Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 155

Chapter 155 The road to NTR is long and arduous

 The night is getting darker, a cool breeze flows through the valley, and a bright bonfire dances happily in the darkness.

 With the addition of fresh ingredients and condiments, more delicious food was quickly baked, and the gods gathered to eat heartily.

As the **** of wine, Lorne also took the opportunity to take out his newly brewed wine and share it with the two main gods and the surrounding nymphs and muses.

Apollo initially dismissed this new drink called [Wine], but after his sister Artemis strongly recommended it, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed in public, so he reluctantly tried a few sips.

After a few drinks, the sweet and mellow taste and the wonderful feeling of tipsiness made the God of Light involuntarily close his mouth that was ready to criticize, and the frequency of raising glasses in his hands increased accordingly.

Although he complained about a certain guy who was an eyesore, as a self-respecting art god, his taste was still online.

What's more, even if he wanted to find trouble, the nymphs and muses beside him who were flushed with alcohol would not listen to his advice.

 Three cups and five cups were poured into the throats, and the goddesses who had tasted the wine for the first time gradually began to become a little drunk, and their behavior and attitude became more hearty and unrestrained.

 The biggest change among them is undoubtedly the nine muses who always maintain elegance in front of people.

Catalyzed by the divine wine, the nine graceful girls indulged in wantonness. Sometimes they formed pairs in twos and threes and danced wildly in front of the fire; sometimes they raised their wine glasses and sang loudly with tuneless voices; The ladies were laughing and playing.

However, in the warm and noisy atmosphere, Apollo's face gradually became less good-looking, and he was particularly dissatisfied with the indulgent nine Muses subordinates in front of him.

Similarly, the Nine Muses, who were born from art, were by no means the elegant ladies with airs they are today at the beginning.

Lorne, who saw everything in his eyes, muttered to himself.

However, when he saw the Hunting Goddess who was playing with a sharp arrow and smiling delicately, and the God of Light, whose face was as dark as a pot, with a hint of thunder in his brows, the bold Muse suddenly woke up for the most part. He was so frightened that he quickly retreated in defeat.

In the midst of pure joy, the smiling God of Dionysus is obviously more approachable than his own God of Light, who has a foul face and is always ready to criticize literature and art.

 So, after Lorne gave them wine and asked them to drink it, these muses, who had been suppressed under Apollo for a long time, took advantage of the wine to show their true colors.

Hesychaeus records in the Greek Dictionary that the Muses were once called "mad" or "tempestuous". Because they were once dominated by Dionysus, the **** of wine, and were also his playmates during his wanderings, the Muses were shaped into crazy bad girls who wanted to tear anyone apart at every turn, a bit like the original version of the Dionysiac. Therefore, Dionysus, who led the crazy and confused Muses, was named [Musagetes], which means "Head of the Muses".

 So, the road to Ntr has a long way to go.

Later, because the Muses needed to be transformed, they were dominated by Apollo, the **** of the sun and art, so the name Musagetes belonged to Apollo. Apollo believed that the crazy and rude behavior of the Muses was not in line with his gentle temperament, but the Muses were very malleable. Under Apollo's leadership, the Muses became as noble and elegant as Apollo.

Amidst the teasing laughter of an unscrupulous god, the little girl, who had been making a fuss for a while, fell asleep with a blushing face, bringing more joy to the onlookers.

Even a bold muse wanted to pull Lorne up from his seat and dance with him.

Lorne leaned in front of the fire, admiring the beautiful scenery in front of him with great interest, and with a bit of bad taste, he also offered a drink to Atalanta in his arms.

They are not dolls and cultural symbols that can be drawn and shaped by anyone, but a group of beautiful, elegant and energetic young literary goddesses in the secular sense.

 The original appearance of art was a way for life to entertain itself, and there was no distinction between high and low.

 But their nature remains unchanged. There will be times when they are angered, and there will be times when they are happy and indulge in external things.

  Sensing the familiar eyes filled with hostility and disgust falling on him, Lorne smiled indifferently and continued to go his own way, continuing to raise his glass and sincerely applaud the muses dancing on the field.

 The clothes were flying for a while, and the snow-white skin was hidden by the skirt, revealing a hazy temptation, which looked very seductive to the eyes.

 “Boom!”

Instead of relying on his graceful figure and wonderful voice, he dances in a flirtatious manner, sings tuneless songs, and plays and fools around like this.

 As the **** of art, he firmly believes that art is elegant and beautiful.

They are simply tarnishing the word "art"!

 —It's all this guy's fault!

 The God of Light looked at the instigator aside, feeling unhappy.

Just as the joyful atmosphere of the banquet became more and more lively, a dull explosion came from the dense forest far away in the valley, and dust and black smoke rose high.

 Suddenly, the noise on the field stopped abruptly. The gods couldn't help but look stern, subconsciously displayed their artifacts, and entered a state of alert.

 “Don't panic!”

Lorne looked up at the direction of the explosion, pressed his hands down, and explained in a deep voice.

"It seems that the magic trap I set outside was triggered?"

The gods looked stunned and looked at the Dionysus in front of them in surprise.

