To be king [Greek mythology]

Compared with the idea of ​​being lucky, he is more inclined to the heroic aura of Hercules, so that they can find a city-state to rest and have no peace.

Hercules didn't make a sound, and his expression showed that he didn't believe it.

Surpus glanced at him for a few moments without saying anything, and followed Hercules into this deserted and desolate city-state.

The structure of this city-state is not complicated. Entering the city gate and walking inward for a section is the main road, which is very smooth and clean.

There are still some shops on both sides of the surrounding area. The facades and decorations look very new, and it can be seen that someone is often taking care of them.

Even looking at the residential area from the gaps in the building, you can see some dried meat and some washed clothes floating gently in the sun with the breeze.

The city-state is full of life.

Thurps could even feel the lively scene here not long ago.

But now, the doors of the shops are closed, and the residential area is quiet and there is no sound at all.

The only thing left is the whine of the wind blowing through the empty streets.

The arrival of Hercules and Thurpus did not make any movement from the people hiding behind the house and watching them cautiously.

Thurpus frowned, and Hercules looked back at him.

"What did you find?" Hercules asked, looking at the frowning prophet.

There was a faint smell of blood in the wind.

Surpus didn't answer his question, just raised his head and sniffed lightly, walked straight along the main road, and turned right at the next intersection.

Hercules stared blankly at his movements, took a deep breath but didn't smell anything.

The movement behind him made Surps feel a sense of superiority.

Don't feel too good about the suppression of talent and IQ.

Hercules also felt a little embarrassed by his actions, touched his nose, and walked behind Thurpus.

Hercules thought that they were all the way to the relatively grand building on the high ground—usually the place where the king lived.

But in fact, Thurpus went straight to the temple next to the palace.

People on the street are hiding, which is normal.

But the temple is impossible without people, unless the city-state is completely abandoned.

After about 10 minutes, Thurps stopped. He looked up at the gate of the temple, which was only tens of meters away from him, and raised his eyebrows.

"What's the matter?" Hercules kept quiet all the way, trying not to disturb Thurpus as much as possible, and now he saw that Thurpus's expression was no longer the same as before, so he asked.

Thurpus raised his chin in the direction of the temple, "Listen."

listen?

What are you listening to?

Hercules froze for a moment, but after concentrating, he heard a suppressed groan vaguely.

It was a sound full of pain and suffering.

Hercules was no stranger to this sound as he passed through places that were suffering.

"Someone is injured." Just when Thurpus was thinking about how to open his mouth so that Hercules could go in and find out, Hercules said so, and strode towards the temple.

Thurps was left behind, stunned for a while, pursed his lips, and gave the heroes in the myth a hundred praises for their overwhelming sense of justice and selfless responsibility.

Why are you so conscious?

The tooth of Typhon hanging around his neck was still emitting a warm temperature, and the sun was a little strong. Thurpus stayed outside the temple and looked at the temple carefully.

A goddess is carved on one wall of the temple. Her long curly hair is tied up, she wears light leather armor, holds a bow and arrow, the bowstring is fully drawn, and carries a quiver on her back. A group of hounds are standing close to her around.

On the other wall, the goddess is carved in a chariot drawn by two stags, dressed in light and soft robes, with the symbol of the moon around her arms.

This is the goddess of the moon, Artemis.

In addition to the priesthood of the pure moon god, this goddess is also in charge of the priesthood of nature, forests and hunting. In those city-states that live close to the forest, the number of believers in Artemis is extremely large.

Generally speaking, among human beings, there are prophets, and most of them are those who are favored by the brothers and sisters of the Moon Goddess and the Sun God.

Thurps felt that as a liar, he should be more dedicated, and he had to lie to the end.

What's more, he happened to come from a city-state that believed in Apollo. That sun god rarely participated in human affairs, and although there were few human beings favored by him, there were still some.

Thurps felt compelled to show some respect for the goddess.

"Surpus!" Hercules' voice came from the temple, with a hint of surprise.

Surpus withdrew his gaze from the wall, bowed deeply to the silver bow and arrow on the temple door, and then walked slowly into the temple.

As soon as he stepped into the temple, a bloody and rancid smell spread over his face.

