To be king [Greek mythology]

"How much longer?" Payris asked.

Surpus squatted on the tree half dead and pointed to the right side of the black hole, "There, do you have the courage to go in and see if there is anything inside?"

"It's up to you," said Payris. "Don't think I didn't notice that those wild beasts are walking around you—do you really have no special blood?"

Thurpus continued to moan half-deadly, and turned sideways so that Typhon's Fang hanging around his neck was out of Payris' sight, "Pure human beings, as if they were fake."

Payris looked at Thurpus as if he was really exhausted, and shrugged. In fact, he was exhausted from the torment of the day, but as the oldest and most experienced member of the current trio, he shrugged. Yes, he should have taken the lead, too.

Payris is very responsible. Regardless of whether Surps is really strong, as a round older than Surps and the leader of the Cretan Warriors, Payris should have gone Up front—responsibility and honor are far more important than life.

Surps watched Payris get down the tree, carefully approached the direction he was pointing, forced himself to suppress his exhaustion, and followed.

Payris is the strongest fighter among the three of them. If something really happened to Payris, Thurps would be an idiot.

He doesn't want to see such a situation.

"Wait!" The warrior who was still on the tree shouted.

Surps glanced back at him, most of the moonlight was covered by branches and leaves, but Surps, who had adapted to the night, could still vaguely catch the shadow of the warrior, "Don't come down."

"I didn't intend to come down." The warrior replied, "I just wanted to give you this—I also picked up one from the small supply station at the west entrance."

With that said, the warrior untied the thick torch tied to his leg for the convenience of movement, and gave it to Surpus who was stunned.

Payris walked over a few steps, and quickly lit the torch.

"I should recommend you to the king later on." Payris waved a torch and said with a smile. By the way, he patted Thurps on the head. There was no snake mongoose grinning and threatening him to scratch him. Payris said to Thurps I can't put it down - especially the limp black hair, "You didn't think of this either."

"Anyway, it's the same when you go into the cave and light the bonfire." Thurps muttered, not confident enough, he patted Payris's hand away, and then looked up at the warrior, "You are very smart."

"Thank you for the compliment." Warrior felt a little embarrassed by such a blunt compliment, although the compliment came from a child—but he was more pleased with what Paieris said, Recommended to the mayor.

If he was recommended before the king, he would be an elite warrior, and his future journey would be quite good, even his life with his family would be much better.

"Let's go," said Payris.

Thurps nodded, took the torch in Paisley's hand, and walked ahead.

Payris clung to Thurps' back to prevent something from sneaking up on the weak back of the child.

There are vines hanging outside the cave, covering the existence of the cave very well.

Surpus was lifting the vines, and the torch swung a few times at the entrance of the cave.

Nothing happened - except for the smell.

Thurps turned his head and glanced at Payris, the warrior leader who was fighting on the front line for the food and clothing of the entire city-state, and an experienced hunter, but frowned.

He sniffed around, scanned around, and finally landed on the cave.

"I'll go in first," Payris said.

Thurps was stunned for a moment, and pulled Paieris back, "Let me go first, ordinary beasts dare not approach."

Payris looked at Thurps for a while, and then nodded after a while.

Thurps stepped right in.

This cave is a bit deep, and Surps didn't explore the depths of the cave when he hurriedly stayed here before.

After all, it was too close to the entrance of the forest, and Thurps, who had just escaped from the ship transporting slaves, did not dare to stay any longer—he knew the habits of those slave traders when they traded, and they would find that there were fewer slaves in a short time. a slave.

The traces he left are actually quite obvious, and it was quite lucky to bump into this hidden cave by mistake.

After three days of restlessness in the cave quietly, Thurps quickly left this place, went deeper, and found the cave where he settled down.

This time they just rested for a while, and Thurpus lifted the alarm after confirming that there were no beasts staying in the outermost layer of the cave.

Payris walked inside for a while, but found nothing unusual.

After communicating with Surpus for a while, he left Surpus in the cave, and he went to inform the warriors who did not come with them, and picked up some dry branches to light a bonfire.

In the dark night, the light of a campfire can always make people feel safer and warmer.

