Chapter 649 Triple Great Hermes

"It's a long way from us, and you've heard it countless times, but every day I have to sing his story to you."

Accompanied by the desolate sound of the lyre, the old voice began to sing.

"Our city-state was once under the protection of a demigod, heir of the doubly great Hermes, who traveled thousands of miles in a day, and conveyed the great Hermes by his quick eyes and quick feet. God's oracle, we can survive the attack of the army of the underworld," bards have a unique skill, they can put any different sentences into their unchanging tunes, "but demigods can never Fighting against the real god, even if he is an evil god, an underworld demon spurned by fate, our city has fallen, but the demigod who protects us has invited the source of his power—"

The old man took a deep breath, squeezed out an exaggerated expression like a mask, and called out his sung name in a distant tone:

"Our savior, Hermes the Triple Great!"

...

The true face of the triple great Hermes has never been peeped by mortals, and the people living on the earth can only kiss his busy shadow.

He is sometimes a silver eagle called "Vedfernir" by the barbarians in the north. Its feathers show a metallic luster, and each feather reflects the ugliness and beauty of the soul like a mirror. His eyes fixed on everything in the world, and everything, including those undead from the underworld wriggling and crawling hidden in the darkness, would also be invisible in his eyes.

The eagle sometimes stood on top of a young man's head. The Egyptians who came from the southern coast of the Mediterranean told us that this was the god Thoth in their mythology. He was in charge of wisdom, magic and medicine, but most of them had seen him like this. It is always difficult for people who look good to connect the handsome man with the bird-headed half-human in the Egyptian murals who can only point half of the face at us. The Egyptians quibble that it is a problem of the painting angle—the bird Actually standing on his shoulders, covering his face.

However, he is indeed worthy of the title of god in charge of wisdom, magic and medical treatment, but it would be better if the picture scroll could face people face to face.

The image he most often shows in front of the world is a white cat that will never stop running. It will escape into the illusory realm from time to time, rushing to various places along the shadow of our soul, looking for survivors who survived the ravages of the underworld army. , he is Hermes, the god of travellers, who is always on the journey, and also protects us who have lost their homes and lost their homes, and have to embark on an unknown journey.

No one knows when the triple great Hermes started his journey. The gods on Mount Olympus have long since abandoned this land that once believed in them so much, allowing the dark clouds of the underworld to overwhelm our sun. Completely snatched away, only the Temple of Apollo in Delphi still had a trace of power to resist Pluto. The god Hermes, in spite of the prohibition of his father Zeus, stole the fire that Prometheus ignited from the heavens, and prepared to reintroduce the light to the sky. Bring it to the world.

Without the help of his brothers and sisters, he can't support himself. He can only use his divine power to shape an indomitable giant, carrying the first city-state he saved after he entered the world, wandering on the dark land of the Balkan Peninsula, serving the displaced victims. Provide safe shelter and delicious hot soup.

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The old man raised his head, and the surrounding buildings became clear. This is a small settlement built on a flat stone slab. It is only the size of a football field, but it is built with layers of buildings. A householder, a bent rusty iron nail was nailed to the front end of the stone slab, and an iron cable thicker than an ancient tree was threaded on the curved tip of the iron nail, stretched straight, pointing obliquely to the front. Emerald green towering pillars formed by tangled vines.

And that pillar was tied with an unknown number of identical iron chains, and an unknown number of homeless settlements like this stone slab were bound together.

On both sides of the stone slab are installed four wooden wheels with ravines cut out. The grooves are stuck on the two straight rails under the feet, and they move forward continuously under the traction of iron chains.

Smoke and dust rose in the sky in front of the Vineman. Someone once climbed up the Vineman along the iron chain and saw that the ups and downs in front were flattened one by one, and the silver elves were busy laying the rails, clearing the land for these fragile city-states. Enough to move forward.

The city-states marched north along the railway tracks day and night, people worked during the day and rested at night, with only two exceptions-at lunch and dinner, they stopped. In the words of Andros: "We can't take the last meal Tranquility is also taken away."

