"The lion and the raven form a strange alliance and fight in the sea of corpses."

Amphiatusus threw a pile of herbs into the roaring bonfire, which had been peaceful and sprang straight up, staring at it and prophesying.

William looked at all this coldly, he didn't feel the magic power in Amphia Thornos, nor did he feel the existence of divine power, this world is a world without demons, at least in William's eyes now, the so-called prophecy, can it really observe the future of mankind?

"If anyone asks why you are in this ranks, you will say that you are the son of Hercules." Iolaus offered kindness to William.

Iolaus was the nephew of Hercules, and the legend about Hercules, the son of Zeus, was compiled by him, a bard, who did not participate in much battle, but was one of the most important members of the team.

Before they served as the kings of the Greek city-states, they lived a stable life in Athens, Hercules was the great guardian of Athens, and with this title he was worshiped like a god among the citizens of Athens, with the status of a king, and also with extraordinary power, even if Hercules did nothing, even the king of Athens had to respect him.

Although Athens was a monarchy, the civic politics of Athens were extremely mature, the citizens had extensive power in the country, and the general assembly of Athenian citizens was the highest authority in Athens, so Hercules, who was widely respected and respected in the hearts of the Athenian people, could have set off a coup d'état to replace Eurystheus, the king of Athens, if he had ambitions.

In the case of a small city state, the citizens' assembly could directly manage the affairs of the state, which was fully verified during the reign of Solon.

However, one night three years ago, Hercules was disliked by Hera, so he had a bloody anger hidden in his body, so he killed his wife and two sons after drinking, and was finally exiled by the Athenian king Eurystheus, never to return to Athens.

Iolaus did not know the truth of the matter, only that after the murder that night, Hercules was tried by the king at the Athenian citizens' assembly and was forced to leave Athens, and they followed Hercules out of Athens.

Now Hercules is not at all as high-spirited as before, he is decadent, he only has the guilt of killing his wife and children, he wants to carry out his own journey of atonement, exile himself to a farther place beyond the Aegean Sea, and in order to take care of his former companions, Hercules and his companions became mercenaries, and after a big deal, they parted ways.

Hercules regarded William's arrival as the arrangement of fate and the guidance of Zeus, so he did not refuse William's joining, after all, it is unimaginable to let a child join, even if Ottolikos strongly opposed, but Hercules still insisted.

Because he accidentally killed his wife and two minor children, he has an indescribable guilt for William, a feeling that Iolaus is keenly aware of.

If William really became the son or adopted son of his uncle Hercules, then his uncle's unsettled heart would definitely be able to get some peace, he knew that his uncle Hercules was not a god, nor a son of Zeus, he was a mortal who was flesh and blood, would bleed when wounded, laugh when he was happy, and cry when he was sad.

"I see."

William did not object, if Hermes did not lie, if his own mother Heber did not live a chaotic life like the mythical god of beauty, then his father would only be Hercules, he would not deny the facts, as for Iolaus's careful thoughts, he directly ignored.

"Let's go, two gold coins for the head of a man, twenty people in all, we are rich, let's go to the taverns near Macedonia to have fun."

Iolaus said happily to William, and when he noticed that his uncle was always looking at William, he smiled, walked up to him and said, "Uncle, William will be your son from now on."

When Hercules heard this, he was slightly stunned, and glanced at William with a deep gaze

, but he did not refuse his nephew's proposal, but just picked up his mace and walked into the distance. Z.br>

Macedonia is located on the northeastern edge of Greece, bordered by Thessaly to the south, Mount Olympia to the middle, Illyria to the west, and Thrace to the east.

Among the Greek city-states, the Kingdom of Macedonia was not a powerful state, the most powerful states at this time were Athens and Sparta, followed by Mycenae, Troy, and Thrace.

The rise of the Macedonian kingdom comes from Alexander the Emperor's initial unification of Greece for the first time, and the reason why it is preliminary is because Alexander the Emperor got the whole Greek city-states, but only did not get the martial Sparta, and it was not until the rise of the Roman Empire that the whole of Greece was unified.

In the noisy tavern, there are full of the sound of men drinking and noisy, and at the same time, there are dancers writhing their bodies and the sound of men being excited, this kind of scene is very inappropriate for children.

Hercules untied a bag and poured it on the table, and the gold coins fell to the ground, and the mercenaries around him looked sideways, but quickly took their eyes back.

It was Hercules, the son of the famous Zeus, and no one would have dared enough to rob this existential demigod hero.

Hercules and Ottoricus sat at the table and talked, he said that he wanted to escape to the wilderness and live a life of seclusion, but Ottolikos showed a dissatisfied expression, they had long been accustomed to the life of licking blood from the knife edge, even if they reached the wilderness.

William watched with interest as Iolaus caught the attention of the dancers by telling the legend of Hercules.

Beauty and wine, there is no existence more attractive than them, and it makes the spirit of the mercenary who licks the blood from the knife more vigorous.

The more Iolaus told the story of Hercules, the more interested the dancers were in Hercules than in Hercules' nephew, and the dancers' eyes were always on Hercules.

Warriors love beautiful women, and beautiful women also worship heroes, and Heralex is such a hero.

"You are the nephew of Hercules, so child, who are you of Hercules?" The dancer asked curiously, looking at the child beside Iolaus.

William was not used to the teasing of the big sister of the dancer, but when he saw Hercules and Otolikos coming, he could only say in a light tone, "I am the son of Hercules."

William's voice was not loud, but I don't know why, when he said that he was the son of Hercules, the voices in the entire tavern instantly quieted down, and the originally noisy scene, the originally noisy crowd looked at William with surprised eyes.

"You say you're the son of Hercules?" The dancer asked in surprise, "How do you prove it?"

The men in the tavern looked at William and at the same time at Hercules, who had never heard of such a big son before Hercules came to Macedonia, and where did he come from overnight.

How to prove, what do I have to prove, I am.

William thought in his mind, and suddenly he finally understood the true purpose of coming to this world, when the rumors of Hercules became legends, when legends became myths, Hercules was naturally remembered in history and myths.

A poem does not exist if it is not recited, the poem must be memorized by the world and passed down from generation to generation, so that the poem can be given life and emotion, and the same is true of mythology, which must be told and passed down from generation to generation.

This is how Hercules, a mortal in this world, became the son of Zeus, the god of Hercules.

Rumors are true in the end, and ordinary people whose deeds eventually become gods through rumors, legends, history, and myths.