The smell was not pleasant, but Thurps was used to it, and he looked up.

Sure enough, the priests of the temple estimated that there were about a dozen of them, and they were all staying in the temple now.

Priests of the Moon Goddess have always been female only.

This group of somewhat fragile priestesses was looking at the dozens of men on the bed who were suppressing their groans with haggard and worried faces.

Surpus guessed that it was a warrior of the city-state.

"Thurps, do you know what's going on?" Hercules looked back at him.

Thurps walked over, and the priestesses raised their eyes to look at him with anticipation in their eyes.

False prophets are looked at like this, and the pressure is a little bit high.

He glanced at the wounded, his expression blank for a moment.

"They shouldn't be alive." He said, looked up at the priests around him, and then at the void, making sure that there was no clone or deity of Thanadus, his brows frowned.

"Death did not accept them." Hercules looked at the warriors who had a hole in the lower part of the chest, and the area around the wound was already rotten, with a look of unbearable expression on their faces. He looked at Thurpus , "I remember you said that you are familiar with Death, why didn't he come?"

The priests were taken aback by Hercules' words.

When Hercules broke in before, if he hadn't reacted quickly, he might have been hacked to death by other warriors guarding the temple.

Later, Hercules told them that there was a prophet beside him outside the door, who might be able to help, so the warriors and priests nodded hesitantly.

The temple's pleas to Artemis went unanswered.

This made them really not know what to do.

But a prophet familiar with death?

This style of painting is not right?

The priests looked at each other.

"Their livers are gone," Thurps said, his eyes falling on the priests.

The priests nodded.

The liver is gone, but still alive.

Thurpus sighed, but he didn't expect that it was Thanadus who did it to him.

He didn't mean it, and he didn't expect it to cause such a result.

"The attackers come from the sky." Surpus reached out and stroked Typhon's Fang on his neck.

The priests let out a small exclamation when they heard this.

"Yes, it was a giant eagle—it was huge, and its voice was like thunder."

Thurpus pursed his lips, and his eyes fell on Hercules.

To be precise, it landed on the bow and arrow and the bow bag carried on Hercules' back. He walked over and pulled out the arrows from the quiver.

The sharp arrow tip and arrow body are mysterious black, faintly revealing dark red under the jumping light of the temple torch.

"Hydra's poisonous blood." Thurps glanced at Hercules, as if asking for proof.

"How do you know?" Hercules raised his eyebrows. No one knew that his arrows were soaked in Hydra's poisonous blood. This was his trump card.

"Because Xu Dela is my friend...probably." Thurps hesitated to say such words. Anyway, Xu Dela was already dead, so it was impossible to come out to refute him.

Hercules: ...

Priests: ...

Shocked by Thurps' extensive contacts, Hercules froze for a while, "I'm sorry...I killed your...friend."

"It's okay." Thurps waved his hand. He knew exactly what kind of piss Hydra was. Even though it was not a bad thing to make the living place comfortable, it affected the human beings who originally lived there, and caused so much trouble. It is normal to die a lot and be killed.

In any case, Thurpus himself is a human being, and there is no reason to speak for an evil monster.

——Although Xu Dela's appearance in front of him was a bit stupid, it couldn't cover up the fact that he did evil later.

"You're so good at it," Hercules said.

"Well, it's just what caused this." Thurps handed him back the arrow, and pointed to several warriors lying on the bed, "You still have to solve it."

Thurpus knew that he really couldn't handle a monster, even if the monster was injured in the first place.

There is a god who can stand in the front, so he has no reason to rush forward to take risks.

"What monster?" Hercules asked after taking the arrow.

"Son of Typhon." Thurpus paused slightly, "The condor, who obeyed Zeus' orders and pecked at the liver of Prometheus for 3 years."

As soon as the words fell, a loud and clear eagle cry came suddenly like a rolling thunder that exploded in my ears!

Thurps swayed and held on to the pillar next to him, his head buzzing.

Several of the priestesses were directly stunned.

Hercules looked at Thurpus, who was leaning against the pillar with a pale face, and asked worriedly, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay, you go and kill that eagle." Thurps waved his hand, "Not long ago, it was injured by the god of death, and its fighting power should not be as strong as before."