Greece brings evildoers

After losing the first battle, Agamemnon felt ashamed.

So, after leading his remaining troops to retreat from the battlefield, he sullenly plunged into his tent.

"Come back so soon? It seems like your luck is not very good."

A lazy voice came from the throne, and a graceful figure lay sideways behind the gauze curtain. The green-white fingers of her right hand gently shook the crystal wine glass in her palm. The scarlet wine like blood appeared under the fluorite light. Produces a mesmerizing bright color.

She is a woman who makes people think of "bed" at a glance. Her long purple-black hair is spread like a snake on her half-naked shoulders. Her charming face exudes a seductive charm, and her enchanting figure makes people want to strip naked immediately. Her clothes pressed her down and ravaged her severely.

However, after just a distant look, Agamemnon quickly lowered his head, suppressing the uncontrolled divine blood in his body, and faint fear and jealousy arose in his heart.

Because both the lost golden humans and their Mycenaean ancestors who had become hardened had all set examples for him.

After peeling off the charming disguise, poisonous wine and poisonous snakes are the true inner being of this woman.

"Lord Pandora, I'm sorry, I failed."

Agamemnon bowed his head and apologized humbly, but then he changed the subject and began to pour out his bitterness.

"But I can explain! The divine guards you sent suddenly lost control just as I was seizing the fighter plane and preparing to attack! I suspected that someone was behind this, so to be on the safe side, I had to withdraw first and obey your orders. Next instructions.”

Seeing that Agamemnon had thrown the blame on herself, Pandora raised her arm to lift the gauze curtain and asked with a smile:

"So, what you are saying is that the failure to annex Sparta and the failure to capture Troy is all my fault."

"Don't dare!"

Feeling the invisible pressure, King Agamemnon quickly shook his head and tremblingly defended himself.

"For the sake of His Majesty's great cause, it is always better to be cautious..."

When Pandora heard this, a trace of imperceptible fear appeared in her eyes, and then she bypassed the topic of dividing the pot after the war and hummed:

"It's right to be cautious. It was indeed unusual for those clay puppets to lose control just now. It must have been the direct intervention of the gods."

"Troy also has gods?"

Agamemnon was shocked, and his face looked a little ugly.

According to that one, the gods and heroes have disappeared.

With the personal promise of God King Zeus and the assistance of the witch Pandora, no one should be able to stop the annexation and expansion of Mycenae.

As a result, he first ran into a wall in Sparta, and then was attacked by the gods on the battlefield in Troy.

These successive failures made him deeply doubt whether Mycenae really had the destiny to dominate Greece as his Majesty said.

If the answer is no, he will have to reconsider the attack on Troy.

After all, how could a mortal fight against a god?

Seeing a hint of wavering appear on Agamemnon's face, Pandora's eyes flashed with a hint of disdain, and then she comforted in a warm voice:

"No matter how great the gods are, they cannot be stronger than the laws of destiny. Since your majesty has made a promise to you personally, he will definitely fulfill it. He is the patron saint of Mycenae, how could he harm you? "

"You are right."

Agamemnon nodded, seemingly convinced, but then he still looked confused.

"But, I'm just a mortal, how can I fight against gods?"

As he said this, Agamemnon cast a look for help at Pandora on the throne, and his meaning was self-evident.

"No, we don't need to fight against the gods. Wouldn't it be better to let others solve this problem?" Pandora shook her head and reminded meaningfully, "Don't forget, the coalition is a whole."

When Agamemnon heard this, he realized something in his heart:

"You mean..."

"Step back and let other city-states crack the hard nut of Troy for you."

Pandora answered straightforwardly, and then her beautiful eyes twinkled.

"When the tigers fight, no matter who is killed or injured, it will be beneficial to Mycenaean hegemony..."

"That's what I say, but I am not the leader of the coalition. I am afraid that the heroes and soldiers of other countries will not obey my orders."

Agamemnon smiled bitterly, somewhat regretting the bet he made with his sister-in-law Helen in Sparta.

"Besides, even if I want to retreat, the alliance leader must be willing to do so."

Pandora rolled her eyes at Agamemnon, frowned and snorted: "Isn't it a stupid thing you did on your own initiative?"

