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Chapter 322 This girl is a man! (6.2k a day, please vote)
"Ah!"

Sitting by the lake on a lush, paradise-like island, Artemis suddenly felt a chill and sneezed loudly.

Who is talking about me behind my back?

The Huntress muttered, brushed away the magic circle with the sun emblem flashing on the ground, turned her head and looked at the tall girl with red hair and a golden crown behind her.

The girl's long red hair was tied into a beautiful bun at the back of her head, her skin was full of vitality, and she was wearing a unique style of clothes made of soft cloth and leather. Her whole body was emitting a kind of vitality, her height was nearly two meters, and her every move exuded an indescribable sense of sharpness.

Artemis gently twisted the silver hair on her shoulders and asked with a faint smile.

"Hippolyta, you heard the news from Apollo just now, what do you think?"

"Lady Goddess, the Amazons are willing to be your spear and sword, obeying your orders and fighting for your honor!"

The girl raised her hand and hammered it to her chest, answering solemnly.

Artemis heard this and nodded in satisfaction.

Amazon, also translated as Amazon, is a country of women.

But they are not gentle and charming women who depend on men in the conventional sense, but strong and martial female warriors. Conquering them is a dangerous dream that every Greek hero has had.

According to its actual geographical location, Amazon is located on the banks of the Thermedon River in Asia Minor. Its territory has both broad plains and dense jungles, both snow-covered crystal mountains and long flat coastlines.

The complex terrain and environment have cultivated the Amazon people's nature of conquering nature and being fierce and brave.

Here, the usual status of men and women is reversed, and nine sisters, led by Queen Hippolyta, rule the entire Amazon tribe.

As the offspring of Ares, the god of war, and the moon goddess priest, they were born with extraordinary talents and abilities. Therefore, women represented by them held absolute ruling power in the Amazon tribe.

Normally, women make a living by plundering. They learn fighting and killing from childhood, and when they grow up, they become warriors and conquer all directions.

In order to reproduce offspring and produce better bloodlines, they robbed or sold men, brought them to Amazon tribes to reproduce, and then threw them out after the deed was done.

If the offspring is a boy, he will be killed or enslaved. If it is a girl, she will be kept and raised to become a warrior like them.

In view of the powerful fighting capacity of this tribe, both the Moon God and the God of War wanted to spread their faith here.

After several rounds of confrontation, Artemis gradually gained the upper hand.

Hippolyta, the latest queen of the Amazons, the red-haired girl in front of the lake, has sworn allegiance to Artemis, the goddess of hunting.

She is the most beloved daughter of the God of War among the nine sisters, the bravest, most resolute, and the wisest of the female warriors. She was given a new [Belt of the God of War] by Ares as a symbol of power and glory.

In the legend of the Amazons, she could draw Apollo's bow, shoot through the armor forged by Vulcan, control Poseidon's dragon, and pass through Zeus's thunderbolt array! When she came in a blood-red robe and a bronze chariot, everyone seemed to see the god of war coming to the world in the body of a woman.

Hippolyta's stance has basically declared that the Amazon people's religious affiliation has been settled.

Artemis was very pleased with Hippolyta's straightforward statement. She waved her hand and spoke in a deep voice.

"In that case, please go to Thessaly on my behalf."

"As you command, Lady Goddess!"

Hippolyta nodded solemnly, and under the gaze of Artemis, she turned and walked out of the forest, ringing the bell for the Amazon Moon Temple to assemble.

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A few days later, at the gate of Arcadia.

Medea paced by the roadside, holding her magic wand, waiting until the sun was high in the sky, when she saw a familiar figure hurrying towards her.

"Brother, didn't we agree to meet in the morning? Why are you so late?"

"Well, maybe I have too much work to do recently and I have been overworked. I accidentally overslept."

Lorne answered with a dry cough, his eyes a little vague.

Can handling official business result in scratches and bite marks on the neck?
Medea's eyes swept over a series of evidences remaining on someone's body, she blinked and smiled playfully.

