Greek and Roman Mythology

In the wilderness, it was already ready.

Two Aetes bulls and a magical plow made of iron were in the center, and soldiers stood by with a sturdy fence on the side in case the bulls jumped to the wrong place.

The heroes were amazed at the size of bulls that differed from normal bulls.

Everyone thought it would be better to eat bulls than to think they would be intimidating.

The amulet Medea gave me was a lot of thought as to how to plow that big bull with a serious look on his face.

King Pretes approaches Aison like that.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, of course."

"Then go inside. If he dies, he'll take care of the body, but it's not our responsibility."

"Don't worry. It's going to work."

As he replied confidently, King Prectas nodded his head in the wilderness as if to stroke his chin.

As I took a breath, I checked my weapons and saw Iason go into the wilderness, and the currents scratched my head.

Unlike Iasson, the current was not afraid of fire at all.

Before the first 12 trials in Hercules, when Delfoy went to receive the trust, from Apollon.

[Passive of Apollon Lv.Max: Blessed by the god of sun and music, Apollon. Fortune favors you.]

[Do not take damage from the heat and sparks of the sun.]

[Heal 5% HP when taking fire damage.]

[Additional damage dealt when attacking fire attributes is 200%.]

[HP/MP Recovery +200% under warm sun.]

I was blessed.

Since the heat and flames of the sun did not damage me, I didn't have to worry about whether the bull breathed fire or not.

Why is it so hard for me to gain strength?

I wish I could take over for Iasson, but it would be a lot easier to take a test like that if I could.

Unfortunately, with Iasson's limited quest, the mere regrets of the currents were left to watch.

- Whoa!

Along with a thunderous shout, Iasson receives plowshares from the soldiers.

The plow had a place where the cow's head could fit, but unlike the look of it, it was really light. He swung with one hand.

"Oh! Amulet?"

When did I meet Medea to get that amulet?

He looks at the amulet in his arms, one in his hand, and the other in the middle of the plow, and nods.

Clearly, the plow material is iron, even on the surface.

When it is heated, it will be hard to touch it later.

But if it's that amulet Medea thinks she made, we might be able to prevent that in the future.

Currently, he smiled and looked at Medea's side.

"Huh?"

Surprisingly, Medea was also watching the currents.

Her black eyes were glittering with sunlight, but the currents just nodded gracefully.

Then I turned my head and looked at Iasson as if there was no foolishness.

At the beginning of the game, it really seemed like my eyes would change when I saw beautiful girls, but not now.

Unlike the wild dog, it is now able to control its desires somewhat.

Funnily enough, in a game, not in reality.

Medea frowned slightly at the elegant face of her disdain for her pride, but she was not able to express her anger here.

Soon after, she turned her head as well.

When they looked away from the wilderness, Iason had already plowed a bull for that short period of time.

"Yikes!"

He makes a busy move, avoiding the flames of a single bull.

The Amulet of Medea seems to be working.

The bull breathes fire, and every time the flame touches his hand, a faint red glow lingers on the surface of his skin and plow.

It is preventing the heat from getting hot.

Thanks to this, Iasson was able to move without much concern, just being careful to ram the trunk of the bull.

Like a duel, Iaxon draws the plow in a frenzied motion.

The bull tied to the plow followed behind him quietly, Iason showed more agile movements than the clown, and one bull remained like this, and so he planted the plow.

I want to explain something properly, but I can't help it because the currents moved so fast that it was hard to express anything.

"Ooooo!"

"Wow, long live Iasson!"

The heroes were forced to stand up and applaud the king and Medea who were sitting there cheering and seeing this figure.

It was such a wonderful sight.

Until now, some heroes have plowed bulls with flames like that, but never as soft and smooth as they are now.

At least not in their memories.

I wonder if even the soldiers guarding the fence are applauding.

To date, most of those who have challenged have been tested for serious burns to the body, psychologically or physically exhausted.

It was basic manners to applaud Iason, who defeated the bull with a very textbook move in the shortest time.

Peek-a-boo.

"Wow, that's great. Iasson, will you take the second test?"

"Can I see it now? Then I'd like to do it right now."

Iasson sighs-huff-puffed and clearly replied to King Prectas, a slightly roughened breath.

Now he felt confident he could do anything.

A little while ago, his body was filled with adrenaline, so he was lightweight and energetic.

King Pretes looks at the soldier next to him with a slightly grumpy face.

"Bring it to me."

"Yes, I understand."

A soldier, presumed to be in a fairly high position, replied with a stolen posture, entered the wilderness with a prepared bag.

Iasson accepts the pouch he is handing over.

The area in your pocket is rugged, like it's full of sharp edges.

He immediately untied the strap from his pocket and looked inside.

"This is..."

King Pretes opened his mouth as he looked inside his pockets and opened his eyes.

"It is the tooth of the dragon. From now on, all you have to do is use that bull and plow to open this wasteland and spray dragon teeth on it. Do you want to open the Wasteland yourself, or do you want to wait for it to open?"

Iasson ponders his words for a moment.

Now King Prectas wanted to give Iasson a little break.

However, after a moment of deliberation, Iason shakes his head and grabs the plow.

"No, this is a test I have to take. That would make sense. So I'll do it myself."

"Well... good luck, then."

King Prectas takes his place again, and Iaxon begins to tear the wasteland apart.

To be honest, clearing the Wasteland was boring.

The heroes who cheered standing up already sat down and even the king who had been watching this appearance fell asleep yawning.

Only a few of the patient people saw him, but not for long.

A few hours later, Iason clears some of the vast wilderness and carefully pulls the dragon's teeth out of his pocket while wiping the sweat flowing on his forehead.

Then I started planting them one by one.

Plant and plant dragon teeth.

As if picking up a grain, Iasson crouched his waist and planted the dragon's teeth. After a while, he just dropped them to the ground.

But that alone worked.

Tuk-tuk-

The dragon's teeth, which fell to the ground as if they were being dragged into the ground by something.

Soon, the ground began to shake as soon as all the dragon teeth in his pockets dropped onto the ground.

Yiasson was surprised and ran to the corner.

There lies his shield and his sword.

Iasson raised a circular shield that protruded from the middle.

He raises his shield and watches the ground with a tense face.

At the beginning of the second test, those who were blinded or dozing looked at their eyes gleaming.

Suddenly-!

As the sound of the effect was heard, my hands rose from the ground.

Surprisingly, he had a knife in his hand.

Subsequently, the shield protrudes and the head, body, and legs begin to come out one after the other.

Soldiers are growing like grain on the ground.

These are mercenaries made of dragon teeth.

Wearing gray armor together, the sturdy mercenaries immediately left the ground, sighed and breathed harshly, and looked at Iason with lively eyes.

Iasson's shield makes him nervous.

Dozens of mercenaries more powerful than the regular army of a country are targeting Iason.

Along with the sound of a swallowing tumble, Iasson takes a slight step back, watching the mercenary.

"Ah."

Some of the guards opened their mouths.

I don't know who spit it out.

And at the same time, the bodies of the mercenaries move.

Squeaking, awkward movements like a squeaking doll slightly bend at the waist, and those with shields and swords clamor together and move toward Iason.

"Aaahhhhhhhh!"

"Kill! Kill!" "

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Hah... chirp.

I saw a printed 20.

I never thought I'd be so desperate.

Professor, you gave me shit...

P.S. is off writing, so, I'm happy about something.