Type-Moon, I heard that after death, you can ascend to the Throne of Heroes?

After saying that, Meleager turned and left, leaving everyone at the scene silent.

"What should we do, Lord Tox." Someone couldn't help asking Tox.

"What do you mean, why don't you go back and find it for me now!" Tox looked at the people beside him angrily and said loudly: "Don't worry about Meleager, a kid who can't even pull a bow, and a woman. The monster they hunted took away the honor that should belong to us?

What a joke!"

"But Lord Tox, that place, that monster last night..." Thinking of the terrifying guy last night, the hunter who spoke couldn't help shuddering.

"Didn't you say that it has been hunted down, then there is no danger, and if it hasn't been hunted down, it means that everything is fake, and only we deserve this honor, understand?"

Hearing this, the people around him all showed an expression of sudden enlightenment on their faces.

So they began to go in groups of three or five, and returned to the hunting and sacrificial place last night before the sun went down.

Meleager saw this and wanted to stop them at first, but considering that the promise and Atalanta who disappeared with them had not appeared until now, they finally returned to the ancient forest together.

This search lasted until night fell.

Seeing that there was no trace of the two along the way, Meleager became more and more anxious, and unknowingly went deeper and deeper into the ancient forest, and separated from the large army beside him.

I don’t know how long it took, when Meleager found himself alone in the ancient forest, and it was too late, he was about to turn around and leave for the time being, and continue tomorrow.

"Who is there!" Meleager heard the footsteps, suddenly turned his head, drew his sword, and was alert to the problem.

Then, he saw the monster he didn’t kill last night, walking out of the darkness.

"It's you?!" Looking at him, Meleager was shocked at first, and then extremely angry, saying: "You are not dead, damn it, what did you do to Nuoyan and the beautiful hunter lady, damn it!"

As he said, Meleager raised his sword and prepared to rush towards him.

"Wait a minute, Meleager, I have no ill intentions, and Nuoyan and the hunter lady are fine!" Seeing this, Actaeon waved his hand and explained.

Meleager was stunned for a moment, looked at him in surprise, and said: "You can actually speak, what on earth are you... and why, I feel that your voice is somewhat familiar?"

Looking at Meleager who was looking at him in confusion, Actaeon wanted to tell him who he was, but after thinking of his agreement with the moon goddess Artemis last night, Actaeon hesitated for a while and finally said: "I am actually the messenger of the great moon goddess Artemis.

The hunting sacrifice last night was actually the moon goddess Artemis testing your bravery, and the boy and the hunter lady who finally won her praise also received a new oracle, and will complete a trial under the witness of the gods.

As for me..."

Recalling what Nuoyan said to him last night, Actaeon paused for a moment and continued: "My name is actually Tony Tony Chopper!"

......

......

"So, where is the god named Asopus?"

Late at night, by the campfire

Nuoyan made a fire, and Atalanta brought back the prey, and even gave some of it to Nuoyan.

This is actually very rare, because for Atalanta, who was raised by a bear since childhood and was later found and taken away by an old hunter before returning to the human world, the prey she hunted would never be given to others for no reason, and could only be exchanged for something of equal value.

But now Atalanta is worried that Nuoyan will be bitten to death by prey when hunting, and that Nuoyan will starve to death, so she simply chooses to feed him like this.

"I don't know." Nuoyan, who was sitting next to Atalanta, handed the roasted hare to Atalanta, and answered casually.

Atalanta, who took the hare, was stunned when he heard it.

The holy blue eyes looked at Nuoyan and said, "You don't know?"

"Well, I don't know." Nuoyan nodded, and the main point was sincerity.

"Don't you know that you took me for a day and a night?" Atalanta opened his eyes wide.

"It's okay." Nuoyan waved his hand and replied, "Let's go, we're here anyway, this is how we've always come."

"You..." Atalanta sat up suddenly beside the campfire, and was about to say something angrily.

A pleasant deer cry suddenly sounded.

Then, as the two of them subconsciously turned their heads to look, a beautiful golden-horned deer came out of the bushes in the forest and came to Nuoyan's side.

"Hey, it's you." Nuoyan, who was favored by the moon goddess Artemis, was recognized at a glance. After touching its head, he asked curiously, "Did the goddess Artemis ask you to come?"