According to the person who climbed the vine man, when the city-states were advancing, he could hear the sound of earthquake-like footsteps under his feet, as if deep underground, there was a giant dragging these cities forward step by step. OK.

The old man raised his hand and pointed to the vine man in front: "I talked about it with a barbarian ranger in the north, and he told me that only their legendary world tree will grow to break through the sky, even if our heads are covered by clouds, it will still It can rise above the dark clouds and bring the sunlight needed for crop growth to the ground, and the body of the triple great Hermes, Vedfornir, perches on the top of the World Tree, using his eyes to see everything clearly Overlooking the world, and the triple great Hermes is just like that, he will turn into a steel eagle and fly to the top of the world tree, guiding us to the direction of recovery."

He plucked the strings violently, and the lyre in his hand made a "clank" beep, which really sounded like a mighty eagle flapping its wings that covered the sky.

"As far as I know, that should not be an eagle, but a falcon."

There was a discordant sound from the side of the old man. He turned around and saw a strange face of a northerner. This was a young man with blond hair. He was particularly eye-catching among a group of black-haired and black-eyed Greeks, but the residents here already I'm used to it, because the city-state dragged by the giant picks up homeless refugees every moment, and it's the same for him.

He waved his hand, glared at the young man, and signaled him to talk less if he had nothing to do.

It was noon at this time, even though the sky covered by dark clouds could not tell the day and night, the meals that were about to be distributed were enough to help them judge the time.

A boy about four years old slid down the iron rope, carrying a large wooden barrel that was much taller than him on his back. The cowhide rope was tied to his shoulders with the wooden barrel, but the boy didn't seem to be struggling. , as if nothing was recited.

The boy jumped off the big bent iron nails, rubbed the rust on the soles of the shoes on the slate, and said dissatisfiedly, "Your nails should be polished, Lord Andros said that rusty metal is easy to be dangerous."

He looked around at the people gathered in the open space beside the iron nails, silently counting the number of people, and he soon discovered that there was one more person.

The boy narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at the striking blonde hair. His expression changed quickly, but he quickly shut his mouth when he met the young man's up-and-coming gaze.

"Okay, I'll find a few people to sharpen the nails later."

"Don't get scratched by the rust," the boy instructed like a little adult, "I heard that someone in City No. 3 got sick because of being scratched by the rust, and almost died."

"Understood." The old man happily agreed. He was already very familiar with the boy who came to deliver meals every meal. He knew that this seemingly mature child would eagerly sit on the slate after distributing today's soup and rice. After playing around for a while, he was joking and saluted, "Understood, sir!"

Such an ordinary communication caused the people around to listen to the story to laugh, but the boy didn't seem to be in the mood to have fun today. He took the wooden barrel off his back and put it on the ground, saying: "You guys share it yourself, I'll have dinner." It's time to collect the barrels, if you are short of catties, you will know the consequences!"

He blushed and said this paragraph of sentences that was too complicated for him, glanced at the newcomers in the crowd, and left as if climbing the iron rope to escape.

"Strange," the old man opened the barrel, and took out a parcel full of bread that was a circle larger than the barrel, and then picked up the spoon, beckoning people to bring their own bowls, while filling soup for them Handing out cakes, wondering, "What's wrong with this kid? Is he in a relationship? Hey, Martin, are you young people starting to fall in love at the age of four or five now?"

"No," the young man who was called shook his head, "When I was my age, I only liked playing with boys!"

"Nothing," the old man tapped his head with a spoon, and began serving soup to the long line, singing about the "Trinity Hermes," and when the last person left with a bowl, the old man Glancing at the amount of the last bowl in the bucket and the last piece of bread in the bag, he looked at the young man who suddenly appeared, "Young man, use my bowl first for this meal, and remember to prepare it yourself when you find a job later. Bowl and spoon."

