Hearing about Achilles' plan, Charon thought for a while, he told Hess his plan, he admitted that Achilles's idea was right, but to fully implement it, it must take a good soldier to complete the task, it is obvious that the mastermind of the plan must not be able to go, then the remaining person is undoubtedly Hera.

Caron took the plan and the map, and handed it to Hera, who looked at the location marked on the map, and without saying a word, that night she put on the hedgehog armor on the innermost part, put on the black cloak that the tailor had re-made in the skin of the Nemean lion, and rode on her horse.

After a two-day long journey, Hera returned to the southernmost village of the Amazon, which is where the map of Charon is marked. And this village is unique, although it is nameless, it has walls and gates, which surprised Hera a a little.

Come to the city gate, and with the permission of the guards on the ramparts, walk to the stables.

Here, at last, her tired body and tense muscles could be relaxed, and she handed the horse to the stable, and went to the well to drink a sip of water. He took a small sip, then took a big sip, and finally simply drenched his whole body and wiped away the dirt that had been splashed on his robe after the long journey.

Passing through the outskirts of the village, Hera was a little curious, all the people here were women, and looking upwards, past the stables and the bustling bazaar, and through the winding paths, Hera found that the small city actually had a rampart of the city where soldiers were stationed on the walls.

On the other side, many soldiers were training, and she saw the female officer in gray leather armor among them, and Hera did not stop, although she noticed that the other party looked at her as well.

The nearest hotel is in the palace-style tower in the center of the station, where there are often people gazing out, but also all women, all with serious expressions, as if pensive for something.

The market was bustling with people, and as she walked along the road, a hostess at the inn greeted her. Hera surged her spirits, raised her head and shoulders, and tried to look like a traveler rather than a spy.

Hera twisted her body and walked forward, and at a certain corner, Hera saw that she was being followed, she quickly quickened her pace, blended into the crowd on one side, and after making sure that there was no one behind her in the other corner, she quickly hid there, quietly waiting for the stalker to arrive.

At this moment, a soldier in armor appeared in front of Hera, it was a man!

Hera flashed like a viper in front of the soldier, and before he could react, she plunged her sword into his chest. He looked at the blade in Hera's hand and fell to his knees with a groan of pain. Hearing the sound of a blade tearing flesh, Hera drew her sword and turned her attention to the next person.

Then choose the person behind the person.

The other party looked extremely scared, and now he had completely lost the appearance of a killer, and even the sword in his hand was trembling. He shouted two words in a dialect Hera didn't understand, and rushed indiscriminately, thinking that he would be able to turn the situation around.

Hera dodged his attack only sideways, then stabbed him in the abdomen, watching as the wound continued to spill out.

Despite the fall of three guards, Hera spotted the archer standing directly above her, and the man froze in fright as the two remaining guards in front of her continued to attack.

Hera, for his part, was now fearless of these people. Whether they wear masks or not, their essence is already exactly what they manifest: frightened birds, and their time of death is approaching.

Hera threw another one, blood gushing out of the cut in his neck.

At this time, the last remaining person did not care about face, turned around and fled, hoping to find a hiding place in the corridor. Hera would not have spared him, for if the man had fled in great trouble, she gathered her sword and threw Nemia's sword from her palm, and the blade glittered with cold light and stabbed him in the back of the fleeing man.

Hera quickly turned around, picked up the blade in the palm of her other hand, and flew at the archer who came down from the ladder, and the man fell from the ladder and never got up again.

Hera breathed a sigh of relief after seconding everyone, but she was about to turn around and leave, but was grabbed by a person behind her, and then a blade was on her neck, "Don't move, do as I say, I'm just covering you." It was the voice of a young girl her age.

Hera nodded, put the knife on the other side, and turned to see that it was a girl in a cloak, she was about the same height as herself, although the other party was wearing a hooded cloak, Hera still saw that her hair was silver-gray.

Hera didn't think much of it, and followed her all the way to the alley ahead, and then entered a room.

"So," the girl pulled down her hood, her long silver hair hanging gently over her pretty face, "you're not a local, though you're a woman. ”

"Yes," Hera nodded.

"There are very few outsiders in this city," the girl withdrew from her cloak, and Hera found that the girl was covered in a close-fitting armor, and the armor on her hand looked more like a claw.

