Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 430: Friendly forces in trouble, stand firm as a mountain (6.6k)

Troy.

A few rays of morning sunlight shone through the white clouds onto the towering city walls that were tens of meters high. The Hermetic characters engraved on the surface of mud bricks and stones shone brightly in the sun, exuding an ancient and sacred atmosphere.

The ancestor of the Trojans was "Dardanos", the child born from the union of the god king Zeus and the daughter of the Titan god Atlas, Electra.

Thanks to this noble bloodline, the ancestor Dardanus summoned the help of the giants to jointly build the city of Troy.

And during the construction of the city, it is said that the god king Zeus even came down to earth in person and gave Troy a statue of his patron god.

The Trojans who are familiar with this history are all proud of it. They firmly believe that their city-state is favored by the gods and will last for a thousand years.

As usual, several teams of soldiers who were changing guards walked out of the tents, yawned and climbed up the watchtowers on the top of the city to start today's guard duty.

There are eight watchtowers on guard. The most spectacular one is the one in the northeast, which faces the Troy Plain and the Oceanus Coast. It is located at the throat of Troy City.

Therefore, the watchtower there is not only the most spectacular, but also the most solidly defended. There are also supporting fortresses below. Once the soldiers on guard climb to the top of the tower, they can overlook the entire Troy Plain and the coast.

However, since they have not experienced war for hundreds of years, the soldiers gradually jokingly called the northeast watchtower "the best viewing platform in Troy".

In this kind of sunny weather, if you can climb this high tower, you can see the vibrant Troy Plain, the blue and magnificent Oceanus Sea, and the golden coastal beaches, which will make you feel relaxed and happy.

When it is time to change guards, the people on top who are in a good mood can probably eat a few more bowls of rice.

Just as the soldiers were muttering about which team would be lucky enough to be assigned such a superior position, a sharp metallic sound suddenly came from the northeastern watchtower.

Dangdang~~

After being stunned for a few seconds, the soldiers stationed in other areas finally woke up from their dreams.

Disaster bell! Someone rang the disaster bell!

What happened?

The soldiers on the other watchtowers looked in the direction of the sound and saw a gathering of sails on the blue sea, rapidly approaching the coast.

And on the fluttering canvases, there seemed to be highly recognizable emblems such as double lions, the sun, olive branches, owls, and grapevines.

The garrison officer on the top of the city changed his face and his voice trembled:

"Greeks! It's the Greek fleet! Ring the disaster bell for warning!"

Dangdangdang!

The disaster bells on various watchtowers rang together, and the sharp and rapid sound of metal collisions resounded throughout the city of Troy.

~~

A quarter of an hour later, the Great Temple of Troy.

Hector, the burly Trojan prince, dressed in bronze armor and with a beard, rushed in.

"Father, the Greeks are coming!"

At this time, the old king Priam, who was praying in the temple with his family, heard the bad news, and his body shook, almost stumbling and falling.

Cassandra, who was a daughter and priest next to him, was quick to help her old father up, and raised her head to ask her brother Hector who had just rushed from the military camp:

"Who is the commander?"

"It seems to be the Spartans and the Mycenaeans..."

Hector answered seriously, and his eyes subconsciously glanced at his younger brother Paris standing behind his father, and a beautiful woman he kidnapped from the Mycenae palace.

At the same time, the rest of the old king's sons and daughters also reacted, looking at Paris and Agamemnon's queen Clytemnestra, and couldn't help but shouting angrily.

"Look, I said we shouldn't take this woman in!"

"Now, Sparta and Mycenae, two powerful countries, are marching against us together!"

"What a disaster! Troy will be destroyed by this woman sooner or later!"

Knowing that the old king favored Paris's lost son, the rest of the sons and daughters all pointed their fingers at Clytemnestra, the Queen of Mycenae.

The cold words and constant rebukes around her made the helpless Queen Clytemnestra gradually pale, and she quickly hid behind her lover Paris.