The golden-horned deer nodded happily, made a soft cry, and rubbed against Nuoyan intimately.

"Well... Did the goddess Artemis ask you to come here to lead the way for me?" Nuoyan, who turned his eyes, guessed again.

The golden-horned deer nodded again.

"That's great, Atalanta." Nuoyan looked at Atalanta and said with a smile, "Now we can find the way... By the way, do you want to eat this?"

Nuoyan handed the hare in his hand to the golden-horned deer.

The golden-horned deer hurriedly shook its head, took a step back, and then raised its head, only to see the golden antlers facing the moonlight at night, exuding a gentle light.

Under its power, a fruit tree soon grew out of thin air, blossomed and bore fruit quickly, and under the control of the golden-horned deer, all the bright fruits fell on Nuoyan.

"Wait, ok, ok, I can't finish it, I really can't finish it!"

Atalanta stood aside, staring blankly at the scene in front of her.

After regaining consciousness, he looked at the roasted hare in his hand, and then looked up at the brightest moon in the night.

At this moment, Atalanta felt as if something was blocked in her chest. The hare in her hand was not tasty and she couldn't eat it.

Nuoyan stood aside and felt funny in his heart when he saw Atalanta's unhappiness fully expressed on her face.

So after thinking about it, Nuoyan rummaged through his luggage for a while and took out the brush and scroll.

"Atalanta, do you mind if I draw you a picture?"

"Painting?" Atalanta, who suddenly heard Nuoyan say this, raised her head and looked at Nuoyan in confusion.

"Yes." Nuoyan nodded and said, "Just think of it as your hunting gift and reward for protecting me..."

At this point, Nuoyan paused for a moment, raised his head and said to Atalanta in a slightly showy tone: "You have to know that my paintings are extraordinary. Not only can they be recorded in legends, they can even be used by people of wisdom... ....”

The promise is not finished yet.

"No need." Atalanta replied decisively.

"...What?" Nuoyan was stunned for a moment, then became anxious and said to Atalanta: "Wait, Atalanta, do you know what you are talking about? I told you that my paintings are... Painted..."

"I already said no, I don't like it."

Atalanta interrupted her promise depressingly and said: "If you really want to pay me... then play your harp for me."

"This is my painting, and you are probably the first person I will paint. Are you... really sure you don't want it?" After a moment of silence, Nuoyan asked Atalanta again.

"Well, no." Atalanta nodded without hesitation.

"Okay then." Nuoyan put away the brush and canvas with regret on his face.

If a certain river goddess were here right now, she would probably be eager to kick Atalanta away and take her place.

Then according to Atalanta's request, Nuoyan took out his harp and played the beautiful music beside the campfire.

Under the sound of the piano, no one knows how much time has passed. Holding the promise of the harp in his arms, he unknowingly fell asleep on the body of the golden-antlered deer... The medicinal effect of the golden apple has finally ended.

The golden-horned deer also closed its eyes, carefully protecting the promise in its arms under Atalanta's envious gaze.

But just at this moment, its ears suddenly stood up high, as if it had noticed something, and it suddenly raised its head and looked at Nuoyan in confusion.

And at this moment, Nuoyan saw a thread pulling him... that was the thread of the spindle of destiny!

then,

In the Temple of the Goddess of Destiny, which is woven from the threads of fate of all things in the world.

Rubbing his eyes, Nuoyan opened his eyes in confusion and saw the goddess of fate, Clotho, who was kneeling next to him with white eyes and a crystal ball in his hand.

Looking at her, Nuo Yan was slightly stunned before he could speak.

Clotho, the goddess of fate, told Nuoyan about the future she had seen not long ago, and said: "Promise, when Nyx, the goddess of the night, lets the stars decorate the night, you and the silver-white shooting stars will soar together. In the vast starry sky...you will die."

Clotho told Nuoyan in a soft but serious tone: "You can't catch the silver-white meteor, and your body can't bear its power, so Nuoyan leave quickly, don't go, don't listen to Athena, Go to Hera, the Queen of Heaven.

Otherwise you...will really die! "

Hearing this, maybe it’s because my head is still a little confused.

Without even thinking about it, Nuoyan opened his eyes and happily replied to Clotto: "I will die, and there is such a good thing?!"

