Chapter 432: Kondeniya and Meng Yi

In the human world, near a river in the south of the continent.

The closer to the south, the denser the water network on the ground, and even river gods and lake gods are often seen.

He didn't know anything about what happened on Mount Olympus. With the help of Ander, it didn't take too long for Hercules to come to this place that could be called a dividing line.

To the north of here is the country shrouded by the faith of the Olympian gods.

To the south, there are undeveloped wilderness and rivers, and the goal of his trip is hidden there.

As for the east, there is a well-known sin city.

It is not Silver Moon City. In fact, few people under the rule of Olympus have really seen the wizards of Silver Moon City, but this "Sin City" is different.

It is the city with the farthest radiation in the sphere of influence of Silver Moon City, and it is also the city closest to Olympus.

If Silver Moon City is far away, then this is the enemy at hand.

In fact, in the past years, there has never been a lack of brutal fighting under this city.

"Condonia, you should have heard of it."

There was a pocket on the clothes on his chest, and the puppet showed its head in front of Hercules.

He looked around and talked casually.

Indistinctly, Ander could still see some shadows of the Bronze Age here.

Obviously, the former survivors inherited the old culture very well.

Whether it was architecture or art, you could see the traces left by the ancestors.

"Condonia...I did hear a little about it."

Looking at the big city in the distance, Hercules was amazed.

Although it was just a border city, the prosperity here was no less than that of the royal city of Thebes.

"I heard that this is where most wizards in the world once studied. As for Silvermoon City, it is said that few spellcasters who went there to study came back."

"Even the great alchemist and wizard Hermes of Athens once studied here when he was young."

"If it weren't for Condenia, he might not have achieved what he has today." (See 3-173)

The city is located on both sides of the river. Hercules can clearly see the scene over there.

The river flows from southwest to northeast, dividing the entire city into two.

The northwest part generally receives merchants from various countries on the continent, while the southeast part is under the jurisdiction of officials sent by Silvermoon City.

This division was originally intended to reduce the conflicts caused by different beliefs and systems, but ironically, when night fell, Hercules, who stood here and watched from afar, felt that he saw primitiveness and backwardness.

A river separates the two sides.

One side has flickering lights, while the other side is as bright as day.

Because there is a tower suspended there, and at the top of the tower, a light ball that is enough to illuminate half of the city is lit.

"That's the [Artificial Sun]. A bard who believed in me once came here."

"It is said that this is a creation created by the people of Silver Moon City using the remains of the ancient sun god. It has a very strong curse property, but these spellcasters somehow exempted it."

"But to be honest, the reason why Silver Moon City put it here is somewhat provocative. Because it is said that each [Artificial Sun] can actually make a demigod on earth - as long as he can withstand the curse of the ancient god."

"So has anyone succeeded?" Hercules asked

"No, that's what I want to say."

The puppet's mouth opened and closed, and it was unknown what it relied on to make sounds.

Looking at the bright "sun", Ander continued to narrate.

"They put the [Artificial Sun] here to mock the believers of the Olympian gods."

"After all, they can use witchcraft, but no one in the continent can use it."

Nodding silently, Hercules felt that he had learned something again.

These were not in his past education, even though he had been taught by scholars.

But it is also true that scholars from the continental countries will not tell these bad histories. Perhaps only an "evil god" like Ander can talk about these things without hindrance.

"Oh, by the way, as far as I know, the establishment of Condonia City actually has an interesting history of city building."

"It involves a very old-fashioned love story, which has been compiled into scripts by many poets and sung everywhere... Hehe, that's why I learned about it."

It seems that he is in a good mood, or perhaps it is because he has rarely had the opportunity to communicate with others on an equal footing for thousands of years.

As Hercules rushed to the city, Ander continued to preach with great interest.

"The city of Condonia, its name is actually a combination of 'Connie' and 'Deo'."

"It is said that this was built by a man named 'Connios' when Silvermoon City began to expand from a simple city to a country."

"The first generation of great prophets worshipped by the people of Silvermoon City at that time had passed away, and they went in different directions under the guidance of different ideas."

"Some of them chose to stay, and some chose to leave. Some even found the buildings left over from the golden age and traces of their lives."

"This man named Connios found the remains of this city and built this city on it."

"He was a powerful warrior, and one of the few who touched the edge of divinity before reaching the end of his life without relying on the power of the gods - he may have crossed it, or he may not. After all, although relying on the blood of the gods is a shackle after reaching a certain level, it is the greatest help before becoming a demigod. Throughout the ages, the number of people who can take this step by relying on the power of pure mortals can actually be counted on one's fingers."

"Of course, no matter how glorious he was in the past, he and his story have now turned into a wisp of dust in history."

"Then what?"

Hercules was listening intently, and suddenly saw that Ander stopped talking, and he couldn't help but ask a question subconsciously.

He didn't feel anything about the so-called shackles, but he was still quite interested in the origin of this city.

But the puppet just pointed to the half of the city that was separated in the distance, where two bronze statues stood.

"Just as you can see."

"The young man named Conios built this city to fulfill the promise he made in the past, but he died because of it."

"In his last battle before his death, he defeated the enemy - the believers of your Olympian gods, and at that time he touched the edge of divinity, but his life also came to an end."

"Deo rushed here after learning about this, but when she came to the river, Conios had already died on the battlefield on the other side."

