Greece brings evildoers

The waning moon fell into the horizon, and the long night gradually faded away. The dim light of the morning pierced the mist and shone into the towering temple.

Lorne looked at Helen, who was curled up like a cat in her arms and frowning, and shook her head helplessly, got up, put on her clothes, and quietly walked out of the hall.

"It seems like you had a good sleep last night?"

Hermes walked around the corner with a wicked smile on his face.

Lorne rolled his eyes at this messenger god who was listening in the corner last night. He casually opened the power of the maze and asked in a deep voice:

"How's it going? Do you have any clues about what you were asked to investigate?"

When it came to business, Hermes shook his head with an ugly expression:

"The gods are not on the mountain."

"Where's the sanctuary?"

"I tried the method you said, but there was no one inside."

"Where are those divine blood nobles in Athens?"

"I've asked, but no one knows. Moreover, those old boys are more selfish than the last. They are all calculating the interests of themselves and their families. They have long lost the enterprising spirit of the Djinn War. They agreed to the Spartan recruitment The gods-blooded heroes of various city-states crusaded against Troy, mostly to sit back and watch the battle, so that the war could wear down the strength of the other city-states. Athens, which did not intervene in the war, maintained its military lead and continued to secure its position as leader. "

When Lorne heard the answer, he couldn't help but raise his hand and rub his sore eyebrows.

Although he had expected it, actually facing this result still gave him a headache.

But then, he put aside the distracting thoughts in his mind and analyzed in an orderly manner:

"It is expected that those old boys from the Ares Mountain want to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers. To a certain extent, this is also a good thing. After all, if Sparta and Athens are still of the same mind, our God-King may not be able to sit still. ”

"That's true. Geguo and I called so many people from various city-states to help us fight, but we didn't see His Majesty the God King intervene."

"It's also possible that this is exactly what he wanted to see."

Lorne spoke calmly, with a meaningful tone.

"You mean..." The smile on Hermes' face froze, and his voice became dry, "He is planning to use this Trojan War to kill us all?"

Lorne nodded and said: "It's almost the same."

"Then you still called so many people?" Hermes raised his voice several times and couldn't help but look depressed.

Lorne rolled his eyes at Hermes and said angrily: "If we don't ask more people to muddy the water, how can we set up a stage for singing? How can we hide in the forest? It's better to let these little guys try it out in front than us ourselves. Charge forward. If they make some noise, we can still hold on behind. If we are gone, Greece will really have no hope."

Hermes heard the implication and was shocked: "Are you also planning to take action in Troy?"

Lorne asked calmly: "What else? We have been wandering outside for two hundred years. We can't be looking for gifts for His Majesty the God-King to celebrate his birthday, right?"

Hermes looked hesitant: "Just a few of us? Isn't this too risky?"

"So, it's best to find the missing gods and heroes before the dust of the Trojan War settles." Lorne responded in a deep voice, his tone still as calm as water.

When Hermes heard this, he couldn't help but squirm his Adam's apple and swallow, and asked cautiously: "By the way, can I still jump off the ship now?"

Lorne grinned, showing eight white and neat teeth: "No!"

Hermes' hopeful expression suddenly collapsed, and he said with a sad face: "Then what should we do next?"

"Go to the beach first and pick up Hecate and the people on the boat. Calculating the time, they should arrive." Lorne murmured and opened the golden wings behind his back, then disappeared and turned into a stream of light, heading towards Flying towards the sea near Sparta.

Hermes also resigned to his fate and activated his divine speed power, immersed himself in following behind.

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A few hours later, Sparta was offshore.

The Argonaut, wrapped in concealment from all directions, passed through the hazy sea fog and sailed towards the shore.

Lorne and Hermes, who were waiting on the beach, looked at each other, turned into streams of light and took the initiative to board the deck.

As soon as they met, the Argonauts couldn't wait to ask about their city-state, blood relatives and wives.

Lorne naturally knew all about this and answered the questions one by one for the Argonauts on the ship.

When everyone heard about their bloodline and their concerned heirs, most of them came to Sparta to meet up. They could hardly contain their excitement and wanted to rush to the city to recognize their relatives immediately.

"If you are doing it for the benefit of the younger generations, don't show up easily."

Lorne reminded seriously, his tone a bit serious.

Although Gogo obtained the recruitment order from Ares Mountain, he was able to mobilize more than half of the Greek city-states and summoned dozens of famous divine-blood heroes for Sparta. This was mainly due to the work of the Argonauts on the ship.

These heroes on the ship are either kings, princesses and other high-level leaders of various states, or they are the founders and leaders of a divine blood family, so they have a strong appeal to various city-states.

If they hadn't conveyed the order to unite Sparta to conquer Troy to their descendants and blood relatives through Hermes, the messenger, Helen might not have been able to sustain such a big scene yesterday.

But at this moment, the enemy situation is not clear, so it is not the best time to meet.

Although Lorne can understand the mood of the Argonauts, for the safety of more people, some things must be cautious. Fortunately, after being tempered by so many things, the heroes are no longer reckless men who insist on having their own way, and their trust in the commander Lorne is engraved in their bones.