Surps held the torch and looked into the depths of the cave. Just as he was about to lie down, there was a sound of panting in the dark depths—the panting of wild beasts and the grunting of facing the threat of the enemy.

"It's really bad." Thurps whispered, touching the animal teeth hanging around his neck, but there was no look of fear on his face.

Holding the torch, he took a few steps deeper into the cave instead.

The beast's threat became louder, but it didn't rush forward.

Thurpus raised his eyebrows in surprise, and walked straight to the depths. The torches illuminated an adult wild wolf with grayish fur and scars all over his body.

Its left front leg has been broken, and there are signs of being bitten on its body, and some places exude a strange black color—the black color is like a living thing, surging on the wound, deepening the wound at a speed that can be seen by the naked eye, There were bursts of stench.

The bad smell in the cave probably came from those wounds.

This wild wolf looks very bad.

It saw Surpus holding the torch, dragging his injured body and three legs that were still intact, standing up, baring his teeth at Surpus.

Thurps turned his gaze around him, and then landed on the haystack blocked by it.

There were three quiet wolf cubs lying there. The wolf cubs were very small, probably not long after birth, with wet afterbirths on their bodies.

Surpus looked at the she-wolf who seemed to be about to pounce, and reached out to fiddle with the animal teeth hanging around her neck.

The female wolf was obviously taken aback, her eyes stayed on the animal tooth, and after a while, she stopped baring her teeth at Surpus, and jumped back to her newborn children on three legs, licking off the afterbirth on them, looking at it from time to time. Thurps sat down directly beside them at a glance.

Thurps moved closer.

The she-wolf didn't respond.

Thurps moved a little closer.

The she-wolf glanced at him.

Thurps held out his hand to the she-wolf.

The she-wolf turned back and growled at him.

"..." Thurps withdrew his hand, and did not let the torch get too close to the female wolf—most beasts are afraid of flames, and this female wolf who has just given birth will not be surprised, because her child will become more and more afraid of flames .

But the light from the torch was enough for Surps to see the surging black wounds on its body.

Surpus looked at the foul-smelling wounds in silence. He had actually seen such wounds before.

— in animals preyed on by the Hydra.

The venom spit out from the head in the middle of Hydra is said to be an ominous existence that can corrode everything and spread diseases, and Surps was quite lucky to see a little bit of venom leaking from Hydra's mouth fall on the one he hit back. on a rabbit.

The drop of venom, which was no larger than the nail cap of a little finger, corroded the rabbit's fur and directly melted through the rabbit's body.

The source of this venom is probably related to Hydra. It looks like Hydra's venom diluted many times, and its ability to corrode is quite strong.

"Where do these wounds come from?" Thurps asked suddenly.

The she-wolf moved her ears and glanced back at him.

Well, this one is different from the mongoose, it seems that I can't understand him.

Surpus sighed, and took the animal teeth off his neck—the rope used to thread the animal teeth was Typhon's sinew, and its toughness was amazing.

He kept the animal tooth in his hand, but he didn't dare to separate from the tooth and sinew. He didn't want to try again when he felt that he was about to die.

The female wolf watched his movements warily, and when she saw Surpus' hand stretched towards her, she finally couldn't help it, and she couldn't care less about feeding the newborn wolf cubs, and once again stood up and bared her teeth at Surpus. .

"Do you want to try...? I guess this should be able to get rid of these black things on your body." Thurps stopped his movements and said.

He felt that this female wolf was not incommunicable. After all, up to now, it hadn't really done anything to hurt him. Whether it was because of the wound or Typhon's fang, the lone wolf in her hand hadn't attacked him. Him, this is already very unusual.

Wolves are quite intelligent animals.

The female wolf was no exception. She watched Surpus's cautious movements, sniffed her completely paralyzed nose, and crouched down suspiciously. The three wolf cubs howled and grabbed milk, and the female wolf lowered her head and licked them. .

The pain exhausted the female wolf, and the scars on her body brought her great pain.

Fortunately, it carried it over and successfully gave birth to the three little wolves. I don't know what will happen after that, but when the baby is born, there is a little more hope.

Thurps noticed no scars on the she-wolf's abdomen, apparently despite the pain she had suffered before.