Agamemnon knew that he was in the wrong and could not help but bow his head.

Pandora thought for a moment, and a dangerous smile appeared on her charming face.

"It would be easy to ask Helen to take the initiative to replace you and sacrifice your daughter Iphigenia to the gods for [the victory of the coalition]..."

Agamemnon's expression changed slightly when he heard this.

Iphigenia was a bloodline born to him and his wife Clytemnestra, and she was also Helen's niece.

Because she admired Helen, who was in charge of Sparta as a woman, Iphigenia imitated her aunt since she was a child and became a priestess of the Temple of the Moon. She went to Sparta to learn magic from Helen for a period of time. Mi Yi is considered to be half of her disciple.

If Iphigenia was sacrificed to the gods, Helen would indeed be very likely to stop it, giving him an excuse to withdraw from the siege.

But what if? If Helen didn't show up, would he really want to burn his daughter to death in public?

And once he does this, even if there is a reason, the relationship between himself and his daughter will definitely break down, and he will never be as close as before.

Agamemnon's face was uncertain. Although he was very angry at his wife's infidelity, he still had some true feelings for this well-behaved daughter.

Seeing Agamemnon looking at her hesitantly, Pandora looked like it had nothing to do with her and smiled:

"I just suggest that you decide for yourself which is more important to you, family ties or the throne."

But then, she raised her finger and pointed at the night outside the tent, jokingly reminding:

"However, you'd better hurry up, otherwise the second siege may begin as soon as it gets dark, and I won't be sure that I can save you in the hands of the gods."

Agamemnon's body trembled, and he finally made up his mind. He walked out of the tent with a sullen face and summoned his younger brother, who was the commander of the Divine Blood Guards:

"Menelaus, go and bring Iphigenia. By the way, prepare some things for me."

When Menelaos heard the various items that were obviously used for sacrifice, his eyes flashed, he nodded respectfully, and then called two divine blood guards and disappeared into the night together.

At this time, Pandora in the tent looked at Agamemnon who had already made his choice, with a hint of sarcasm on his charming face.

Sure enough, for the bloodline of the God King, power and the weight of the throne will always outweigh everything else.

Soon after, Menelaos, who had completed his task, took Agamemnon to a newly built altar. On top of the altar, a girl with long chestnut hair was lying in the flammable fragrant wood, sleeping as sweetly as a baby.

Agamemnon looked at his sleepy daughter and couldn't help frowning at his brother:

"What did you do?"

"Give Iphigenia a jar of wine so that she won't be in too much pain later."

Menelaos answered calmly, without much fluctuation in his tone.

Agamemnon glared at his younger brother who had made his own decision, and then looked at the Mycenaeans who had begun to gather around the altar. Knowing that there was no room for change in this matter, he immediately gritted his teeth and walked up to the altar. Declare loudly:

"Everyone, tonight I have decided to send my daughter Iphigenia to the altar to sacrifice to the gods! This is not to revenge my unfaithful wife, but to make sacrifices for the victory of all Greece! Because the oracle in the dark told me that only by sacrificing blood to the gods can I prove my piety and allow the Mycenaeans to regain the favor of the gods and capture Troy! "

When the Mycenaeans heard this, they were moved.

They either admired the righteousness of King Agamemnon, or they were eager to use this holy sacrifice to exchange for the favor of the gods and avenge their previous shame.

Soon, it was time to light the fire, and Menelaus handed a bunch of burning fennel branches to his brother.

Agamemnon looked at the faces of enthusiastic expectants under the firelight, as well as his younger brother who was sizing him up intentionally or unintentionally, and suddenly felt that he was riding a tiger.

It seems that whether Helen comes or not, he must continue to perform this drama. Otherwise, once these subordinates learn that this is a farce about deception, he will not only lose the trust of his subordinates, but he may even lose the throne. Unable to sit still.

After all, he was not the only one who had the right to inherit the throne in Mycenae.

Agamemnon glanced at his younger brother beside him, and with a sudden heart, he decisively threw the torch towards the altar.

It's just a daughter. Anyway, she is young and powerful, so she will have another child at worst.

"stop!"