"Who are you?" Hera asked, "It looks like you don't want to be an ordinary girl living in the village. ”

"My name is Celesh," he said, "and I am the guardian of this city." ”

"How did you notice me?" Hera asked.

"You must have been commissioned to come here," said Syrea, pulling out a note from the gap in the armor around his waist, "and I am here to pick you up. She continued, "You were sent by Charon." ”

Hearing this, Hera breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out to be someone known to Keron, and then the two of them chatted for a long time, and in the process of chatting, Hera learned that Celea had been waiting for her for a long time, and she was waiting for him here, while leaning against the fountain by the wall to pass the time, and when she saw Hera coming, she followed.

"It's great to see you safe and sound," continued Syrea, "and you must have not encountered any enemies along the way. ”

Hera nodded, but at this moment she ignored Celea's question, still looking at the spring to herself, "Where are we going?" Hera stared around for a long time before she asked.

"Take you to someone," Celea narrowed his eyes, "Didn't Charon tell you?" ”

"No, she just called me." Hera said,

"Okay, you follow me." Celea continued on his way with Hera. On the other side of the gate, she dismounted the stables, hay carts, and benches, and when she came to the end, the dusty path was already in front of her. The dry road slopes slightly upward, and the hay on both sides has already been scorched by the sun. This was the road leading to Celea's house, and her home was in a tunnel on the lower side of the river, and the tunnel entrance was a camouflaged wall, as if she had practiced the technique of piercing through the wall, and the two of them plunged headlong into the wall.

The tunnel reminds Alice of Luna's home in the Wharton sewers.

Hera's mood had never been so gloomy, and she had to clench her fists as she walked through the tunnel, but the female guards at the entrance saluted her, their swords in their hands, their eyes full of antiquity.

They kept going down until they came to the bottom door, and a huge arch appeared in front of them, and on the other side of the arch stood a woman who greeted Silea, "Hi, Celea. ”

"Hi Cronia." Celea responded.

Cronian stood under the torch, the light of the fire slightly dispelling the shadows under the arch. She leaned against a black, hard rock, her head exposed, her arms folded over her chest, and her sword hanging from her waist.

Cronia smiled and said, "You're back." She looked at Hera to the side, "She's the one who killed Apollo." ”

Hera was silent, and Syrea nodded.

"Nice to meet you, hero." Cronia stepped forward and held out her hand.

"Me too," Hera replied, grabbing the other's hand.

"I got an order from Charon, take you with you, Silea, you go and prepare first, come later, my sister is still waiting for you," said Cronia, who set off to lead the way for Hera, "I heard that you killed Apollo and severely damaged Nemea's troops and her behemoths?" ”

"Yes, that's right."

"You really look like our people," Cronia said.

Hera said no more, and walked straight behind her, and the two men passed by, not bothering each other. After entering the underground courtyard and passing through the training ground, the two finally came to the entrance of the passage, to the tower where their so-called sister was.

"You may take off your hood," Cronian said, and Hera pulled her hood down, and the other man opened his hand, "Look, the warrior who killed Apollo is now behind me." ”

Seeing Hera come forward, the guards at the gate bowed their heads and offered the respect they deserved as a hero. However, Hera was very ignorant, and Charon actually told the news to others, could these people be?

Hera touched the belt around her waist, and then looked at the pattern on the previous Kronia belt, she probably understood the true identity of the other party.

Stepping up the steps to the tower, Hera came to the room. The room was warm and the air was still full of aromas. In the distance, in front of a huge windowsill, dust fluttered under the lampposts. Celea had changed into civilian clothes and was standing there with his hands behind his back.

In the corner, a pigeon in a cage cooed. Hera looked around, it seemed to be a library, and the desks around it were piled with books and manuscripts. There are also some other stale items on the shelves, which are covered with dust.

"Silejah." Hera lowered her head, breaking the heavy silence in front of her.

Celea turned around silently, Hera was surprised to find that the person was not Celea, she had the same face as Celea, but her hair was golden, she walked to the desk full of scrolls below, her eyes were fixed on Hera, her eyes were sharp and tough, "Hero from Greece, hello, Hera." ”

Hera felt the sweat on her forehead seem to run down her cheeks, "You won't be?" ”

"Yes, we all exist," Celea's voice came from behind Hera, who walked up to the maiden and introduced, "She is Hippolyta, the former queen of the Amazons, and I ......," she paused, then said, "My real name is Penthesilea." ”