"If we're not done yet, why don't we stay in Arcadia for a few more days?"

"Let's go! Let's go now!"

Upon hearing this, Loen summoned the bronze chariot without hesitation, dragged Medea onto it, and waved the whip without hesitation, ordering the divine horses to set off at the fastest speed.

He looked so impatient, as if he was escaping from a devil's cave.

It was not until the chariot drove several kilometers away that Loen dared to look back slightly, and looked at the Arcadia Royal City with lingering fear, of which only the vague outline remained.

In just a few days, he had thoroughly experienced how terrifying cats in estrus were.

Not only does he like perpetual motion machines, he also prefers some thrilling and exciting ways of playing.

For example, while pinning down his teacher in front of the Moon Temple, he asked the goddess he believed in for a child...

Loen was not afraid of simple pleasure, but playing like this under Artemis's nose was indeed a bit too exciting.

He was really afraid that his moon-type girlfriend would take a sudden glance at him one day and discover his affair with Atalanta, then in a rage, turn on the Shura mode and rush over from Paradise Island to hunt him down.

For the sake of his blood pressure and heart, Loen decided to run first.

Therefore, he rode at full speed and rushed to Thessaly, eager to devote himself to the great cause of protecting mankind.

So in just a few days, the two of them reached the border of Thessaly.

The chariot continued to move forward through the rugged roads of the Thessaly Mountains. However, when passing through a dense forest, the sound of metal clashing faintly came from the forest. Lorne suddenly tightened the reins and looked towards the source of the sound.

"It seems to be a centaur?"

Medea pointed to dozens of unique horseshoe prints on the side of the road and gave a reminder.

Lorne nodded, put the bronze chariot back into the emblem, and took Medea into the dense forest: "Let's go and take a look!"

At this time, inside the dense forest.

A tall female warrior with wheat-skinned skin, holding a spear and shield and wearing silver armor, was fighting alone with a group of centaurs.

"Bah! You four-hoofed animals actually dared to run wild on my territory and even dared to try to rob my bride in front of me. Do you really think there is no one left in Thessaly?"

The female warrior cursed and shot down a charging Centaur with a flying spear. She stepped on the Centaur's head and spat at the defeated opponent in front of her.

At this time, there were already more than a dozen Centaurs lying around her.

Her rude and violent behavior, coupled with the fact that she always called herself "Laozi", made this outstanding female warrior seem quite incongruous in terms of gender. The Centaur leader, wearing a bronze mask and holding a huge axe, stared at the exposed skin of the female warrior in front of him with wide eyes and mocked her in a muffled voice.

"Battlefield...women...go away...you are only fit to lie on the bed with your butt sticking up!"

"Hahahaha. What you said is really interesting. Try to say it again. I will chop off your head before you open your mouth."

The female warrior became furious upon hearing this and crushed the centaur's head on the ground with one foot. A ferocious look inconsistent with her beautiful appearance appeared on her face. She raised her spear and shield and rushed towards the centaur leader with great momentum.

"You dare to look down on me? Fuck you!"

Upon seeing this, the Centaur leader immediately pulled out a bronze javelin from behind him and shot at the female warrior rushing towards him.

The female warrior waved her round shield and easily blocked the javelin, sneering disdainfully.

"You still want to sleep with me? Haven't you eaten? You four-legged beast!"

Then, she swung the spear in her hand, piercing the body of the Centaur leader with violent force and nailing him to a tree.

"It seems that mine is still hard and big."

The female warrior, who had succeeded in her attack, started to taunt again, uttering obscene words. She then stepped forward and tried to pull out the spear that pierced both the centaur and the tree trunk.

However, as soon as she raised her hand to grasp the gun barrel, a strange red and black mud flow gushed out from the Centaur leader's wound and wrapped around the female warrior's arm like a winding snake.

What the hell? !
The female warrior was startled and was about to let go and step back, but unexpectedly she felt a strong sense of heaviness coming from under her feet.