"She later stayed in this city and became a priest here. As for what kind of grudges and hatreds there were in the process..."

The puppet smiled and spread his hands.

"There are many versions of the poem, and there are more than one script."

"But I don't know which one is true, or maybe none of them are true."

"But anyway, the city was named after them and has been passed down to this day." (See 3-145/147)

"... So that's it, opening up a city for a promise... It's really an interesting story."

Compared to the city itself and Connius's heroic deeds, Hercules actually didn't feel the meaning of Connius's existence, after all, he had never experienced the so-called love.

Even the separation of life and death, when he learned that people could be resurrected from the dead, he didn't care so much.

He just sighed and walked towards the city gate. At least from this story, the grievances between Silver Moon City and the Olympus states are indeed long-standing.

There was no guard or inspection in Condonia City, perhaps because of confidence, or perhaps because of secret means, anyway, Hercules entered the city easily.

On the one hand, he came here to get a closer look at the situation in Silver Moon City. After all, it was more like a mysterious restricted area for the continental countries.

On the other hand, he was looking for the traces of the nine-headed serpent Hydra.

Unlike the Nomisa giant lion controlled by Ander, the nine-headed sea monster is not a dead thing and will not stubbornly stay in one place.

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"Huh--"

"Sir, I wonder if you have heard of the nine-headed serpent monster?"

After finding a place to settle down, Hercules began to inquire about the news.

What happened to Silver Moon City was a matter for the future. He still had a way to learn about it. Killing Hydra first was the top priority at the moment.

Ander could actually do this kind of thing for him. As one of the sources of the profession of bards in the world, he didn't know how much news he had learned over the past thousand years.

But this was Hercules's trial after all. Although Ander didn't mind helping, he still preferred to let him act on his own in such a small matter.

Hercules had no objection to this. After all, he didn't think it was difficult to inquire about the news.

However, after half a day, he had to admit that he had underestimated the difficulty of the matter.

"I am Hercules from Thebes, and I am here to kill demons. If you have any relevant information, please tell me, I am willing to pay for it."

"But if you tell me some lies to deceive me, then I am not easy to mess with!"

At the end, I don't know if my face is a little red or black.

In the pocket on Hercules' chest, Ander moved at the right time.

The young hero is not lacking in wisdom, but he was still accidentally deceived.

If Ander hadn't said that the so-called 'Siren address' he got was probably fake, I'm afraid he would have stupidly looked for it.

"Nine-headed Siren Hydra?"

The names are a little different, but it is obviously due to the difference in accents caused by different regions.

Looking at the old man in front of him, Hercules nodded affirmatively.

"That's it, I wonder if you three know its whereabouts?"

"Hmm..."

The old man in the lead hesitated for a moment, and he looked at the hero in front of him.

The god of the west wind did not lie. He had spread the news of Hercules killing the giant lion.

But it takes time for the news to spread. What happened in the north could not spread to the south of the continent in such a short time.

So naturally no one knew the name of Hercules, and the old man just shook his head.

"I know where Hydra is, but I can't tell you."

"Young man, there were many people like you who hoped to do great things and become famous in one fell swoop, but their results were not very good."

"They either died or managed to escape, but were contaminated by the poisonous blood of the nine-headed sea monster and suffered painful torture for the rest of their lives."

"You should go back to where you came from. This is not what you should do."

"Old man, just because others can't do it doesn't mean I can't do it."

"I am the son of a god, and I came here to kill the monsters under the guidance of the gods."

It was not easy to meet an old man who seemed to know something, so Hercules was naturally unwilling to give up.

He immediately told his origins. After all, there are still few people in the world who dare to joke with the gods.

Hearing this, the old man was obviously stunned for a moment.

He looked at the young hero again, and then sighed.

"Young man, I don't know if you really have this ability."

"But if you want to go, then I will go with you."

"To be honest, the reason why I know Hydra is because I have a grudge against it."

"My three children were abducted by it and their whereabouts are still unknown. People in our village also died because of it. Only I survived because I was out at the time."

"Since you really want to fight it, let me lead the way for you. If you succeed, then I can also regard it as revenge."

"If you can't succeed, then let me die with them."

The old man's words stopped Hercules' refusal from his lips. If there is such hatred, then it is reasonable for him to choose to go with him.

Although he may not be able to take care of the old man during the battle, the other party has already reported his death, how can he refuse?

"Okay, old man, I can take you... Speaking of which, I don't know what to call you?"

"My name is Meng Yi."

With hatred, the old man gritted his teeth and said.

"My brothers Meng Er and Meng San both died at the hands of the sea monster, and my favorite grandson Amon is also missing."

"As long as Hydra can be killed, there is nothing I can't give, and my life is no exception!"

"Hmm..."

"Meng... Yi...?"

The name feels a bit sloppy, but considering that not everyone understands culture, it doesn't seem strange.

In later generations, Eastern countries still use the ranking order of Zhong, Shu, Ji, etc. as folk names, and similar situations are even more common in Chaos.

It's just that the names are recorded in numbers, which is normal...Thinking of this, Hercules nodded.

"Okay, in this case, then Mr. Meng Yi, let's rest for a day, and then trouble you to lead the way for me."

"As long as you can lead me to the location of the demon, I will definitely kill it and avenge your family."