Thanks to Uruk's Advanced Training 3/3

Behind the third line of defense, in the makeshift tents, monsters, heroes, gods and other figures came and went in a hurry.

"What is the status of the reinforcements from all sides?"

"The nearby city-states can mobilize up to 80% of their forces, which are currently encamped outside the city. However, our personnel have suffered heavy losses, and nearly half of them need rest and treatment."

"Teacher Ma, you, along with Asclepius (the god of medicine) Orpheus, should summon the Magecraft and healers of the Athenian Academy, and also borrow priests and priests from Delphi to form a medical team to treat the wounded immediately."

The security of the inner city can be relaxed slightly, allowing those who still have the energy to work in three shifts to take turns defending it.

As for the missing Magic Potion ingredients, go find Daphne and the Three Sisters of the Night, and have them lead the Nymph from the Arima's Cave to collect and transport them. We just looted some from the Sacred Garden; that should solve our immediate problem.

"Ren, I'll take care of it right away!"

Upon hearing this, the wise man Chiron nodded earnestly and immediately led a group of students to treat the wounded.

Upon hearing the assignment, Daphne hurriedly flapped her wings and led her group of sisters to follow in a flurry.

Samael then began to look through the emergency statistics and the parchment scrolls reporting the situation, while talking to his old acquaintances in the tent, assigning tasks and proposing solutions.

"The reinforcements from Thebes encountered sporadic enemy resistance."

Heracles, Castor, and Pollux, lead the rested Sparta soldiers to reinforce your allies. Remember, your primary objective is to cover their retreat; do not linger in battle. Every ounce of strength is extremely precious now.

Hercules solemnly pounded his chest and nodded, took the parchment scroll, glanced at it, paused slightly, looked at his friend who was buried in his head, and his facial features softened considerably.

The Thebes army seemed to be a mix of civilians and soldiers, and surprisingly, one of its members was a wife with whom he had a broken relationship.

Heracles raised his hand to his three sons, whom he had just regained, and went out to carry out his orders.

Meanwhile, the Sparta Twin Swordsmen, along with a number of divine blood guards, surrounded Heracles, wanting to support their own.

"Iolcus has fallen? A large influx of refugees? So quickly?"

"Caenis, I'm giving you three Pegasus squads to meet these refugees. Athens is too far; settle them in the valley beyond the third line of defense. There's nowhere absolutely safe anymore."

"Ha, Theseus, you finally remembered me! If I stay with these coastal creatures any longer, I'll go moldy!"

The dark-skinned female warrior stretched her arms and waist, eagerly leaving the Thessaly camp, carrying her mission, and excitedly went to assemble the troops.

The Sea Demigod glared angrily after being unjustly belittled. If it weren't for Peleus and Telamon stopping them, that bratty little sister who always offends people with her words would probably have been ganged up on and beaten up on the spot.

Sooner or later, I'll die because of my own mouth!

Samael glanced at Caenis, who was swaggering away, and then looked up at Thessaly.

"There's a gap on the Iolcus side. To prevent those things from flanking us, the task of intercepting them in the coastal waters is assigned to you."

"Yes, Your Highness..."

Peleus and nodded, using a rather fitting title for the figure surrounded by the three goddesses Athena, Medusa, and Themis.

Now, all the nations of mankind obey the call of Athens and Mount of Ares.

Theseus, being both the new King of Athens and the master of Mount of Ares, naturally deserved to sit on the throne as the leader of the Greek city-states and the human alliance.

"Xiao Jiu, go with Snake's Tonglin in the back mountain to restrain the magical beasts in Arima's Cave. If they disobey, consider it your meal!"

"Hiss!"

"Boss, take some acquaintances and sneak into the nearby harbors and hills to set up sentries and closely monitor the movements in the Stormy Sea Region. Report to me every ten minutes!"

"Ming!"

"Stheno, Euryale, I heard you've brought a craftsman from Daedalus? Have him repair the walls. Report the materials and manpower he needs to Themis!"

"Alright, alright, all you ever do is boss people around..."

