You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]

"Don't move." Poseidon hugged his feet and said, "Don't move."

"Okay, okay." Moros tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes, "I'll tie up your shoes, and it should grow well in the evening."

Sea God's deep blue eyes were filled with feelings of why I was so unlucky today.

"Don't move," said Apollo, "shall I fight for you?"

"Stop gloating." Poseidon grumbled, "If you hadn't thrown the stone down, wouldn't I have died?"

"I thought you would hug me." Apollo said sternly, "And it's not the first time you've been hurt. As for the yelling every time?"

Moros tied a knot, "It's okay, it's definitely okay."

He clasped his hands together, as if making a wish.

"My feet are all broken." Poseidon groaned, "It really hurts, can't you grow some eyes in the future?"

"I'll try my best." Apollo said, picking up the stone from one side, "I'm going to work, otherwise I won't have dinner tonight."

Moros stood up and picked up the handle on one side of the cart. He knew that accidents happened every day here.

Sometimes slaves fell under the city wall and were smashed to pieces, and then they were directly built into the city wall.

Those who died of illness were directly sprinkled with lime and buried in it.

Although the city wall has basically been built.

But he seemed to be able to smell blood on the wind.

"As long as you don't die, keep working." The supervisor yelled loudly, "If the city wall is not repaired well, the enemy will also chop off your heads."

Moros watched his own short shadow on the ground, growing longer and disappearing into the darkness.

"How's your foot?" Apollo asked, holding a bowl of unknown food and gobbling it up. Although the blond Sun God was still handsome, he seemed to have lost some of his luster.

Poseidon carefully removed the worn-out shoes.

"It's grown up." He said, "If I were a human being, I would be on crutches in my later life."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Apollo said holding the spoon.

Poseidon snorted to express that he reluctantly forgave you, then picked up the spoon and took a spoonful for himself.

"Speaking of it, you haven't finished the story yet." Moros said softly, and Apollo seemed to remember something, "It's been so long, and you still remember this incident. If you talk about it later, it's scary. of."

Poseidon took a sip of the soup, "Yes, if it wasn't for her, maybe we might."

"It's impossible without her." Apollo sighed, "Can't you f**king defeat him and then grab the throne?"

Poseidon's face darkened a bit, talking about him from left to right.

"And then she did that."

"She gave the most precious treasure of the gods to mankind."

"Athena?" the girl asked with a smile.

"Why are you here?" The bright-eyed goddess stepped out of the shadows.

"My mother has something to do with me." Prometheus said calmly, showing a innocent and harmless smile.

But Athena somehow understood her.

The Goddess of Wisdom circled around her, but nothing happened.

"If you're asking Goddess Themis to help you accommodate that matter, she probably won't be able to do anything."

Athena breathed a sigh of relief and made a suggestion. The girl shook her head, "I have private matters too, Athena."

"A drink?" Athena asked.

"I don't drink," said Prometheus, and when she turned to go out, Athena sighed.

"Don't you want to talk to me?" she asked.

The girl turned her head back, "No, I just, you know it's not good for me to be here, if someone finds out."

"It's okay." Athena said, she held out her hand, "I haven't seen you for a long time."

"It's been a while." The girl seemed to give up going out and turned around, "But you look fine."

She smiled softly and well-behaved, just like an ordinary little girl.

They may have talked for a while, perhaps for an hour.

No one knows how the girl held the fire in her hand, and Athena, who has the sharpest eyes, has not noticed any clues.

Although the fennel wood can protect a little from the heat of the flames, her hands have been scorched black and the bones are exposed in the palms.

However, she didn't even move the tip of her eyebrows.

"If she is also a little girl, then I definitely am." Poseidon said.

"It's still the Jiaojiao Didi kind." Apollo said expressionlessly.

Then the maiden walked out of the Temple of Olympus peacefully. No god noticed any lies. She was a complete lunatic with no pain and no heart.

She asked people to find dry firewood, and she stared at the gradually fading sky, brewing a night of rain.

"Protect it." She said with a smile, "Give it to more people."

In the rainstorm, the first cluster of flames trembled and burned, but soon someone ignited it with a greased torch, and then the second person, and the third person, from the mountains to the plains, from the farmland to the grassland.

As long as there are humans.

They all lit up a little orange-red.

For the first time, the stars in the sky felt dim, and the world turned into a warm color, even in the storm.

