Everyone, go on ahead-I'll bring up the rear! 1/3

Neigh~~

On the desolate plains, warhorses neighed, and plumes of dust rose in the air. Led by Prince Ka, the heroes arrived at the area that had been sealed off by Calydon's soldiers.

Armed with guns and shields, the martial law soldiers scattered throughout the passes, after confirming the identities of the troops, solemnly pounded their chests in salute, then pulled open the sharpened barricades and watched the expeditionary force depart.

Upon arriving outside the Northwest Forest, Meleager gave a few brief instructions and then waved to signal.

The heroes, in groups of five, nodded and dispersed, their hooves clattering as they circled the edge of the forest, heading towards different areas to prepare for a pincer movement and encirclement.

A moment later, five figures, leaving behind a trail of people, also entered the forest.

Passing through a thin layer of mist, the scenery before my eyes opened up, with towering trees reaching straight into the clouds, and thick leaves casting patches of green shade. It wasn't until noon that the thick mist began to dissipate.

Even so, the bright sunlight, passing through the gaps and breaking through the shadows, only left some inconspicuous dappled spots after entering the forest.

A gentle breeze caressed his face. Samael took a deep breath. The plants exuded a vibrant, fresh fragrance, while the decaying odor of leaves mingled together, making his nose itch and prompting him to sneeze.

Tonlin and the Goddess of Hunting, you've really given Calydon a tough problem...

The ancient serpent looked around at the strangely large, clearly mutated outer plants and the lingering gloom that enveloped the forest, and shook its head slightly.

"Smack!"

Just as Samael was feeling sentimental, a slap landed on the back of his head, the cold reprimand echoing in his ears.

"Come on! Don't stray from the group! Proceed according to plan!"

Atalanta waved and scolded from behind, and the ancient serpent, knowing better, raised its Bronze Shield and spear and moved to the left of its leader, joining the other four humanoids in an inverted V-formation to follow the trail and explore forward.

At that moment, the weapons Samael currently possessed were all ordinary items selected from the Calydon armory.

His explanation to Atalanta was that the Dunlin wasn't just inhabited by monsters.

If you reveal those good things ahead of time, they will inevitably attract attention, and you might not be able to protect them.

It's important to know that, not to mention the rare and precious weapons Divine Construct, the Greeks didn't even spare the ordinary bronze armor worn by their generals when they were cleaning up the battlefield.

Killing enemies and stripping them of their armor is a way to flaunt military power and gain honor.

Atalanta readily agreed to Samael's request to remain hidden.

On one hand, the things he carried made even the Huntress herself tempted to rob him, let alone the other heroes who were in even worse shape.

On the other hand, the fact that these women participated in the men's revelry had already caused discontent. If a real conflict broke out, it could spread the contradictions, and Atalanta was not confident that she could withstand the hostility of these Greek Heroes.

After all, Heracles, Peleus, Telamon, Prince of Calydon, and the Sparta twins Castor and Pollux were not simple characters.

After Samael reminded her, she realized that she not only had to be wary of the monsters that appeared, but also of her companions in the hunting party.

Therefore, since entering the forest, Atalanta has been on high alert, his muscles tense, and his right hand fingers never leave the bowstring, fully entering a hunting state.

In reality, Samael was simply too lazy to take out his divine equipment and cause himself trouble, and by the way, he continued to receive protection from the boss as the weakling.

Sometimes, when you tell too many lies and get too caught up in the act, the fake becomes the real thing.

Samael glanced at Atalanta's serious profile beside him and had no choice but to obediently play the role of guard, extinguishing any romantic thoughts that might arise from their close contact.

The five of them lowered their voices and slowed their breathing, following the old signs of destruction left around them, and moved closer to the monster boar's lair in the cave.

Skilled in tracking and with extensive hunting experience, Atalanta as the arrowhead, while Samael and Caenis, armed with spears and shields, maintained a safe distance, supporting each other from both sides. Each also carried a longbow, ready to be used if needed.

At the end, the Great Circe the Witch, holding her staff, casts Magecraft protective spells on her teammates and is always ready to enhance their physical abilities, speed, strength, and so on with High-Speed Divine Word when a crisis breaks out.

"Hey, can you stop hiding behind me? Are you protecting me, or am I protecting you?"

After walking for a while, Circe a dark face and chased away the figure that had unknowingly circled behind her and was lurking around.

"Ahem, I'll cover the rear, I'll cover the rear."

Jason, sword and shield in hand, peeked out cautiously, a forced smile on his face.

The fight hasn't even started yet, buddy, what the hell are you talking about?

Samael rubbed his forehead with one hand, speechless.

Well, there's another one in the team now, and he's starting to regret bringing this guy along.

"Did you shove this guy in here just to amuse us?"

During the brief rest, Caenis, who was next to him, habitually poked him once or twice, and snorted disdainfully.

"Well, he's quite alert, and he can boost morale with special techniques."

As the recommender, Samael glanced at Jason and began to explain his reasons.

"That so-called special method to boost morale is to have him hold a harp and sing and play it for us with divine incantations? Do they want us to die even faster than before?"

"Good alertness. Does that mean the Demon Pig is coming and it's the fastest runner?"

This time, not only Caenis, but even Circe, who was close by, couldn't help but complain.

"So you mean to just leave him here?"

The ancient snake slightly raised its eyes, crossed its arms, leaned against the tree, and looked at the two with a half-smile, before opening its lips to ask a question.

"I, I didn't mean that, I was just complaining."

Circe, recalling the terror of being dominated by snakes, shrank back in fear and hurriedly declared his position.

"Tch, no need for that. Just make sure the demonic boar doesn't block my way when it comes out!"

Caenis proudly raised her chin, not forgetting to give herself a compliment.

It's alright. These teammates aren't exactly great benefactors, but we can still manage to get along reasonably well.

However, you, a male bar social butterfly, don't really get along with female heroes.

Samael's eyes dimmed, and he moved to the side where Jason was standing guard.

"Come, come, brother, take a look at this, it's a good stuff."

The blond youth stealthily pulled two small medicine bottles from his bundle, tossed one to Samael, and uncorked it, releasing a faint aroma of fruit and wine.

"You dare drink while hunting? Aren't you afraid Ata will shoot your ass?"

"No way! I haven't lived enough yet. It's just an energy booster with a little bit of medicinal wine and honey in it."

As Samael asked with a strange expression, Jason glanced at the hunting captain who had jumped onto a tree branch in the distance to observe the situation, and then offered a slightly pale explanation.