Lorne smiled and said: "Didn't we encounter a centaur hijacking camp on the road just now? I'm worried that something weird will come out of the mountains and hit you tonight, so I buried some magic traps around the perimeter to prevent Be prepared for the unexpected.”

 Speaking of which, he wanted to complain about the vigilance of these nymphs and muses. They set up camp without even setting up sentries or magic traps. If they weren't strong enough and supported by the two main gods behind them, the mountain people and monsters of Arcadia would more or less give them a taste of the locals. Hospitality.

 The centaur tribe that almost touched the camp just now is the best example.

Although it is not a serious danger, it would be a bit too unpleasant to be harassed all night long.

However, while Lorne was complaining in his heart, the nymphs and muses heard another key point in his words, and big question marks popped up in their minds.

Some?

 “Boom, boom, boom!”

At the same time, as if to verify their conjecture, one after another explosions came from the mouth of the valley in the distance. The dense number was at least hundreds.

There was also a faint and strange cry mixed with it.

At this time, the nymphs and muses looked at the Dionysus in front of them, and their eyes gradually became a little strange.

At this moment, Luo En, who was focused by everyone, pointed to the mouth of the valley where the smoke was billowing, and gave a friendly reminder.

“That one, it looks like it's coming towards us, not a beast…”

Those four-legged beasts?

For a moment, the gods couldn't help but think of this possibility, and their expressions turned cold. They immediately picked up their respective artifacts and rushed towards the mouth of the valley with a feeling of drunkenness.

Tsk tsk, what should I say? I'm really stubborn...

While sighing at the simple folk customs of Arcadia, Lorne secretly mourned for the unlucky group of people who hit the muzzle of the gun.

A quarter of an hour later, the nymphs who were good at hunting pulled the net and dragged a strange creature that was constantly flopping and begging for mercy into the firelight in front of the camp.

　　"咩~! Stop it! Stop it! Stop hitting me. If you hit me again, I will die..."

The thing had a head and body like a human, and the legs, horns and ears of a goat. It was holding its head with both hands and making a cry like a sheep. The hair on its body was singed in many places, and it also received an arrow on its butt. It looked quite handsome. For miserable.

 Seeing the strange appearance of the captured man in the firelight, Artemis, who was sitting in front of the fire, couldn't help but be slightly startled.

 “Pan? Why is it you?”

Pan is the **** of fauns in Greek mythology. He is the son of the messenger Hermes. He is in charge of shepherding, nature, mountains, forests and countryside. He is accompanied by natural nymphs and belongs to the Arcadian natural pantheon.

　　Legend has it that its existence is quite ancient and has already appeared during the Battle of the Titans. In ancient Greek mythology, the half-human and half-goat Pan is a symbol of creativity, music, poetry and sex, as well as a symbol of panic and nightmares.

But this thing is extremely lustful by nature. It often hides in the bushes, waits for the natural nymphs to pass by, and then comes forward to make crazy courtships. It is similar to a lunatic who habitually goes crazy, so it is popular among gods, especially female gods. Not too good.

 “Lady Artemis?”

At this moment, hearing the somewhat familiar voice, Pan Shen in the net bag almost cried with excitement and hurriedly explained.

"I heard that a group of extraordinary hunters came to the mountains and forests of Arcadia, so I came here to pay a visit. However, I accidentally touched a trap outside. Before I could react, I was caught by another hunter from the forest. The nymphs were captured..."

With that said, Pan, the half-human and half-goat god, glanced at the ferocious nymphs around him, bared his teeth and asked Artemis for help.

“Sir, please let them stop now. If they don't stop, I won't have much skin left…”

Because they had drunk some wine, this group of hunting nymphs were not polite in their attacks. They punched and kicked the unknown creature that broke into the camp along the way, venting their excessive energy.

Seeing that the person coming was Pan, the son of Hermes, who had graciously sent her a group of hunting dogs, the hunting goddess suddenly couldn't laugh or cry. She subconsciously raised her hand and wanted to order the nymph attendants to untie the net bag.

“What? Aren't you going to take the main road when visiting?”

At this time, with a casual joke, Lorne walked forward with a smile and poked Pan's horn curiously.

The magic traps he set up cannot be placed directly on the road and block all the entrances and exits, so they are basically hidden corners.

Artemis raised her eyebrows slightly, put down her raised hand, and looked at Pan with a more scrutinizing gaze.

"I walked around the mountains of Arcadia hundreds of times every day, so why did I care about the roads and trails? And I was walking along normally by following the light of the fire, but I heard the beautiful voices of several muses along the way. I was so fascinated by the singing that I accidentally turned into the forest next to it..."

Pan Shen quickly felt sorry for himself. After finishing the previous experience with a few words of compliments, he immediately changed the subject and his face became inexplicably sad and angry.

“Who knew someone had laid so many magic traps inside that they almost blew me up at the door of my house?”

It seems a bit unethical to plant so many magic traps at the door of someone's house and blow up the owner?

 For a time, the nymphs and the muses all looked at the instigator.

 (End of this chapter)

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