The next second, Nuoyan was hit in the head by Clotto holding up the crystal ball holding the thread of his destiny, and then he was completely awake...

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PS: The update is indeed a little late, but this chapter is huge, one chapter is worth two chapters of others!

PS2: Oh, by the way, it will be on the shelves tomorrow!

Ah, the comments that were posted at almost 12 o'clock in the night were probably only passed by passers-by, right?

And I just finished writing today’s update and my head is a mess.

The readers who have caught up here must know the situation of passers-by's code words, so passers-by stopped pretending and showed off their cards.

This person didn’t save any manuscripts. I really didn’t save any manuscripts. I posted them every day as I read them.

You ask me why I didn’t save the manuscript?

Because I have been squeezed dry by you every day, and I have been updating every day until about ten or eleven o'clock in the evening.

The main reason is that the quality and update quantity must be kept online every day. It feels like my hair is falling out like crazy, so there is really not a drop left, so why not update it? I'd better wait for passers-by to slow down.

There is no reward, I don’t dare, I really don’t dare now.

Here I am asking for a first order. I believe that all readers are very clear about how important the first order of a book is. Basically, every author has sold poorly after putting it on the shelves. I have said it before, so I will not mention it.

Let's talk about the plot. There is no need to worry about the plot. I have written hundreds of thousands of words in the previous book of Greek mythology and have rich experience, so the plot will definitely be online and will not collapse halfway.

Passersby now actually only need to pay attention to one thing, that is, the end of the Greek volume, the end of Athena's oath.

In fact, several versions have been prepared in hand. Although they can all be used, they feel a little bit lacking. Passersby are thinking about it.

That's it, see you tomorrow.

Chapter 39 Shame the goddess of fate, started very early (3k)

Temple of the goddess of fate,

In the ancient temple interwoven with the fate of all things in the world, Nuoyan, who was wearing a light black and had not had time to change out of his hunting clothes, was sitting in the temple at this time.

The clear green pupils reflected Clotho, the goddess of fate, who was kneeling beside him. Her delicate body was dressed in the white robe of ancient Greece, with some beautiful white hair falling from the hood. Her eyes were white, and she could not see the present but the future.

Her beautiful face did not show much emotional change, and seemed very calm... If we ignore the crystal ball that was slowly taken away from Nuoyan's head, it was indeed the case.

Nuoyan, who was completely awake, rubbed his head that was hit, and looked at Clotho, who was kneeling beside him, holding the crystal ball in her arms, slightly turning her face away, as if nothing had happened just now, and couldn't help laughing.

"So this time, Goddess Clotho, did you see the destined future in me?" Nuoyan said to Clotho in front of him with a chuckle. He actually didn't know why, but every time he met Clotho, he seemed to make him angry.

If it were other goddesses, such as Athena and Artemis, Nuoyan would definitely feel a headache, and even a little afraid of being remembered and strangled in the future.

But Clotho...

Nuoyan can only say that he is very majestic!

"And is it referring to the trial that Goddess Athena will give me next?"

Nuoyan asked Artemis for the prey to hunt Calydon, and originally wanted to follow the script of the legendary process and follow Meleager to mix the legendary degree of the heroic spirit.

But because of Athena's words with a smile on her face, it became that Nuoyan must now personally defeat the Calydonian boar... However, this is not a bad thing.

Whether it is the large amount of legendary degree bonus brought by killing the Calydonian boar, or changing the direction of Meleager's fate, Nuoyan has no reason to refuse.

The problem is that the wild boar is not ordinary.

The legend of hunting the Calydonian boar is a very famous story in ancient Greek mythology. Even Hercules, Jason, Theseus and others came to help to successfully defeat this monster as tall as a hill.

And Nuoyan actually has three things on him.

The first is three golden apples, the second is the paintings of the river goddess Aegina... Nuoyan painted a lot of them at the beginning, and the third is also the most precious thing for Nuoyan at present, the sword of judgment of the goddess of justice Themis.

If the sword of judgment is cut down, the Calydonian boar will naturally not be a problem, but when Themis gave the sword to Nuoyan that day, she made it very clear that it was a sword to protect Nuoyan's growth, not a weapon to force him to grow and suppress him.