To be king [Greek mythology]

Confession in full view—more seriously, it should actually be a marriage proposal.

Then she was rejected.

No one has ever rejected her, not even Zeus.

Athena became the laughing stock of the gods, no matter how high her status was and how powerful she was, few gods would pursue her.

Some goddesses who have a really bad relationship with her, such as the beautiful Aphrodite, even dare to mock her directly.

In those days, Athena dreamed that Prometheus would be unlucky.

As a result, Prometheus was really unlucky, and it was really bad luck.

He was punished by Zeus, deprived of his godhood, and suffered 3 years by hanging on the rock on the top of Caucasus Mountain.

During this period, Athena did not visit him. The Godhead of the God of Wisdom was on her body, and she used it as a weapon to show off and block the mouths of many people.

She thought Prometheus would never appear on Mount Olympus again, and even if he fled from the Caucasus, he should go to Hades.

Prometheus had a much wider circle of friends in Hades than in Olympus.

Those reclusive second-generation Titans and gods have more or less worked with Prometheus, and even some powerful third-generation gods have a deep relationship with Prometheus.

Who asked the great father of mankind to help Zeus rebel?

Athena looked at Prometheus, who was weak and embarrassed but calm and calm, and felt that even if he lost his godhead and had no capital to stand in front of her, he was still so charming.

What a bad idea, Athena thought.

She still holds the godhead of Prometheus, there will definitely be no possibility of any development between the two of them.

But Athena couldn't help but said, "You have been..."

"It's been a bad life." Prometheus cut off Athena's words. He didn't want to say a word on such a stupid topic, and then he looked up and down after 3 years. Blooming—yes, that’s the heroic Athena, “It looks like you and Zeus are doing pretty well.”

"..." Athena opened her mouth, but couldn't hold back a word for a while.

Prometheus spread his hands, "It's really sad news."

Athena silently closed her mouth.

Ares stared at this and rushed down from Mount Olympus. Hearing the conversation between the man and the woman, his heart was filled with anger, and he felt that the spear in his hand was about to move.

The god of war with superior combat power never suppresses his desire to fight.

He directly threw the spear in his hand, and with the sharp piercing sound, the sharp spear disappeared before his eyes in a flash like an arrow leaving the string, with the sound of wind and blood.

Athena and Prometheus stepped back at the same time.

The spear thrown by God of War flew into the air, piercing into the soil like tender tofu. The entire spear disappeared into the ground, leaving only a black hole.

"Ares!" Athena raised her voice and turned angrily to look behind her.

"Bring that human back!" The God of War took a long step and stood directly in front of Athena. He shook his hand, and the spear that fell into the ground returned to his hand. He turned to look at Pro Mishus seemed to want to strangle him directly, "Where's that human being!!"

"..." Prometheus looked at Ares silently for a while, and after a while, he showed a dazed expression, "Is he here to find you?"

"It's not here to look for you anyway!" Ares stared wide-eyed, and the spear in his hand fell heavily to the ground.

"He was the one who went to the Caucasus Mountains to save me." Prometheus felt that he was very justified. He looked at Surpus with a very sincere tone, "You are not suitable."

wipe!

What the hell? !

Ares felt the feeling of being discriminated against by Athena for IQ came back.

"That's what Nix gave me!!" Ares felt that the spear in his hand was about to stick to the rhythm of Prometheus's face every minute, "I'll give it back to me! I want to bring it back to Sparta!"

"I said, you are not suitable." The father of mankind who had no choice but to hold back the tail of the Evernight Goddess said so. It was impossible for him to say that Nix had entrusted him with an important task the night before. Zeus had to kill Thurpus in seconds.

"Why is it inappropriate? Nix told my military adviser!" The spear in Ares's hand swallowed the bloody divine power that belonged to the God of War, showing his anger, "Why is it inappropriate?!"

Sparta has no shortage of warriors.

The men of Sparta are all brave and good at fighting, with great strength.

But Sparta didn't have many counselors who could do it. In the past, Ares didn't care about those counselors at all, because the strength of the Spartan warriors was enough for him to smooth out everything that made him dissatisfied.

But not now.

The gods favored more and more, and the Spartan warriors became more and more restrained in their actions.

