Vol 2 Chapter 202: ·Escaped Celtic and Kratos

Kratos will never forget that afternoon.
When people live, they need money. In order to survive, Kratos took up his weapon and once again walked to the mountain forest-she had no friends without father or mother, or nobody wanted to make friends with a wild man. I don’t know the word, the school in Athens is a special privilege for noble children.
When his mother, Calisto, ran towards him, Kratos was not happy at all. Instead, everything was full of murderous intentions.
When Kratos thrust the spear in his hand at Calisto, Kratos could clearly see a look of consternation and a deep sorrow in the bear's eyes.
Kratos has never seen such a complex emotion on a beast. What shocked Kratos even more was that the bear did not evade the slightest—although the mother bear had reacted, Kratos was attacking him!
And when the spear was about to fall in the heart of the mother bear, on the road to nowhere else, a swift bow shot accurately hit the spear tip of Kratos spear. Feeling a violent attack, Kratos' movement suddenly staggered, and his spear crossed the edge of the mother bear. Looking at the big bear already in close proximity, just as Kratos felt desperate, the bear did not attack him, but held him in his arms intimately... This made Kratos froze. In place.
Later, a group of heavily armed soldiers appeared in front of him. Kratos has never seen such an army, the armor of rescue is meticulous, and the face of the female head is shining undoubtedly with firm and repressed anger.
At first, Kratos could not understand this anger. Until the mage named Merlin who stood behind the knight put her staff on the mother bear, she felt that the black steel needles of some stiff mother bears became soft and smooth. Long hair, feeling the touch of the blood, and the tears flowing down his body. Kratosna's memory sealed by Hera was unlocked.
Prior to this, Kratos had wondered why the mother bear did not evade or counterattack. And now, Kratos knows... that is the last thing a mother can do for a child.
The knights left enough food for their mother and son and left, leaving in the direction of Mount Olympus. Until now, Kratos still remembers, the anger on the faces of these knights-as if the dogma they abide by has been greatly insulted.
And Kratos, looking at his mother who cried and cried in her arms, also fell into unprecedented anger-he had no inherited memory from his father, but at the moment when Merlin lifted the seal of Kratos’ memory, Kratos Si saw what his mother used to be-the one who didn't care about the tyranny he had suffered and brought up with painstaking care. Even if he is cursed and turned into a bear, he sends food to his door every day, in order to avoid being unable to integrate into the group, he hides in the mountain forest, the mother who devoted herself to making herself prosperous. .
"Zeus-Hera!!!!!!"
Kratos has never been as angry as he is now, even if he wanders in the city of Athens, picks up waste, is chased by the people of the restaurant, and is thrown into the dirty smelly ditch by the nobleman. Binocular congestion, the face is full of bursting blood vessels.
Then, with his mother, he killed the knights who saw them, and was ordered by Hera to hunt down their hunters and hounds. Then, without looking back, he took his mother to the direction opposite to the holy mountain of Olympus-Sparta!
Although Zeus had been prohibiting people from discussing Sparta, Kratos was no longer the simple and ignorant wanderer once he was exposed to his mother's memory fragments—but an avenger.
"Mother, I will kill him, I will kill that guy!"
Carrying his mother who had fainted because of his disengagement, Kratos carried a sharp knife and a broken spear in his hand, his eyes full of coldness and determination. He knew that his mother had fallen asleep and could not hear what he said. It even said that even if his mother heard it, she would definitely stop herself-because it was too dangerous. As a mother, Calisto’s biggest dream was to let Kratos live steadily, and Not to avenge her.
Kratos knew his mother's thoughts and understood his mother's thoughts—but he couldn't accept them.
He even said that all Kratos's words are not to Calisto but to himself.
"Zeus, Hera... I will never let go of everything about Olympus!"
Clenching his teeth, Kratos almost squeezed these words out of his teeth. The determination of resoluteness rose from the eyes full of anger, that feeling, like a confused, chaotic man finally found a goal worth his lifelong pursuit.
Just as Kratos thought, there was a sound of footsteps behind him.
Looking around, it was the soldiers under Hera's command. Clenching his teeth, Kratos stopped suddenly, and then placed his mother steadily on the side.
Clenched the sharp knife that was originally used to unleash the prey, and the spear that was broken into two in the previous battle. There was no fear in Kratos' eyes. It even said that there was no retreat.
Stepping forward, Kratos knew that he would not die, nor could he die-because there are more debris waiting for him to kill!
But just as Kratos was about to touch this group of chasing soldiers, a young man in a blue tight-fitting light armor with a vermilion spear in his hand appeared like a fast flying bird on his side.
The messy guns flew the bows and arrows shot by the chasers, and then, as Kratos had seen before, the group of departing knights appeared in front of him again.
Under the guidance of the Holy Blue Eyed Horsewoman, the neat military uniform is full of elegance even during the charge. Along with flying limbs and blood, the chasers were easily defeated, and even had no resistance.
Then, the young man with a scarlet spear in his hands patted Kratos's shoulder with interest, making Kratos recover from the shock of the lever.
"Hey, you seem to be unable to stay here. We are about to go to Sparta, will we go together?"
Facing the man's invitation, Kratos nodded.
And in the process of their escape, Hydera once again returned to the world of Greek mythology... except that the shape is a bit of a pull.