"Athena, go and gather the troops. I need to know exactly how many men are available in two hours."

"Don't worry, leave it to me!"

"..."

Things were proceeding in an orderly manner. In just half an hour, the problems that had accumulated at both the front and back were resolved one by one, and fewer and fewer people were coming and going from the tent.

Medusa, who was also severely depleted and had been deliberately left in the tent to recover, stared blankly at the table, sometimes frowning in thought, sometimes speaking, and sometimes flipping through the parchment scrolls to analyze the situation.

Without looking up, Samael approved the last parchment scroll on the table concerning the replenishment of damaged armor, then tossed it to Sisyphus.

Huh? You want me to take the token of Mount of Ares and go to Hephaestus, the god of fire, to ask for supplies?

You haven't mentioned the quantity yet? How much you can produce depends on my abilities.

Sisyphus twitched his lips and walked out of the tent with a sigh.

"Is there a problem with you looking at me like that, Anna?"

The gentle inquiry, though spoken to Medusa, struck her like a thunderclap.

The goddess looked flustered and at a loss, and stammered out a sentence.

"No... nothing... it just feels like I've arrived at the Royal Palace Divine Tower of Uruk."

"It does evoke some nostalgia; I learned a lot there."

After a few brief sighs, Samael tidied the table, got up, and went to the sand table set up inside the tent to analyze the situation.

"Well, Samael, you were once the Shepherd King of Uruk, and you have accumulated valuable experience in handling emergencies. People from all the city-states are willing to trust you. Otherwise, things would really be a bit tricky."

Medusa composed herself, a nostalgic smile on her face, her crimson eyes Gilgamesh.

Clearly, even after thousands of years, those warm memories will never fade. Compared to Greece, this girl still prefers the atmosphere of Uruk.

Samael made subtle adjustments to the deployment of military forces on the sand table and tossed a handbook to the fat owl preening its feathers on the shelf.

This little guy, who had once delivered Golden Apple and was clearly lured by snacks and fed until he was chubby, blinked his still intelligent eyes, picked up the bamboo tube, and conveyed a message to his mistress Athena.

"Alright, I've arranged most of the things on hand. For the remaining troubles, we'll have to deal with them on the spot. Come on, let's go for a walk."

Samael then let out a long sigh of relief, waved behind him, and Medusa nodded with pursed lips and followed in small steps.

The moment I stepped out of the tent, I felt a warm, jade-like touch in the palm of the ancient snake's hand.

Samael looked down at the slender, boneless hand, a half-smile playing on his lips.

Medusa, standing nearby, blushed deeply and tried to pull her fingers away as if electrocuted, but was held tightly...

Then, the curtain was rolled up, and two figures standing side by side, their fingers interlocked, walked further and further away.

Along the way, the city was ravaged, and both people and gods were in a hurry. An anxious and gloomy atmosphere permeated the air, and there was a sense of impending doom everywhere.

Samael, who inspected the area along the way, helped allocate resources and solve problems, but in reality, he didn't have much free time.

When the defensive line had been halfway through, a series of noises came from the gate of a camp that received Divine Blood Hero and provided them with supplies and lodging.

"Only those of high rank are qualified to enter here. Do you think you can get through by deception?"

The impatient gatekeeper shoved aside a disheveled, travel-worn fellow.

"I am truly a wicked man!"

The pale-faced, bluish-haired man argued angrily.

The gatekeeper glanced at his empty hands with utter disdain.

"You don't even have a decent weapon, yet you claim to be one? Who can prove it? I've seen plenty of people like you who want to take advantage of others."

"I..."

The man in blue looked embarrassed, but in the end he gritted his teeth, lowered his head, remained silent, and turned to leave.

"I can testify for him; he deserves to go in..."

Just then, a sudden and familiar voice made Qingyi, who had been frustrated at the door, freeze. She turned to look at the source of the voice, her face showing astonishment, and she stammered.

"Old... Lord Theseus..."

"It's been so long, Jason..."

Samael smiled slightly and nodded faintly.