Beating a dog depends on the owner. If he can't help but hit Athens, it means slapping Athena in the face. Zeus will definitely make him die very rhythmically!

At this time, the importance of a military division type of person is reflected.

Ares will never know how the brains of this group of people grow. They can always come up with various ways to win and maximize the combat effectiveness of the Spartan warriors.

In short, such a thing as a military division is a panacea in the eyes of Ares, which can be used anywhere.

It is proper to govern the city-state, it is proper to lead the army to fight, it is proper to arrange the formation of trapped people, it is proper to find an excuse to slap the gods in the face, that is also proper.

The previous batch of military advisors in Sparta were no longer as old as the old ones, but this batch only had two or three kittens who hadn’t grown up yet. Ares was full of care for any existence that could become a counselor— —Of course, what kind of care is he, the Spartan military advisers all expressed hehehehe.

"..." Prometheus felt like he was about to be pitted into tears by Nix.

Athena, who was left aside, looked at Ares warily.

Although they are both gods of war, Athena knows that she is not as good as Ares in terms of combat power alone. Her tone of voice says that she is the god of war, but it is better to say that she is the god of war. The god of war and the god of war are actually two pictures. windy.

But the god of war was also the priesthood of Ares, which made the Spartan warriors invincible. Ares, who was robbed of his priesthood and absolute victory in the war, never had any good feelings for Athena.

Including his concubine—that is, Aphrodite, as well.

Ares really wanted to do it, she couldn't resist it at all.

The father of mankind was silent for a while, "You let that human lead Sparta?"

"I can only lead Sparta!" Ares declared solemnly.

"I mean, become the king of Sparta and lead the entire city-state." Prometheus also knew Sparta's piss nature to some extent. like the gods.

"No problem!" Ares understood. Anyway, he is the real leader of Sparta. It would be great if someone became the king of the city-state and governed the city-state for him.

God knows how hard Ares is on this matter.

Prometheus narrowed his eyes and laughed when he heard this.

It feels good to have someone send you a pillow when you doze off.

You know, there is nothing more suitable for learning than practice, and life is always the best teacher.

"The warriors of Sparta will not accept a king who appears suddenly." Prometheus put on a look of "I am for your own good".

Ares looked at Prometheus suspiciously, and was not much friendly because of the softening of the other party's attitude. After all, since he was notified by the Knicks, he rarely left Sparta and ran back to where he was on Mount Olympus. The dusty temple has been squatting for more than eight years.

If it wasn't for Aphrodite to relieve the boredom, Ares felt that he would have run back to Sparta long ago.

The God of War didn't feel that there was anything wrong with prying his brother's corner to sleep with his wife. Similarly, he didn't think that Prometheus' worries mattered. Not acceptable."

"It's because of you." Prometheus sighed, looking worried, "Don't you think your king doesn't live long?"

Ares thought about it, and it seemed that this was indeed the case.

——In fact, to the gods, whether human beings died early or not, to them, human beings don't live long.

Of course, the god of war with a relatively simple mind would not notice the concept of Prometheus secretly changing.

"If you want to rule the brave warriors, you can't just do it with a good mind." Prometheus said, "Convincing the crowd is very important."

What he said was so reasonable that I couldn't even refute it.

Ares felt that he was persuaded instantly.

Thurps, who had no idea that Prometheus had set him a next exercise plan, was circling the Caucasus Mountain at the moment.

Hercules, whose name is too long to remember, also circled the Caucasus Mountains.

One in heaven and one on earth.

It feels good to fly.

But no matter how good it feels, it is not as important as finding someone.

Thurps landed on the top of the mountain, and the midday sun was not as hot as expected.

On the rock where Prometheus was once imprisoned, there is still the obvious trace of the human figure, which is dark red, and it seems that the bloody smell emanating from the stone can be smelled from a long distance away.

Hercules passed the Caucasus Mountains in the direction shown to him by the river god, and lost his way in this mountain range.

But before he entered the mountains, he had heard from people living nearby that the name of the mountains was the Caucasus, and that there was a suffering saint on the highest mountain—the benefactor of mankind, full of wisdom and kindness. Father of Man, Puro