Seeing this, the rest of the princes and princesses shouted even more fiercely:

"Tie her up and send her to Agamemnon, Sparta and Mycenae will definitely withdraw their troops!"

"That's right, I think that's what we should do!"

Clytemnestra was horrified when she heard this.

As a bedmate, she knew her husband Agamemnon's cruel character very well. If she was sent back, how could she survive?

"No! I don't want to go back!"

However, with the army outside the city approaching, no one at the scene would care about the thoughts of this pair of ill-fated lovers. Everyone immediately shouted loudly outside the door:

"Guards! Where are the guards? Come in!"

Paris watched the ferocious God Blood Guards rush in, and felt timid, and hurriedly retreated with his lover.

Boom!

Just as several guards stepped forward, a series of thunders sounded in the sky, like the wrath of God, and the silver light arcs fell from the sky, instantly turning the guards near the altar into ashes.

Smelling the strong smell of burning in the air, the princes and princesses who were giving orders turned pale, trembling all over, and looked behind Paris and Clytemnestra in fear.

The statue of the guardian god that Troy has worshipped for generations is glowing!

Buzz!

As if to verify what they saw, the sky above the temple suddenly darkened, the sun and the moon shone together on the dome, the stars shone together, and there were continuous lightning and thunder.

Then, the sky was a bow, the star marks were arrows, and the solemn power of the gods condensed to the extreme. A beam of golden light with the force of thunder and lightning fell on the altar in front of the guardian statue like a comet.

In an instant, blazing flames rose up, and the holy fire of the gods that had been dormant for many years was completely ignited.

However, the Trojan royal family who received the response from the gods did not have the slightest joy on their faces, but their expressions were even more frightened.

Because the holy fire of the altar, which should have been golden, became black smoke and red, and the strong smell of burnt flesh and flesh came from it, filling the entire temple, making people want to vomit.

This is an obvious bad omen.

Through the flickering flames, everyone saw in a trance that as Paris fell in front of the altar, the divine light shrouding Troy disappeared, and the tightly closed city gates were smashed open.

Countless ferocious Greek soldiers poured into the city, and the flames of destruction soared into the sky. The city turned into a pile of broken bricks and ruins. The piles of charred black bones gradually bred swarms of mosquitoes and flies. Carrion-eating crows and vultures descended from the sky and landed on the corpses, pecking at the livers and flesh of the victims, enjoying this human flesh feast.

As the perception became clearer, walking into the purgatory in the fire and observing the remains of the dead, everyone suddenly saw their familiar faces, clothes, accessories and armor.

That was their subjects, their relatives and friends, and themselves!

Woo——!

In a trance, one by one, the hideous and terrifying ghosts roared sharply in the flickering flames, as if they wanted to break through the obstacles and pull all the living things around them into hell.

As the biting cold and tragic cries filled their brains, everyone in the temple suddenly woke up, and all looked at the burning holy fire on the altar with fear.

And there, it was still the red color in memory!

"Destruction! The Greeks are here to destroy us! The gods have warned us!"

"Yes, this war has nothing to do with women, it's all a conspiracy of the Greeks!"

"I have said it before, they have attacked Troy more than once, they are our mortal enemies, and we must never make peace with these Greeks!"

Everyone chattered and talked, and the crowd was indignant. There was no voice to hand over the Queen of Mycenae and Prince Paris.

Because the holy fire in the altar had given an oracle:

Prince Paris is the grace given by God to Troy, and it is also the bond between the gods and Troy.

Once his life withers, the protection of Troy by the gods will no longer exist, their kingdom will fall, and everyone will die tragically after the city is broken.

"God Zeus! The Trojans will never surrender, and victory will belong to us!"

The swollen self-confidence brought by the grace of God and the shadow of terror brought by death made everyone present wave their fists with gritted teeth and roared almost hysterically:

"War!"

"War!"

"War!"

The cowardly old king was caught in the crowd, somewhat at a loss, and looked blankly at his most trusted son Hector.

And Hector did not disappoint his expectations, and gave advice calmly and rationally:

"Father, the war has not yet been completely ignited, and there is still a chance to save everything. It is better to do a good job of defense first and listen to the demands of the Greeks."

