Greece brings evildoers

At the same time, Lorne, who was standing in the shadows, looked at the golden light strip rising into the sky and the stunned onlookers in the square, and couldn't help but turn his eyes to the Spartan twins behind him:

"Didn't you tell your family what Helen had done before?"

"I accidentally let it slip twice. Once our brothers were beaten half to death by our father and mother, and once Helen was grounded. Then we never dared to mention it again..."

"There is nothing we can do. Among the four brothers and sisters, she is the most favored one. Her father and mother are afraid that she will be harmed in the slightest. If we tell her all the glorious history of fighting against those monsters, giants, and titans outside. , I’m afraid we brothers don’t have a single piece of skin left on our bodies.”

Castor and Pollux grumbled and added with gloating.

"Besides, without erasing our achievements, how can the Mycenaeans publicize the great achievements of their god-king to outsiders?"

"In addition, the gods and heroes disappeared overnight, and most of the remaining participants were in danger. If they took the initiative to premise the 'Olympus' to His Majesty the God-King, wouldn't it just bring bad luck to the opponent? ? The passage of two hundred years has probably changed and buried many things. "

"That's right, but in the end, he lied to himself..." Lorne sneered and shook his head, looking playfully at the smoke-filled square.

Agamemnon, that smart-ass idiot, really thought that Helen, the powerful person in Sparta, was just a pretty vase.

He also didn't want to think about how a vase could sit firmly as the acting king of Sparta for two hundred years and carry out a series of drastic reforms? If he had only relied on the remaining power of the temple and the legacy of the previous king, without any hard power, the acting king who had touched the interests of the divine-blood nobles many times would have died eight hundred times long ago.

Tsk tsk, the pure blood of Zeus, the sacred robe of Virgo that has completed its transformation, let alone Agamemnon, a miscellaneous divine blood that has been diluted for who knows how many generations, comes on stage, even if there is a god-level Titan in front of him, I am afraid that he will be completely destroyed by it at this moment. The armed Helen was beaten to her knees.

And sure enough, as the smoke and dust in the square dispersed, Agamemnon, who just now thought his plan had succeeded, was embedded in the torn floor like a mural.

The middle-aged man's face, which was originally still barely classy, ​​was now covered in bruises and purples, almost swollen into the shape of a pig's head, which was horrible to look at.

"Gulu~~"

At this moment, the Spartan elders who were watching the battle looked at the golden figure exuding majestic divine power on the field, their dry throats squirming uncontrollably, and their faces were full of sluggishness.

Isn’t it said that Her Royal Highness the Princess is famous for her beauty? Why is the divinity in his body not weaker than that of the two princes, or even stronger!

No wonder no matter how many spies were sent to the Temple of the Moon, there was no response like a cow in mud entering the sea;

No wonder the several divine blood families in the city who clamored to attack Helen disappeared silently;

No wonder this princess has not shown any sign of aging in the past two hundred years...

It turns out that this woman has already advanced to become a god!

Fortunately, they did not fall out directly and chose a more moderate approach, otherwise...

The elders suddenly broke out in a cold sweat as they thought of all the lessons learned from the past.

At the same time, Helen, who seemed to be feeling something, looked behind her, with a soft smile on her beautiful face, and slowly raised her arms.

"To give punishment to crime, to give light to darkness..."

Along with the low chanting, violent magic power surged together, crazily gathering the surrounding ether, forming a golden band of light that shot straight into the sky. Countless stars turned into rich ether factors, gathering on the tall figure, and the gorgeous figure. The golden armors complement each other, and the aura of holiness and majesty rises steadily.

"Surrender! I surrender!"

The half-dead Agamemnon in the pit jumped up in panic like a frog stimulated by electrotherapy, raised his hands and made a statement.

However, the chanting continued, and the magic around them grew stronger and stronger.

Cold sweat broke out on Agamemnon's forehead. He quickly stopped his heart and added with a sad face:

"With the witness of the great god Zeus, Mycenae is willing to send troops with Sparta to attack Troy and be driven by it!"

After hearing the answer she wanted, Helen dispelled the magic around her, and a smile that made people feel like spring breeze appeared on her beautiful face:

"Then please your Majesty to immediately send a message to the country and order the troops to gather in Sparta. We will officially launch our troops in seven days."

"So fast?"

When Agamemnon heard this, his expression was astonished.

Immediately, the eyes in his eyes flickered, and he shied away with a dry smile:

"Troy is a fortified city. Our two city-states have limited manpower. It may take a lot of time to prepare the army and food. Otherwise, we should consider the long term."

There is a saying in the art of war: if you are ten, you are to surround it; if you are five, you are to attack it; if you are twice as many, you are to fight. Although the cultures of the East and the West are different, actual combat does not lie and often leads to more consistent conclusions.

Therefore, Agamemnon’s reason is considered sufficient.

"Your Majesty, don't worry about the manpower. I've already brought it!"

At this moment, a beautiful and vigorous figure riding a snow-white winged Pegasus passed through the palace gate and came to the square.

It was clearly the priestess Geguo who was acting as the messenger, and behind her smoke and dust were everywhere.

A burly and majestic figure was riding a war horse and a war beast, and came to the square in front of the Elder's House to gather in a mighty manner.

Agamemnon subconsciously scanned the faces from far to near, with expressions as ugly as if they had eaten flies.

