To be king [Greek mythology]

relationship.

But Thurps really couldn't understand the king's negative attitude.

Thinking of the things I have been pursuing being so spoiled in the hands of others, Thurps feels disturbed.

What's more, such a situation is now vividly placed before his eyes.

Although each king has his own way of governing, generally speaking, he must either work hard to develop and discover or be conservative before. It is also drunk to be able to abandon governance like this king.

"If Hercules and I hadn't come, have you thought about the end of this city-state?" Saipus said, looking at the king's a little hypocritical look, "The whole city-state will become hell and lose its liver But he lived in pain."

It is true that it is quite difficult for ordinary human warriors to defeat the son of Typhon, but the result of their choice to escape is to wait for death.

Unless Artemis blesses them.

But obviously, the priests prayed for a long time, but they still didn't get a response. The goddess of the moon made it clear that she just didn't want to care.

If you struggle, you still have the possibility to survive. If you don't struggle, even this possibility will be completely wiped out.

It's not that the king doesn't understand this truth, but no one has exposed it directly before, and now it's too embarrassing for an outsider to tell it in front of so many people.

What's even more embarrassing is that none of his subjects spoke for him at the moment, but instead looked at him with eyes so calm that he felt flustered.

There is no condemnation, but a silence more terrible than condemnation.

Surpus looked at the expressions of the warriors, then at the silent king, and swallowed his words.

Kings are not stupid.

Warriors aren't stupid either.

"I think you should at least give your subjects an explanation—or, say, an apology." After Thurps finished speaking, he tilted his head and glanced at Hercules, then turned and walked towards the people surrounded by civilians, who were now blazing. carcass of the giant eagle.

The king was so impatient that he held a feast and carnival just to prove that he was capable of protecting the city-state.

Although Thurps still has a lot to say, he can stop there before the words come out.

It's not necessary to completely tear off that layer of skin, more than half of it is almost enough. Thurps feels that the king has been slapped in the face by him, and he won't think much about keeping them.

"Let's go after eating?" Hercules asked, looking at the direction of Thurpus' footsteps.

Thurps turned his head to look at him and clicked his tongue twice, "I find you are very smart."

Hercules said yes, but Thurps ignored him, went directly to get some food, sat down on the floor and ate.

Hercules has a much bigger appetite than Thurps.

Thurpus was full, while Hercules was still eating, and the most shameful thing was flirting with a group of girls.

Surpus looked at Hercules for a while, and was a little worried whether Hercules would stay here and have a few rounds with the girl before leaving.

But it was useless to worry so much, Surpus pulled out a leaf, picked up a charcoal pencil and began to write love to Minos... er, write a letter.

The place he was about to go to was very close to the Underworld, but it was absolutely impossible for him to have the opportunity to step into the Underworld.

Unless Thanadus will come out and take him in.

Thurpus didn't think that his relationship with Thanadus had reached such a level. After all, it was common sense that no living creatures other than gods were allowed to enter the Netherland.

The revelers were full of joy, and Thurps sat quietly aside. Except for the slaves who were responsible for making food and chores, everyone was dancing by the campfire or expressing their excitement in other ways.

"Are you a prophet?" A crisp child's voice interrupted Thurps' train of thought.

He stopped writing and looked up to the direction of the sound. It was a child with shackles on his ankles.

In short, a slave.

"Yes." Thurps was a little surprised that a slave's child would have the audacity to speak to him.

"My father and mother asked me to say thank you." The child looked ten years old, a little timid, he looked at Thurpus, "You saved us."

"The one who really saved you is Hercules." Thurps said, and he didn't show much affection for the little slave.

——He doesn't want to be a maverick, because he can't destroy slavery and change the whole world, so he can only adapt here.

"The king wanted to sacrifice slaves at first." The child said, "Two uncles had their livers taken away by giant eagles, and then they were driven into the Caucasus Mountains."

Thurpus turned his gaze when he heard the words, and landed on the slaves who were not far behind the child, thinking that the king here is really incompetent and cowardly, but he said: "Then they have already been relieved." .”

"Really?" The child's eyes lit up.