"Okay, do as you say!"

The old king agreed repeatedly and stepped forward to hold his son's hand tightly.

"From now on, all the military forces and personnel of the kingdom will obey your orders!"

Hector nodded, and then issued his first order after taking power:

"You guys take Paris and Her Majesty the Queen back to their rooms first, and don't let outsiders disturb them easily."

Several God Blood Guards outside the palace walked into the door tremblingly, escorting Prince Paris and the Mycenae Queen away from the scene.

With the lessons of their colleagues, they naturally dared not be negligent in the slightest.

After temporarily stabilizing the situation, Hector immediately said goodbye to his father, turned around and left the Great Temple, ready to rush to the military camp.

However, at the moment of leaving the door, a graceful figure quickly caught up with him.

"Cassandra? What are you doing here?"

Hector was a little surprised to see his sister jogging all the way with her skirt lifted up to catch up with him.

Cassandra is a very unique existence in Troy. Since she was washed by the snake in the Temple of Apollo when she was young, she has the ability to listen to the voices of the gods and predict the future, and thus became a priestess of the Temple of Apollo.

Generally speaking, with such amazing talents and such a lofty status, she should be widely respected and supported.

But the fact is just the opposite. The Trojans are quite afraid of her, and even a little disgusted.

Because the prophecies she made are often related to disasters, the future revealed is also bad, and the ending seems to be doomed, no matter how hard you struggle, it is difficult to change.

So, whether it is self-deception or refusal to face it, no one wants to see Cassandra appear in front of them.

Even her family thinks she is a witch who only brings bad luck, and avoids her like a snake.

Over time, Cassandra became less and less talkative and her temperament became more and more cold.

Hector is probably the only one who can chat with this sister, because he knows that under the cold shell, there is a kind and soft heart.

Cassandra is not unwilling to bring good news, but she hopes that her prophecy can help people avoid disasters, so that everyone can live a happy life.

At this time, Cassandra was silent for a moment, stared at her brother Hector, and slowly expressed her intention:

"Just now, I helped you conduct a divination..."

"It didn't turn out well?"

"Well, if this war starts, you will die and the kingdom will fall."

"That's it, I understand."

Hector nodded after hearing the prophecy, smiling as ever.

Cassandra bit her lip and continued to add:

"If you want to avoid it, you'd better hand over Paris and the queen from Mycenae."

"As a brother, I won't do this." Hector shook his head and advised seriously.

"Besides, as his sister, you shouldn't think so. Besides, you were the one who took him back to Troy in the first place."

Once, when his mother Hecuba was pregnant with her younger brother Paris, she dreamed that Troy was in a sea of ​​fire. Her father Priam asked the priest of the Temple of Apollo to interpret the dream. The priest predicted that Paris would lead to the destruction of Troy. So his father abandoned the newborn Paris to Mount Ida, but a passing herdsman raised him.

Later, as time went by, Troy did not encounter disaster, but became more and more prosperous. The father thought that he had been deceived, deeply regretted the behavior of abandoning his child, and gradually began to think of finding his son Paris back in his heart.

It happened that at that time, a cow that Paris loved was taken away as a competitive prize at a funeral. In order to regain the cow, he participated in the competition and won everything, even defeating his own brother.

For this reason, the brother who was carried away by anger attacked the lowly Paris. Paris rushed to the altar of Zeus in order to survive. Cassandra saw that the tragedy of brotherly murder was about to take place, so she declared through a prophecy Paris was her brother.

And his father Priam also recognized Paris through the objects left behind, and immediately welcomed him back to the palace and doted on him.

Therefore, Paris is able to enjoy today's prosperity and wealth thanks to the prophecy of his sister Cassandra.

Cassandra glanced at the Great Temple behind her and bit her lips:

"But I also said, he will kill all of you..."

Human beings often have common problems.

He always likes to believe what he likes to believe and ignore the bad omens that are not good for him.

