: "Ask whatever you want, I will tell you everything I know!"

"Don't be so nervous, just chatting casually." Lorne pushed the old man back to his seat helplessly, and asked all kinds of ordinary questions in a calm tone, as if chatting about family matters.

As the topic unfolded, the old man gradually relaxed and told everything he knew truthfully.

When the questioning was over, Lorne smiled and said goodbye to the old man, and stuffed a few homemade candies to the dark and thin little girl, and then walked out the door with Hecate, who was listening to the whole process.

The two stood in the shadow of the boat, looking at the vast Oceanus Sea, and their faces were not so good.

Greece is now in disaster everywhere: locusts, plagues, earthquakes, floods, volcanic eruptions and other natural disasters continue... Human beings immersed in suffering are in great distress.

There were wars everywhere: the territorial dispute between Argos and Thebes, the status dispute between Athens and Sparta, the trade friction between Corinth and Cyprus... The alliances that the city-states had originally established in the War of the Giants had long been in name only, and the entire Peloponnese Peninsula was almost in chaos.

And the reason for all this was that -

The gods and heroes who had participated in the Battle of Thessaly suddenly disappeared overnight!

Almost all of them!

Without the constraints of the gods and the pioneering of heroes, the social order that had been established with great difficulty in the world deteriorated sharply in the past two hundred years, and eventually became the current state of chaos.

Loen took a deep breath, calmed his messy mood, and turned to look at Hecate:

"Master, what do you think about this matter?"

"It is probably related to the one in Olympus."

Hecate looked up at the outline of the mountains among the stars and answered concisely.

Loen nodded slightly and agreed with this statement.

After all, apart from His Majesty the God King, no other god could easily stir up the turmoil in Greece.

But he still had a few questions that could not be answered definitely.

First, even if His Majesty the God King wanted to take action, how could he make all the rebellious gods and heroes disappear overnight?

Second, with so many gods and heroes disappearing, why didn't the three goddesses of fate have any intention of intervening?

Third, who is in charge of the Greek city-states now? Who is the enemy and who is the friend? Are those disappeared heroes and gods alive or dead?

Since the grandparents on the boat were just ordinary fishermen, they had limited ways to get information, so they didn't know much, and Loen couldn't make accurate judgments on these issues.

"Don't worry, no news is the best news." Hecate comforted softly, "Wait until the ship docks, and then we'll send someone to inquire."

Loen nodded calmly, took out a frost-green stone box with nine locks from the magic circle, and rubbed his fingertips on the cold runes on the surface inch by inch, looking up at Olympus among the stars, his eyes were grim.