Thor, king of Pylos, and his two sons Thrasymides and Antilochus;

Diomedes, the current king of Argos, and Philoctetes, a friend of the great hero Hercules;

Palamedes, prince of Evie, Idomeneus, the exiled grandson of King Minos;

Ajax the Great, the divine-blooded hero from Thessaly, and Ajax the Younger, the divine-blooded hero from Locris...

The leader of these people is the wise general Odysseus, son of King Laertes of Ithaca.

Including the Amazons who arrived first and the Mycenaeans under his command, Agamemnon made a rough calculation and discovered that more than half of the city-states in Greece had sent representative divine-blood heroes.

Such a luxurious lineup to serve a Trojan, whether it is a siege or a storm, is definitely enough.

At this time, the speechless Agamemnon had no choice but to nod stiffly and greet the gods-blooded heroes who came from various city-states.

Through some insinuations, he found out that Geguo, who was sent to ask for help, not only successfully arrived in Athens, but also got the approval of Ares Mountain to gather the divine-blooded heroes from various city-states to jointly attack the city of Troy.

However, the Athenians did not directly participate in the Trojan War (according to the epic records, although Athena sided with the Greek coalition, but Athens did No one was sent).

"Haha, it's rare to meet your Majesty. We are comrades in arms in this attack on Troy. Come on, let's go into the house and have a few drinks!"

Odysseus, who had fox eyes, laughed, put his arm around Agamemnon's shoulders, and pulled him involuntarily toward the parlor of the presbytery, showing a warm and hospitable appearance. And Ajax and Ajax on both sides held up the arms of the Mycenaean king and cheered together.

Agamemnon, who couldn't break free, looked at the closed door and the divine blood heroes approaching to toast one by one, and couldn't help crying.

Now, he and the Mycenaeans really couldn't hide.

A noisy drinking party gradually calmed down until nightfall, and the closed door then creaked open.

Odysseus, who sneaked out, changed his drunken appearance in the palace, and respectfully handed a handwritten letter from Agamemnon and a coat of arms representing his identity to the two waiting figures outside the door.

"Sir, as per your instructions, Mycenae's troop deployment order has been obtained."

Under the moonlight, Lorne nodded with satisfaction. After carefully examining the contents of the letter, he returned it to Odysseus and said:

"You did a good job. Let's start preparations according to the previous plan. We will set off in seven days."

"As you command!"

Odysseus solemnly raised his right fist and punched his chest, then took the handwriting and heraldry with him and happily headed to the foothold of the Mycenaean Guards in the city to deliver the order from King Agamemnon.

Watching the figure fading away, Helen turned to look at Lorne and asked curiously:

"Sir, how did you convince him to change his mind? I heard from Ge Guo that this man had no blood relatives on the Argonaut and his son had just been born. He was not willing to get involved in this war at first."

"It's very simple. I promise to find the gods, restore order to Greece, and let his son and wife live forever in the pure land of bliss."

Lorne looked at the direction Odysseus left and answered with a slight smile.

Helen was stunned for a moment, a little surprised:

"Are you going to risk your life for the future of your wife and son?"

Lorne nodded, recalling the records about Odysseus in the epic, and made an accurate evaluation:

"Everyone's pursuits are different. Some heroes long for honor, some heroes long for battle, and some heroes have righteousness in mind. But he is the type who is more attached to his family and hopes to use his efforts to exchange for better things for his family. Life and the future.”

"A very unique type of person, somewhat similar to you. No wonder you seem to admire him."

Helen covered her lips and chuckled, then sighed sincerely.

"I really envy his wife..."

"Envy? No need, don't you also have such a husband?"

Lorne looked at Helen with a smile and reminded him jokingly.

Helen was stunned for a moment, and then she suddenly remembered that she seemed to be married.

——She is the wife of God.

And her beloved husband was right in front of her.

Helen's breathing became rapid in an instant, her heart was pounding, and her beautiful eyes stared at the figure in front of her that she had missed for two hundred years.

"Lord Lorne, I..."

Before she finished speaking, a pair of slender and powerful arms picked up the aroused girl around her waist, and those deep eyes were filled with unspoken passion and impulse.

Two hundred years of time have not dimmed that feeling, which is enough to explain everything.

If that's the case, there's no need to hide it.

Following one's own nature and affirming one's own desires are the consistent principles of the Greek gods.

But for Helen, this happiness came too suddenly, and even made her feel a little unreal.

"Lord Lorne, wait, I, let me prepare first!"

While blushing and stammering, Helen secretly took out the long-cherished golden apple from the magic circle diagram, preparing to use it to brew feelings.

However, before Helen could formally speak, the golden apple from the God of Love was snatched away by Lorne and thrown into an unknown corner.

"What preparations are there? After you are ready, my fire has gone out. Come directly!"

"Wait a minute, you're on the wrong path. This, this is not the way to the palace."

"Who said I'm going to the bedroom?"

Lorne looked at the most beautiful woman in Greece, who was in love with him, and smiled evilly.

"As a god's wife, of course I have to fulfill my duties in the temple!"

Looking at the Moon Temple standing in front of her, Helen couldn't help but swallow her saliva fiercely, and immediately had an impulse to break free from her husband's arms and run away.

However, it was too late. Her god husband had already stepped into the Moon Temple and domineeringly put her in front of the statue of the hunting goddess Artemis. Under the gaze of the goddess of chastity, he started to whip her believers.

In addition, although she didn't get to eat the long-treasured golden apple, the big banana also made Helen full.

The night outside the temple was long, and the spring was thick inside the house. The cries and collisions played a beautiful chord, which put a perfect end to the two hundred years of waiting and perseverance.