To be king [Greek mythology]

Do you think the Prophet can only stand behind and accept protection and silently read the blessing buff and prophecy? "

What the hell are those?

Hercules was bewildered.

"Friend." Thurps raised his head and patted Hercules on the shoulder, lowering his voice, "Do you know what a melee mage is?"

Chapter 51

Hercules didn't know what a melee mage was, but he knew that the prophet in front of him couldn't be judged by common sense.

After all, there are very few prophets who have good-looking muscles, and no prophets are as down-to-earth as Thurps, and no prophets rush directly to the giant eagle in the sky like a dedicated warrior.

Even he is fighting and retreating to find opportunities.

Thurpes acts more like a warrior than a prophet -- except when he's acting.

Thurps didn't really intend to entangle Hercules with the issue of the melee mage. He saw Hercules's thoughtful silence, so he just patted the hero on the shoulder, and felt that he was a little bit hesitant due to blood loss. With a dizzy head, he glanced at the giant eagle whose eyes were covered with ashes. After thinking about it, he still didn't take out the feather in his hand.

Anyone bitten by this giant eagle has its own undead buff. If Thanadus's feathers have a strange reaction on it, Surpus will not have time to cry.

"I'll go to the temple and call out the priests. You can go to the palace to have a look, or guard the corpse and wait for the people from the city-state to come." Thurpus said, shaking his head, and dodged in. The temple was crushed and collapsed in half.

The sound and vibrations of the giant eagle falling to the ground were not small, at least the entire city-state would definitely be able to detect it as long as it paid a little attention to the outside.

It is estimated that other warriors who are still alive in the city-state will come to check the situation soon.

What would happen after that, Thurps figured out with his toes.

It is nothing more than cheering for heroes, celebrating achievements, expressing gratitude, giving gifts, and finally sending heroes off.

Then Hercules would be famous again after this battle, and even he would take the opportunity to be famous.

It's a perfect standard ending, Thurps thought, walking to the top of the basement covered by the shaken dust, squatting down and groping for a while, feeling the bumpy touch under his palm, Thurps swept away the dust, stretched out his hand Pull the flap up.

The priests and warriors in the basement felt more intuitively the shock of the giant eagle falling from a height and hitting the ground more intuitively than the people outside. At that moment, they almost thought that the layer above their heads would collapse.

And the tremor was fleeting.

A silence followed.

Because the air in the basement itself is relatively scarce, torches are not lit, so the basement used to store cool and cool things is pitch black, and there is no light after closing the trap door.

Priests and warriors could only hear each other's breathing.

"What's going on?" A priest said, his tone full of worry and a tremor that wasn't well concealed.

"I don't know, but it shouldn't be a bad thing." A warrior comforted, "Probably they got rid of that monster."

"How is it possible..." The priest couldn't believe it.

"Don't forget, there's a prophet up there," said the warrior.

Although that prophet looks really too young.

After hearing the words, the priest finally stopped talking.

Prophets always have a special status in the hearts of people in this world, like some kind of symbol.

Just like a city-state favored by Athena will have the confidence to win, and a city-state favored by Ares will have the power to destroy.

The existence of prophets is closer to the image of gods in people's hearts than priests.

Many prophets will choose to become priests, but not every priest can become a prophet.

The prophet is favored by the gods. He is knowledgeable and has a long-term vision. He can predict the development of the world and see through the changes in the world.

The force is much higher than that of the priest.

Surpus opened the trap door and looked at a group of people looking up at him in the somewhat crowded basement.

"Come out." Thurps said, with a youthful crisp voice, but it made people feel calm and confident.

The warriors and priests looked at Thurpus.

The young man's robe was a little torn, his slightly curly black hair was slightly messed up, and his body was still stained with blood. He looked a bit embarrassed, but in the eyes of the people in the basement, he looked like a redeemer who came against the light and came with the light on his back.

It's almost like the legendary saint who saves people from danger.

They guessed that this was the power of the Prophet, allowing them to rely on them without worrying about more wise men.

It's a pity that this prophet does not belong to their city-state, and he doesn't even believe in Artemis, the goddess of the moon.