Thurps nodded.

The child saluted, turned around and ran away.

He looks happy.

Thurps, who was disturbed by the king, suddenly felt relieved, bowed his head and continued to write the letter.

He wrote down all his encounters in the past few days, and he finished writing all three leaves. After reading it again, he thought it was really exciting.

I don't know what Minos went through there, Thurpus thought, carefully rolled up the three leaves so that there were no traces of the charcoal pencil, and handed them to Hercules when the time was right.

The carnival lasted until late at night.

Hercules didn't flirt with those passionate girls, but said goodbye to the king consciously.

The two heroes who saved the city-state left the city-state with a crescent moon on their heads.

"Can you tell me what's going on with the convoy behind?" Surps pointed at the convoy behind with no expression on his face.

It was troublesome enough to just eat lunch and be delayed until midnight. I originally planned to find a place to sleep, but after leaving the city-state, I was followed by a lot of tails.

"They are doing business with outsiders." Hercules said, "They need a lot of supplies, and they also need to communicate with other city-states."

Thurps said, "So?"

"So let's protect them by the way." Hercules was particularly full of justice.

"Then you protect it." Thurps said coolly, "I will give you a suggestion to get the golden apple, go to Atlas, the giant with the blue sky on his back..."

Hercules was taken aback for a moment, and he reached out and grabbed Thurpus who was flying in the air, and pulled back forcefully, "Stop!"

"Stop what?" Thurps frowned.

"Just escort them for a while, it won't take a few days!" Hercules felt particularly incomprehensible.

Thurps glanced at him, "I'm in a hurry."

"How fast can you go?"

"I'm in a hurry." Thurps paused, "The person I wrote the love letter to is still in Netherland."

Hercules: =口=

I always feel that the amount of information is a bit large.

But no matter how much information there was, Thurps was forcibly held back by Hercules until the convoy was sent to its destination half a month later.

The warriors of the city-state began to talk about what happened in the city-state to those who exchanged or purchased supplies they knew well.

The combination of a prophet and a warrior attracts attention everywhere, let alone two people who have just made a feat—especially Hercules' reputation is not small.

Thurps estimated that it would not be long before a large number of people in the city-state they arrived in would know about it, and the subsequent development would be completely radial.

Of course, in Thurps' plan, in addition to being famous, he also wanted to use the name of the prophet to attract the Syreis who had fled or were branded as slaves and sent to various places and city-states.

What is needed most in retaking the land is people.

What Thurps lacks the most is people.

The appeal of the Prophet cannot be underestimated, even much better than ordinary heroes.

Moreover, a prophet with a wide range of contacts is an existence that is feared by countless people-such as Prometheus.

This is why Thurpus chose to say that he was a prophet when facing Hercules when he was sure that he could find the gods behind him.

"Oh, let's go." Facing the adoring gazes of a group of warriors, Hercules was not as shy and proud as Thurps imagined, but rather listless and lacking energy.

Thurps followed him and turned to leave, "Why, you are not happy to be admired?"

"No." Hercules scratched his head, "I just want to make a friend who can communicate with me on an equal footing."

Thurps snorted coldly, "Hypocritical."

Hercules felt a momentary pain in his knee.

It seems to be poked, I feel so sad QAQ.

The holy garden planted with golden apples is on the west coast. Thurps and Hercules found that holy garden—or it is more appropriate to call it an island. They found that island and were just about to pick a place to try it out. As a result, before it could touch the ground, it was bumped by the huge monster rumbling towards it.

Radon and Typhon are very similar, both are hundred-headed dragons, but their combat power is not at the same level.

From an intuitive point of view, Typhon needs Zeus to personally suppress Tartarus under the abyss of the underworld, while Radon rolls directly to guard the golden apple at the order of Zeus, so it can be clearly compared.

Regardless of combat effectiveness or status, these two are not of the same class.

Thurpus made a decisive decision, and when Radon rushed towards them with a thunderous roar, he retreated sharply from the landing, away from the attack range of Radon's hundred heads.

Fortunately, Radon can't fly.

Thurps looked around, and finally landed on the side not far from the Holy Garden