At this moment, a loud roar sounded, and a golden stream of light hit the altar, extinguishing the burning torch.

"Agamemnon, do you know what you are doing?"

Helen, who arrived in time, glanced at her sleeping niece on the woodpile, and then glared at Agamemnon, who was ruthlessly attacking.

"Of course I know, this is for the victory of the coalition forces! To prevent more Greeks from dying in this war!"

Agamemnon replied passionately, with a righteous look on his face.

When Helen arrived, his last trace of guilt for his daughter was wiped out.

Helen hugged her niece and retorted angrily:

"If our victory can only be obtained by sacrificing the life of an innocent person, then what do we need the sword in our hands for? This kind of victory is definitely not glory for heroes! It is humiliation!"

"You're right!"

Diana echoed loudly, and Penthesilea behind her couldn't help but speak with disdain.

"If you want to win, use the sword in your hand to get it. What's the point of throwing your own daughter into the fire?"

Agamemnon snorted coldly, with grief and anger on his face:

"You are speaking lightly. It was us Mycenaeans who suffered heavy casualties during the day, and now the sacrifice for the coalition to win is also my beloved daughter. If your courage only stops at the rhetoric, then shut up and don't Prevent me from offering sacrifices to the gods!"

"Who said we can only talk nonsense? You Mycenaeans are afraid of Troy, but we Argives are not!"

"That's right, we will take over tomorrow's battle. You Mycenaeans just watch carefully!"

"What you're saying is that the most elite troops and divine blood heroes in all of Greece are here. I don't believe that we can't capture even a small Troy."

At this moment, the divine-blooded heroes from other city-states also arrived one after another after hearing the news, and they all showed off their courage.

Seeing that the situation had developed to the situation he wanted, Agamemnon immediately turned to look at Helen:

"Helen, you are the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces. Tell me what you want me to do. We Mycenaeans are definitely not cowards who are afraid of death!"

At this time, Helen didn't know that she had fallen into this brother-in-law's plan, but now that the matter had come to this, she could only make mistakes:

"The Mycenaeans have proven their courage in the last battle. What they need most now is to rest. Tomorrow there will be heroes and warriors from other city-states to take over for you. We are not about to lose yet, so there is no need to plead with the gods. My mercy, this sacrifice ends here, Iphigenia stays with me for now.”

"Okay, I'm waiting for you to bring news of your triumph!"

Agamemnon answered with satisfaction and a sincere expression.

However, Helen was almost sickened by her brother-in-law's pretentious appearance. She snorted coldly, said nothing, and walked off the altar with her sleeping niece in her arms.

After the crowd was dispersed and her niece was settled, Helen bit her lips and walked into a hidden tent, lowering her head in shame:

"Lord Lorne, I seem to have delayed your plan because of my recklessness..."

After listening to Helen's detailed account of what happened at the sacrificial site, Lorne behind the desk put down the file in his hand and said with a slight smile:

"I just want to take the opportunity to test the depths of Mycenae and use them as bait to fish out some things below the water. I don't really want to kill all the Mycenaeans. Now, the answer I want is already there After getting some clues, it’s not all fruitless. Now that the other party is on guard, let’s continue to verify it in another way. There is no need to delay it.”

Hearing those comforting words, Helen felt warm in her heart, but her guilt became even stronger:

"But I was still impulsive..."

"But you did the right thing. If I were you, I would make the same choice as you."

Lorne looked at Helen softly, with no blame in his eyes, only affirmation and approval.

"Besides, it's not a bad thing to substitute players tomorrow. It's better to take the opportunity to explore Troy's background."

Helen looked at the considerate god in front of her, the tenderness and emotion in her eyes were almost too thick to be melted away.

As the chief priest who has been in power in Sparta for two hundred years, she is no longer an ignorant little girl. Of course she understands that she is not without mistakes, but she has this god to protect her.

Now that a mistake has been made, punishment must be carried out.

Helen glanced at the rich night outside the camp, then she knelt down with a pretty red face, and with a gesture that was both pious and blasphemous, she crawled forward and entered the narrow and dark confessional.

Looking at the shaking desk, Lorne stiffened slightly and chose to accept this self-atonement for his faith.