After hearing this sincere advice, they suppressed the urge to reunite with their families. Under the order of Captain Jason, they each returned to their posts and jointly steered the Argonaut to slowly dock.

As the crowd dispersed, Lorne led Hermes into the guest room in the bottom cabin.

At this time, Hecate, who was wearing a white gauze skirt, was sitting in front of the chessboard, playing with several wooden chess pieces that she had eaten.

Disciple Medea sat opposite, looking at the defense line that was almost killed, frowning.

As an apprentice, Circe stood obediently behind Hecate, responsible for squeezing her shoulders and beating her back. From time to time, she also handed a fruit plate to the two people playing chess, looking quite humble.

There was no way, her brain really couldn't learn complicated chess games, so she could only be a rough maid under the power of her teacher Hecate.

Of course, this indolent fool was not completely convinced at first, and tried to resist Hecate's tyranny.

But at that time, Hecate had been completely released from the ban, and had returned to her true nature as the Queen of Hell and the Goddess of Witchcraft. She only used a few tricks on Circe to make her beloved disciple completely honest, and she competed all day long. Quail are docile.

When she saw Lorne and Hermes entering, Hecate decisively sent Medea's [King] to the guillotine, then threw down the chess piece and asked with a smile:

"How's it going? What did you gain from this trip?"

Lorne smiled slightly and stepped forward to tell the good news he had brought:

"The crisis in Sparta has been resolved. I also took the opportunity to drag Mycenae into the water, preparing to use them as cannon fodder to attack Troy, and then test the reaction of His Majesty the God-King."

"Use stillness to stop? This method is safer, but I'm afraid that His Majesty the God King doesn't have the patience to take it slow."

"So, we need to solve the mystery of the disappearance of the gods before the dust of the Trojan War settles."

Hecate nodded and looked towards Hermes.

Hermes waved his hands quickly, looking helpless: "Don't look at me, there is no one in the Ares Mountain, and most of the divine-blooded heroes in various city-states who participated in the battle between the giants have also disappeared. As for their whereabouts, anyway, I am No idea."

Lorne complained with a dark face: "I asked you to report the harvest, why do you specifically report the funeral?"

"Don't worry, I didn't get anything from Ares Mountain, but I did get some other news from Olympus." A smirk appeared on Hermes' face, "Do you want to hear it?"

Hecate and Lorne looked at each other and picked up the fruit knife on the table at the same time.

"No!" Seeing that the two people opposite him had the urge to kill him, Hermes ignored the lively atmosphere with a playful smile and said directly, "Do you still remember the pressure we felt after returning to the Greek Gods?"

"Destiny divinity?" Hecate frowned.

"I don't know what it is, but it seems to come from Olympus! Because the closer I get there, the more stagnant the flow of divine power in my body becomes!"

Hermes replied seriously, his tone full of fear for the former holy mountain.

Lorne thought for a moment and looked at Hermes seriously:

"I need you to do something for me immediately."

"What?"

"Go to the Temple of Destiny and pay homage to the three goddesses of destiny!"

When Hermes heard this, he couldn't help but recall the scene on the battlefield in Thessaly, where three goddesses in black holding maces, one with a stick, beat the Titan God King Cronus and his two younger brothers to death in public.

"Hiss~~" Hermes gasped, his face turned a little green, and he looked at Lorne with suspicion, "Visit them? Are you sure you don't want me to die?"

Lorne comforted her in a deep voice: "Don't worry, Themis who came to ask for help back then is fine. The three of them have no reason to kill you."

"This time and that time!" Hermes did not accept the offer and spoke out his concerns, "The gods and heroes disappeared for no reason, Greece has become what it is now, and they have not come forward to mediate. I Why do you think they have been involved with Zeus for a long time? "

"Is there another possibility?" Lorne inhaled slightly, his eyes flickering, "It's not that the three goddesses of destiny don't want to take care of it, but that they simply don't have the ability to take care of it?"

Hermes was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what was happening. His expression changed, and he was a little unbelievable:

"You mean - they disappeared too?"

"I'm just guessing, so I need your help to verify it. If I guess correctly, the Temple of Destiny is the safest option."

Lorne answered bluntly, and then looked at Hermes helplessly.

"This was originally for your sake, but since you don't agree, let's change it. You go to Troy to explore the background of His Majesty the God King, and I'll be in charge of the Temple of Destiny."

"No, I'll go to the Temple of Destiny!"

When Hermes heard that Zeus was about to dangle under his nose, he immediately shrank his neck and decisively chose a simple question.

Immediately, in order to avoid Lorne who assigned the task to regret it, the messenger god immediately rushed to the deck in a hurry.

"Without further ado, I'll take the first step and let's meet up in Troy!"

Watching Hermes running away in a hurry, Lorne smiled and said nothing, while Hecate rolled her eyes.

You believe whatever he says. Is there another possibility:

Although the three goddesses of fate have problems, the Temple of Fate is not safe.

Because Zeus may send people or hide there himself?