"No need, old man, you can eat." The young man took out a basket from his arms, "I still have some food left."

The old man didn't persuade him much, he took his own bowl and sat back to the original position, broke the dry noodles into pieces and soaked them in the soup, ate with one hand, played the piano with the other, and chewed and swallowed with his mouth. He was not idle either, and continued with the unfinished story.

"He's still the god of music," the old man sang, shaking his head. The lyre's timbre had a kind of quaint pathos. "This instrument is the treasure he left us to disperse the darkness."

The men, women and children sitting around were fascinated, and while they were rejoicing at the miraculous city-state under their feet, they were also worried about Hermes, who was fighting against Hades.

The longer the story is told, the achievements of Hermes have almost surpassed that of Zeus. In people's simple values, the more you do, the more praise you deserve.

"So why is he called Hermes the Triple Great?"

The young man at the side was eating the small tomatoes freshly produced in the mobile city-state, the luscious juice filled his mouth, and the sweet and sour taste stimulated his taste buds that had been boring for a long time, but this tooth-sucking, embarrassing The young man couldn't feel the taste of the fruit in his mouth at all, and his exposed toes were digging deeply into the straw-tanned sandals, looking like a hedgehog or porcupine with apples hanging all over his body.

"Because he has three forms, corresponding to the different legends of the three races in the refugee team." The old man stroked his beard, and from the young man's fruit basket, he quietly took out a fruit that he had been coveting for a long time. The young man fidgeted and didn't react to his surroundings. He threw the little tomato into his mouth in one gulp. The sweet juice burst in his mouth, and his tears couldn't help but flow out. He put his old palm on the lyre, bowed his head and said, "Great!" Hermes not only left us hope, let us eat fruit in such a doomsday, but also gave us such beautiful music."

"Uh... If you want to eat, this basket is all for you," the young man scratched his head, "Is what you said a bit rote? As far as I know, there is more than one person who saved these city-states. The result of the common survival of people in a city-state, 'Hermes', is a group of people."

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

The old man slapped the stone under his buttocks and glared at Nelson. The people around him who were listening to his singing also cast unkind glances. During the long journey, they had heard the old man sing "Three Great Hermes" countless times. The story of "Hermes" is different every time, and some new details will be filled in. Even in the singing of bards like the old man, the image of Hermes is becoming more and more full, "You Just be saved by him, don't insult our benefactor!"

"Uh, well, sorry."

This embarrassed young man was none other than Nelson. He raised his hand to beg for forgiveness: "I'm sorry, I'm new here and I don't understand the rules here."

"I just saw it." The old man bit another half of a small tomato and spared Nelson for the sake of the fruit. "Looking at your blond hair, you should come from the north. What a bad luck. You might as well not come. In the past We always say that people in the north are barbarians, they can’t see the sun for half of the year, and can’t sleep well for the other half, but now, you can at least see half of the sun and sleep well.”

"It will be fine," Nelson nodded. "We are heading north. In two months, we will leave the Balkan Peninsula and the range of the dark clouds."

"Thank you Mie-"

Nelson didn't want to hear that name anymore. "Three Great Hermes" was well-known among wizards, but that was the pen name used by wizards of a secret society when they published articles in the first and second centuries AD. Indicates that their research on magic has achieved the trinity of Hermes in ancient Greece, Thoth in ancient Egypt, and Mercury in ancient Rome, but they did not expect that Mercury was already in people's fictions before it was born. Appeared, in order to fill Mercury's vacancy, and even forcibly stuffed the eagle on the top of the World Tree into it.

Listening to the old man talking non-stop at noon, Nelson was afraid that he was a poet like Homer, who would record his deeds in such an exaggerated way, which would make him suffer two thousand years of embarrassment for no reason, so he hurriedly interrupted the old man. if:

"Are you literate?"

"No, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, I have something to do, so I'll take my leave first." Nelson waved at him, "I'll come to see you later, and I'll bring some delicious fruit when the time comes... how about raw cherries?"