As Paris grew up, she kept warning her father, but this not only failed to make her father repent, but instead made her father's dislike of her worse, and he became more and more conniving towards Paris.

In the end, this uncontrolled doting made Paris make a big mistake and brought about a disaster for Troy.

Feeling the irreversible [Destiny], Cassandra felt a strong sense of frustration in her heart.

Maybe I shouldn't have been soft-hearted from the beginning.

Seemingly seeing his sister's regret and self-blame, Hector patted his sister on the shoulder and said with a faint smile:

"This has nothing to do with you. Each of us is responsible for our own choices. My father is, so am I..."

"What if the answer to this choice is death?" Cassandra asked.

"Then let me fight for Troy until the last moment!"

Hector tightened the spear in his hand and looked away at the smoke-filled city.

"Although I don't like war, I'm not immune to resistance."

Immediately, Hector paused, glanced across the majestic temple, and advised his sister earnestly:

"Also, don't be too resentful of Paris and the others. All this is just a game of the gods. They, you and me, may just be pawns played by fate."

In fact, from the moment Paris abducted the Mycenaean queen onto the ship, Hector, who was jointly on a mission to Mycenae, felt that a dark force was driving Troy to the established track.

And just now, the sacred fire suddenly lit up on the altar undoubtedly verified this point.

The gods have disappeared for two hundred years, and the patron saint that Troy believes in is not that statue, but Apollo, the god of light.

"Let me join you and I will continue to pray to the gods to stop this farce!"

Cassandra bit her lips and answered seriously.

Obviously, she vaguely saw some clues.

But as a notorious witch and a priest who has lost the favor of the gods, most of her words will not be listened to or cared about.

In order to reassure his sister, Hector reluctantly nodded in agreement and ordered the guards to send a pair of female armor, and then he took Cassandra to the wall of Troy.

At this moment, the Greek fleet on the sea has arrived one after another.

~~

"The wind speed is just right and the wind direction is just right!"

"Priests and magicians chanted divine words, deployed magic barriers, and covered the landing!"

Helen, holding a magic staff, stood on the bow of the ship facing the wind, issuing instructions to all spellcasters.

Magicians, priests and priests from various city-states also responded:

"Anti-air defense completed!"

"Ground bridging completed!"

"The golems and dragon tooth soldiers are activated, and the login is carried out normally!"

"The liquid cannon matrix is ​​activated, the shooting range is safe!"

Amidst the shouts, magic arrays lit up one after another around the hull. The bronze liquid cannons engraved with complex mantras creaked and completed their calibration. The cross halo above to determine the shooting range was also activated one by one. .

Suddenly, the entire fleet slowly approaching the shore was like a group of porcupines covered with spikes, leaving the enemy with nowhere to eat.

Immediately, the cabin was opened, and one after another well-organized teams set foot on the territory that belonged to Troy, showing their powerful side to the enemy.

Sparta's phalanx moves as fast as the wind and as slow as the forest, and its breath of bravery is as towering as a mountain, unbreakable;

The astrologers and alchemists of Corinth were proficient in magic, and in a short time they built barracks in the open space;

The Amazon female warriors on Paradise Island are all tall, muscular, and full of divinity. They are like fighting fairies walking on earth, either on foot or on horseback. They quickly spread out around and carry out vigilance work;

Immediately afterwards, the Divine Blood Imperial Guards and ordinary soldiers from various city-states also took up positions one after another, building simple defenses...

The entire process left almost no opportunity for the enemy to take advantage of.

Hector, who was on top of Troy City, saw this in his eyes, and his eyes gradually turned gloomy.

I have to admit that my opponent is very strong!

Even if he takes action himself and brings Troy's most elite divine-blooded guards, his performance may not be better than that of his opponent.

If I had a choice, I really wouldn't want to be an enemy of this kind of opponent.

But it's a pity that this war has nothing to do with choices, right or wrong, only stance!

Thinking of this, Hector put away his somewhat messy thoughts and shouted like thunder in an almost roaring manner:

"Raise your shield and prepare for battle!"