She sat down peacefully, and deduced the algorithm over the years on the river beach.

What the hell is she?

Madman, traitor, thief, liar.

The goddess looked at the river water being splashed by the heavy rain, and showed a faint smile.

The reflection of Hephaestus and two servants appeared on the water.

"You madman 1 She turned her head, and lightning struck in mid-air, turning everything in the world into pale white.

"What am I?" she asked softly, drowned in the noise of the rainstorm.

However, Hephaestus was stunned for a moment.

"fraud?"

"killer?"

"Thief?"

she asked.

Then she shook her head, "Personally, I think, I guess, I'm a prophet."

Prometheus smiled.

She turned her head, looked at the dots of fire, and smiled smugly. She raised her hand, and Hephaestus noticed that although he began to heal, he could still see the deep and visible scars.

She clasped her hands together, as if making a wish.

"Do you hope to be forgiven by the God King? This is the end of the matter?" the God of Power cursed angrily.

"Or pray for a miracle of fate?" The God of Violence mocked.

"Not really." The girl said calmly, "Please allow me to make my last prayer and blessing."

Hephaestus nodded.

"I bless mankind." She said softly, and the lightning tore the world apart, revealing a scarlet base.

"Drinking ice for ten years will not cool your blood. If one person raises a fire, ten thousand people will receive their salary."

One person raises the fire, ten thousand people hold the salary.

Moros looked at the soup pot in front of him, the flames below, and he heard someone whispering.

He turned his head and looked towards the center of the square. There was a slave hanging there, bruised all over his body from being whipped. There were several mummified corpses hanging beside him, and the crows were still pecking at their empty eye sockets.

They seem to be used to this kind of thing. They have no freedom, work endlessly every day, are not allowed to chat while working, and if they find out that they have done something wrong, they will be beaten severely.

People live shorter than horses.

"Or, human beings are actually a disgusting thing." Poseidon said softly, "I don't know why that guy is crazy."

"Speaking of which, the king will come to see us tomorrow." Apollo said, "and then give us the reward."

"A gold thread." Poseidon said with a bitter face.

"Something is better than nothing." Apollo reached out and patted him on the back.

"Gold wire?" A man laughed, "How did I hear that he wants to give you more than just a gold wire?"

He grinned and opened his mouth, showing his black and dirty teeth. He stretched out his hand and gestured on his face, "Do you want to chop off your ears?"

"What?" Poseidon asked.

The supernatural power of the two of them will take another month to reach the appointed date. The king said that the acceptance was accepted in advance, and they thought it was a good thing.

"The news is solid." The man said with a smile, "Speaking of which, after working here for so long, the three of you still look like noble lords."

"Probably he is really a nobleman." The man asked, his eyes full of cunning.

"Forget it." Moros said softly, "May I ask why he is against us."

"Because he doesn't want to pay you." The man said softly, "And he got a dagger. Even people with divine blood will not regenerate after being hurt."

"He doesn't want to let you go free at all." The man said with a smile, "I think the three of you can each do the work of ten, maybe not a hundred."

"I don't want to let you go, it's normal."

The man said softly, "You are legendary heroes, children of the gods."

Poseidon was embarrassed for a second, and Apollo nodded for him.

"We plan to escape." The man said, his tone was flat, but his words were surprising.

"It is impossible for us to help you." Apollo said, the kingship was recognized by Zeus, and they could not have any resistance.

"I just think you are very unlucky, and I am going to take you with me." The man said lightly, "We have been planning for several years."

"Someone heard King Dao say that if the city wall is built, we will all be thrown into the sea, so that no one will know the mechanism and the secret way, and his country will be stable." The man said softly, "We decided to run away. When the king is coming, so the guards will be called to train on etiquette, they are short-handed."

"We broke our shackles and fled, just after midnight."

Apollo shook his head, and Poseidon shook his head too.

"We really can't escape." Apollo said with a polite smile.

The man snorted, "Okay, count me as being affectionate."

The young man with black hair and black eyes raised a hand, "I want to run away, please take me with you."

Both Apollo and Poseidon were taken aback.

The next morning, however, it was Moros' turn to be surprised.

"Why did you catch up?" Moros asked.

"He's playing for real." Apollo said succinctly, "He's really going to cut off our ears."

"But can this group of servants really run away?" Poseidon asked, "Forget it, we can only treat dead horses as living horse doctors."