Just Looking Out for Your Own Fun! 2/3

"Why are you bothering with this kind of thing?"

Beneath the tree, the ancient snake gently shook its head, but still accepted the energy potion.

Jason raised the small bottle, grinned, lightly touched it with Samael's, tilted his head back, drank it all in one gulp, swallowed comfortably, and then casually agreed.

"There's nothing I can do. Compared to you exceptionally talented heroes, I'm just too ordinary. If I hadn't been fortunate enough to receive instruction from Master Chiron, I probably wouldn't even be able to defeat an ordinary soldier."

The blonde girl helplessly spread her hands, then a smile returned to her face.

"However, on stage, I am the best audience member, and in the audience, I am a decent actor. As long as we don't try to compare them, I am popular on both sides, which is pretty good."

"Yeah, that's good too, cheers."

Samael smiled faintly, raised the medicine bottle, and clinked glasses with him for a drink.

Jason's tense body gradually relaxed.

The ancient serpent looked at Jason, whose smile was even more radiant, and murmured to itself.

Popular? Perhaps.

This socialite who was fraternizing with those heroes last night wasn't chosen immediately.

Even the teams of Heracles and Prince of Calydon, who were on good terms with him, were already full long ago.

Pure friendship certainly exists.

But in this hunt for reputation and profit, Jason, who was skilled at "covering the rear," was naturally not someone anyone wanted to consider.

If it weren't for their increasingly awkward situation, Jason, the "heartthrob of the bar," wouldn't have approached their equally marginalized team to ask for a collaboration.

Samael was willing to lend a helping hand and introduce Jason to the group precisely because he saw Jason's predicament.

Aside from the goodwill he developed towards this man due to a game in his past life, Jason's network of connections was also necessary for the Ancient Serpent's plan.

The famous Argonaut Expedition gathered 50 of the most outstanding heroes in early Greece, all of whom came from all directions at Jason's call.

This personal charisma and ability to rally supporters were something even Samael had to admire.

"Buzz!"

Just as the rest was about to end, an arrow shot into the sky with a sharp, piercing sound.

Warning signal! A team has spotted the Demon Boar!

After Atalanta locked onto Fang Yu, her expression turned serious, and she summoned her troops to quickly advance towards the source of the sound.

"Watch out for the left! Don't let those bastards break in!"

"Roar! Roar roar!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

On a gentle slope where trees had fallen in abundance, two muscular warriors roared in unison, stirring up an etheric resonance, and with their shields raised, they managed to withstand the charge of four or five brown-haired wild boars, each over a meter tall.

"Pierce your spear and thrust!"

After withstanding the initial impact, the two seized an opening, slightly widened their shields, and thrust their spears, engraved with divine runes, precisely into the boar's eye sockets and mouth, piercing its skull and stirring it.

A thick, red and white liquid splattered out, staining the lush green grass. Even in its dying moments, the wild boar raised its tusks, seeking revenge, its roars radiating hysterical madness.

Among them, one with red divine markings growing on its brownish-yellow skin stood upright like a human, then stomped its hooves on the ground.

Suddenly, a yellowish-brown halo surged, the ground cracked, and several rock spikes emerged one after another.

Caught off guard, the two soldiers scrambled to dodge, creating gaps in the formidable shield formation.

Seeing this, several wild boars bared their tusks, roared, and charged forward.

Just as these beasts were about to advance into the formation, two figures flashed out one after another, their golden and black longswords weaving a dense net of swords, cutting down the charging wild boars into rolling pieces, with foul-smelling blood flowing freely.

However, the moment the two figures suddenly advanced, the ground shook, rows of trees were uprooted, and a demonic boar about seven or eight meters tall with red divine patterns spreading across its body, led its offspring and charged from behind the gentle slope.

The rear guard, a thin and pale-faced warrior, seemed unsteady on his feet, struggling to hold his spear and shield.

Oh no!

The two figures who had charged into the small herd of wild boars had a drastic change in expression and immediately turned to retreat, but the speed at which the boars were charging ahead from behind made it impossible for them to keep up.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

At the critical moment, a bright white "rain of light" fell from the sky, and dozens of wild boars charging forward were impaled and killed by the barrage of arrows.

However, due to the dispersion of magic, this cleansing could only wash away some weak minions with little resistance, and still could not completely eliminate the crisis.

However, immediately afterward, two figures suddenly emerged from behind the bushes on one side, wielding long spears and knocking away numerous wild boars that blocked their path.

"Keep your eyes peeled up ahead, don't let a single one escape! We'll take care of this!"

Atalanta, who arrived just in time, shouted a signal and, as he spoke, nimbly moved through the tree branches, drawing his bow and arrow in quick succession, launching a barrage of fire against the emerging wild boar herd.

"Hahahaha, kill!"

Caenis grinned wildly, hacking and slashing through the wild boar herd, killing the beasts until they cried out in agony. As the stench of blood filled the air, the manic woman's eyes turned red, and she grew more and more excited as she killed, eventually charging directly at the giant demonic boar.

What an idiot! All he cares about is his own pleasure! He deserves to be buried alive!

Samael rolled his eyes at the sight, then his gaze sharpened as he sensed the change in the surrounding atmosphere.

"Roar!"

In an instant, before one wave subsided, another arose; a seven- or eight-meter-tall demonic boar charged in from the side.

"Bang!"

Just then, Samael took a running start and hurled his spear, which pierced straight into the giant boar's eye socket, causing the monster to leap erratically and roar in pain halfway through its charge.

Immediately, the ancient serpent hung its shield on the upper side of its arm, took the longbow from its back, and charged forward, clearing out several small wild boars that were charging at it.

"Get out of my way!"

At the front of the battle, a wild boar, riddled with arrows and with bloodshot eyes, was sent flying by a raised shield.

Are you alright?

The thin soldier who stood on the ground paused for a moment, then nodded subconsciously.

"Get out of the way!"

Just as the young soldier was about to say a few words of thanks, the man in front of him frowned, shouted, and grabbed "him" by the arm.

As he stumbled into the arms of his rescuer, the thin soldier was shocked to discover that dozens of sharp rock spikes were protruding from the spot where he had just been standing.

"We're fighting Warcraft! If you want to live, don't just stand there, understand?"

Samael frowned and snorted as he looked at the hunting party members who were occasionally clamoring with God. The skinny warrior hurriedly broke free and nodded timidly.

"There are so many wild boars in the forest, it's almost a beast tide. You two, come closer to me!"

The ancient serpent casually drew a spare spear from behind another muscular warrior, tapped it against the shield with a unique rhythm, and gave a deep command.

Upon hearing the familiar signal, the two soldiers instinctively adopted a fighting stance, with Samael at the center.

"And you, do you even know how to finish off an opponent with a sword? Stay close to us and don't wander off!"

The thin, frail participant was also summoned by the ancient serpent and pulled into the formation.

Sure enough, it was the Sparta phalanx!

After completing the ritual, Samael turned his head and glanced at the uneasy, thin warrior behind him, his brow furrowing slightly.

But how come there's a woman who's just a burden in there?