On the city wall, the Trojan God-blood Guards, each wearing extremely tough linen clothing, bronze helmets and armor, changed from the relaxed posture of resting their spears on their shoulders and placing their shields beside them. They raised their hands to lift their shields. The swiftly swung bronze spear struck the shield heavily.

"Bang! Bang bang!"

The sound of metal collisions sounded like a thunderstorm, and the activated divine patterns on the soldiers' weapons and armors lit up, like a bright and spreading light strip, covering the towering Troy wall.

As this light rose, the Trojans' originally low morale began to recover, and they gradually overcame their fear of the army outside the city.

~~

"This guy is not bad..."

In the shadow of the cabin, Lorne looked at the Trojan guard at the top of the city who calmly dealt with it, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

Diana on the side stepped forward and nodded in response:

"Of course, this is the Trojans' best character. Who is Hector?"

It turned out to be him? No wonder...

Lorne nodded thoughtfully, then turned his head to look at "Achilles" who was completely different from the one in the epic, and asked with interest:

"How about it? How sure are you of winning against him?"

Diana raised her right hand and held out three fingers.

Lorne was stunned for a moment, a little surprised:

"Thirty percent?"

"Within three moves, I will definitely win!"

Diana spoke proudly, tilting her smooth chin like a proud white swan.

Lorne looked at his daughter in front of him and couldn't help but laugh.

The arrogance and pride in his bones were nothing like him and Thetis.

"What? You don't believe it?" Diana, who was mistaken, picked up her sword and shield unconvinced, "Then just wait, I'll take him down right now!"

Lorne quickly grabbed Diana, who wanted to perform, and chuckled: "Don't worry, good steel is on the blade, it's not your turn yet."

Hearing her father's praise without leaving any trace, Diana was quite satisfied. She immediately calmed down and asked curiously:

"Then who are you going to send out first?"

Lorne smiled and said nothing, quietly watching the battlefield ahead.

At this time, Helen had led the priests of various city-states to light the sacred fire, burn the incense, completed the sacrifices and prayers to the gods before the battle, came to the wall of Troy alone, and shouted to Hector at the top of the city:

"I ask to see my sister Clytemnestra and have a good talk with her, hoping to avoid this war."

Hector nodded and waved to the priest beside him to convey the order.

But unfortunately, the resonance technique was dark, and it was obvious that the Mycenaean queen refused to respond.

Maybe it was because he was too embarrassed to face his sister Helen, or maybe he was worried about being sent out of the city on an excuse.

Hector, who had already expected it, showed a helpless smile to Helen and muttered:

"I'm sorry, Sir Helen. Clytemnestra has become the wife of my brother Paris, and Troy has the obligation to protect her from outsiders."

"Trojans, you have gone too far!"

Helen, who was also expecting this, scolded with a cold face, then turned her head to look somewhere behind her.

"Brother-in-law, I have asked you what you should ask. Now I will listen to your words."

"..."

Agamemnon in the crowd felt the eyes focused on him, and his face suddenly turned green.

You are the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, you ask me? Isn't this putting me on fire?

what to do? My wife was abducted by a pretty boy. As a man, what can I do?

As more and more eyes fell on him, Agamemnon closed his eyes and let out a high-pitched and tragic roar:

"Trojans, you have chosen yourselves, fight!"

Without waiting for Hector on the city to respond, Helen in front of the battle shouted loudly:

"Okay, Mycenaeans, it's time to avenge your king! Please be sure to win the first battle!"

For a moment, the Mycenaeans who heard the order were excited. They immediately picked up swords and shields to surround their humiliated king and rushed to the walls of Troy.

Agamemnon, who was forced to move forward, looked at the friendly troops behind him who were as still as a mountain, and the towering walls of Troy in front of him. He turned his grief and anger into motivation, drew his sword and roared:

"Everyone, take Troy!"

At this time, Lorne, who was watching the show on the boat, laughed out loud.

Helen, this girl, has become bad after not seeing her for hundreds of years.