The warriors escorted the priestesses out of the basement one by one.

Priests are precious treasures that every city-state attaches great importance to. Even if a city-state is captured and the insane invaders slaughter the people and nobles of the entire city-state, they will not touch those who wear the god's robes in the temple. A vellus.

Because if you move them, if you are not careful, you will offend the gods.

No one would want to do this, even the former giant eagle was very careful not to touch the temple of this city-state.

The longbow in the hands of the Moon Goddess is not something to mess with.

"Master Prophet, has the outside been resolved?" The last warrior came out of the basement and asked respectfully.

He looks like the leader of this group of warriors.

"Yes." Thurps nodded with a high attitude, "I'm very sorry for ruining your temple."

"If the temple is destroyed, it can be rebuilt, but if people die, there is nothing to do if the city-state is destroyed." The warrior received an unexpected reply, and the smile on his face became relaxed—the prophet was not as difficult to get along with as he imagined, He looked at the torn clothes and blood on Thurps' body, and paused slightly, "Master Prophet, let me take you to change."

Surpus nodded, and followed the warrior into the well-preserved side of the temple, wiped his body, and changed into a clean robe.

Even though the young man has muscles, but the robe is so thick that no matter what his figure is underneath, he can't see it.

Thurpus's shoulders are not too broad, but fortunately he is tall enough, so it looks like a long one. If his skin color is a little whiter, and he holds a staff in his hand, Thurpus feels that he can really To become a mage.

The premise is that he can cast magic.

It's a pity that he can only use his mouth now.

sad story.

When he came out of the temple, Hercules was communicating with a group of warriors.

This Hercules does not have the arrogance of a god at all. Even though Hercules, who was born as a demigod, now possesses the godhead of the God of War branch, he does not seem to have the consciousness of "I am a god" at all.

But in such a short period of time, he became one with the warriors of this city-state.

They have already started waving their fists and strong arms, talking about what strength and angle to use to punch their opponents so that they can kill their opponents with one blow.

Thurps felt that Hercules didn't need to worry about this issue at all. Hercules' natural power and Hercules' godhead alone were enough to easily crush any human being.

Even this giant eagle couldn't bear Hercules' beating.

If Hercules hadn't been able to get close to it, the giant eagle wouldn't have had the chance to make the same waves as before.

"Surpus!" Hercules was the first to notice the appearance of Surpus.

The warriors knew that the conversation between the demigod hero and the prophet was not something they could spy on, so they stepped aside to avoid suspicion.

Hercules flashed past the warrior who led Surpus out, paused, looked at Surpus' new attire, and then grinned brightly: "This is how you look like a prophet."

"..." I'm really sorry that I didn't look like a prophet before.

Blame me for temporarily deciding that I am a prophet?

"You looked like a warrior before," Hercules sighed.

Surpus looked at Hercules whose painting style changed instantly, and snorted coldly, "I was a warrior before."

Feeling that this Hercules seems to have really accepted him, which is a good sign, Thurpus thought, so if he asks him to go to Netherland to talk to Minos, he won't be embarrassed.

"Which city-state is so wasteful that the prophet becomes a warrior?" Hercules thought Thurpus was joking.

Thurps did not hesitate: "Crete."

Hercules: ...

It was a famous big city-state.

"You haven't been there?" Surpus was stunned. Before the deeds in the Caucasus, Hercules should have been to Crete. Although the king of Crete is not Minos, but Heracles Among the twelve things about Lacules, bulls are at the very top.

But think about it, in the past eight years, it seems that this has never happened.

"Should I have been there?" Hercules also didn't respond.

"How many of your twelve things have you accomplished?" Thurps asked.

"Only eight." Hercules counted, looked at Thurpus, and realized what Thurpus said before, "Will I go to Crete later?"

"Yes." Thurpus nodded. It seems that those things did not come in order. He looked at Hercules and frowned, "Then the godhead on you is..."

"It's a fake, the pseudo-godhead bestowed on me by the great Zeus." Hercules said with a smile.

"..." Damn it.

Anything so rude?

Simply high end.

"Aren't you hungry