She looked down and was shocked to find that her legs had been sunk into a pool of red and black mud. An indescribable chill spread through her arms and legs and into her body, causing her to feel sore and dizzy.

"She can't move!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The surrounding centaurs noticed something was wrong and couldn't help shouting excitedly.

"Come on, I'm going to tear you four-legged beasts to pieces!"

The female warrior gritted her teeth and roared, her face full of murderous intent.

The Centaurs, who had seen the fierce side of this woman, were intimidated by her aura and did not dare to step forward.

Just when the situation was at a stalemate, a smarter Centaur suddenly thought and shouted loudly.

"Cut down the tree! Cut down the tree!"

Upon hearing this, the Centaurs' eyes lit up and they brandished their weapons, pushing the fallen trees around them towards the motionless female warrior on the field.

Faced with the continuously falling huge trees, the female warrior who was unable to move was suddenly knocked to the ground, and her entire body almost sank into the red and black mud flow under her feet.

She struggled to stand up and cursed angrily.

"Damn bastard! What's the point of using dirty tricks? If you have the guts, let me out!"

However, the Centaurs were clearly not creatures that followed martial ethics, and seeing that their attack was effective, they continued to push the felled trees towards the female warriors on the field.

Faced with the trees that kept piling up on her body, the female warrior gradually lost her strength. Half of her face was sunk into the inexplicably red and black mud flow on the ground, and her breathing became increasingly difficult.

Seeing that she was about to be crushed to death by the pile of trees, the humiliated female warrior endured the dizziness of entering the red and black mud and let out an unwilling roar.

"One on one! Damn one on one!"

In response, the Centaurs gave them a huge tree that three people could hug together.

With the sound of the trunk breaking, the ancient tree that was pushed down by the joint force fell heavily onto the female warrior on the ground.

"boom!"

At the critical moment, a figure as fast as lightning broke through the air and punched the fallen tree. The whole tree was instantly broken into pieces under the huge force, turning into flying fragments all over the sky and shooting in all directions.

The Centaurs were caught off guard and their faces were covered in blood from the whistling wooden thorns. They could not help but cover their cheeks and scream in pain.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

With angry roars, the Centaurs brandished spears, shields and giant axes, and rushed towards the intruders who were disrupting the situation, ready to tear them into pieces.

However, before they could get close to the man, dozens of purple-red magic streams shot out from the dense forest and instantly pierced through the heads of more than a dozen Centaur companions.

This single blow instantly woke up the furious Centaurs.

They were filled with fear and retreated in haste, trying to escape from the bloody battlefield.

But as soon as they turned around, they saw dozens of silver-grey skeletons holding swords and shields, walking out in a group from the other side of the dense forest, completely blocking their way back.

Faced with a pincer attack, the Centaurs used their not-so-bright brains and rushed towards the nearest uninvited guest with gritted teeth.

Take him hostage first!

Seeing the Centaurs' choice, Medea, who was not far away, raised her hands and covered her eyes with pity.

After a familiar sound of flesh being torn, Loen shook off the flesh paste remaining on his hands, lowered his head to lift the last piece of wood, pulled out the female warrior buried underneath, and asked in a deep voice.

"Hey, is this still possible?"

"I can't die..."

The female warrior, with half of her body leaning on Lorne's shoulder, opened her mouth and answered weakly.

Lorne nodded and continued to ask.

"What's your name? Where do you live?"

"Kayneth... the Thessalians..."

The female warrior struggled to utter the final answer, but then she could no longer suppress the waves of dizziness in her head that were getting stronger and stronger. Her eyes went dark and she fell directly into Loen's arms.

is her?

Loen glanced at the wheat-skinned, exotic and sturdy beauty in his arms, then looked at the gradually fading red and black mud on the ground, turned his head to look at the fallen grass somewhere in the dense forest, and frowned slightly.

Something seems to be wrong with the area of ​​Thessaly.

(End of this chapter)