Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 434: Speak nicely, don’t take off your clothes (Achieved 7.4k per day, please vote)

At nightfall, Cassandra suddenly sat up from the bed, sweat dripping from her forehead.

That nightmare again!

Burning Troy, piles of corpses, relatives falling one by one in front of them, and myself being defiled and heading towards death...

Everything is extremely real and extremely cruel.

And as time goes by, my perception of that scene becomes clearer and more obvious.

It was as if the nightmare was about to become a reality and the future was right in front of us.

Huh~huh~~

Cassandra gasped for air, her eyes filled with fear and struggle.

Her precognitive ability can see the future, but she is unable to change it. This divine grace is more of a curse than a blessing.

Perhaps, this is the punishment for rejecting the Lord God.

Cassandra bit her lips, then raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, put on her clothes, and came to the ward in the next room.

Looking at Hector who fell into a coma on the hospital bed, Cassandra couldn't help but feel deeply confused and powerless.

Since the fall of her sensible brother, the voices in the city that want to promote reconciliation have completely disappeared, replaced by the idea of ​​fighting the Greeks to the bitter end.

And the source of this voice is my younger brother Paris...

Yesterday's glorious image of repelling the enemy on the battlefield and his contribution to rescuing Hector earned him the support of many Trojans.

But Cassandra was deeply frightened by this, because Paris, who was so brave, was by no means the cowardly and arrogant brother she had remembered, but a puppet who seemed to have been stuffed into another kind of soul and will.

From the time when Paris abducted the Queen of Mycenae to yesterday's fierce battle, Cassandra vaguely captured some traces of human manipulation by recalling a series of recent events surrounding Troy, and gradually weaved a story in her mind. The terrible truth.

——Someone, or some potential force, is driving Troy and the Greek states to fight to the death, launching a sacrifice of blood and fire!

After coming to this conclusion, Cassandra couldn't help but shudder, and her eyes subconsciously fell on Hector.

But looking at her brother who was still unconscious on the hospital bed, she couldn't help but feel frustrated.

His brother Hector was injured by a powerful divine force in a previous battle, and the divine magic he mastered could not awaken him. It was also a way to want him to regain control of the Trojan army and then pull Troy back from rushing towards the cliff. Delusion.

Can I just watch misfortunes happen like before, but I can't do anything about it?

Just as Cassandra was sitting in front of the hospital bed muttering in pain, a gentle voice came to her ears on the wind.

"Want to save him? I can help you..."

Hearing this sudden whisper, Cassandra in front of the hospital bed was shocked. She immediately pulled out the dagger from her waist, leaned against the corner and made a defensive posture, staring at the tent like a little she-cat with exploded fur. The figure appeared in the middle of nowhere.

"Well, the alertness is good. But don't be nervous, we have met before." Lorne smiled slightly, and there was a faint neigh of a war horse behind him, and a certain warm glow emanated from his body simultaneously.

Sensing the familiar aura, Kassandra blurted out in disbelief.

"Lord Apollo?"

Lorne smiled noncommittally, walked straight to the hospital bed, reached out and caressed the top of Hector's head, easily dissipating the divine power condensed in his body.

Seeing her brother's pale face gradually returning to its original rosiness, Cassandra couldn't help but drop the dagger in her hand and almost cried with joy while hugging Hector on the hospital bed.

If his brother could wake up in time, Troy might be saved!

However, as if he could read what others were thinking, the figure who appeared in the tent spoke quietly, pouring cold water on her heart:

"Don't be too happy too early. The trouble Troy is facing now, don't talk about one Hector, it will be useless if ten Hectors wake up."

Kassandra's heart trembled, and she murmured:

"Is it because... the Battle of Troy is about the gods? Just like the Battle of Thessaly?"

Lorne glanced at the priest girl in surprise and showed admiration:

"Not bad, you can actually think of this. It seems that King Priam has raised a pair of good children."

Before sneaking into Troy, he had already done enough homework, and naturally knew that the girl in front of him was the legendary prophet priest Cassandra.

Although she had expected her gift of foresight, Lorne was still surprised by her keen insight.

Upon hearing this compliment from the gods, Cassandra's face showed an unnatural blush, then she lowered her head, bit her lip and begged:

"Then, Lord Apollo, please tell me how Troy should find a way out of this catastrophe."

When Luo En heard this, he seemed to smile but not smile:

"Haven't you already made your choice? With Paris and the one behind him, you Troy may not have no way to survive."

"No, all this disaster may have been caused by them!"

Kassandra answered seriously, and then told the real patron saint of Troy everything about the situation in the city, Paris' strange behavior, and the inexplicably activated statue in the great temple.

"So that's what happened..." Lorne nodded, his eyes thoughtful.

Apparently, the patron saint statue in Troy was the wedge used by Zeus to convey divine will and manipulate the situation.

At this time, Cassandra also found the crux of Troy's demise from the reaction of the gods in front of her, and immediately said solemnly:

"I have read the files from two hundred years ago, and I know the whole story of the giant war. Naturally, I also understand what the consequences will be if Troy follows the will of His Majesty!"

Although history is often buried by the sands of time, there are always some people who will dig out the truth from the past and use it as a teacher and guide to move towards a more distant future.

And the biggest gain of Cassandra's reading of the files is to see Thessaly, a living example of surviving the last war of gods.

History has long told everyone through facts: His Majesty the God King of Olympus does not care about the life and death of mortals. If you follow him all the way to the end, you will most likely become the cornerstone of his forging of the god rank.

Only those in the Ares Mountain will look at the struggles of mortals and show a trace of pity.

Therefore, Troy wanted to find a way to survive in the upcoming war of gods. Even if it did not follow the gods of Ares Mountain who disappeared, it had to cut off the manipulation of the king of gods behind the scenes, so as not to become a discarded piece on the chessboard. Thinking of this, Cassandra took a deep breath and uttered her rebellious request:

"So, I dare to ask you to destroy the statue in the Great Temple, mediate this war, and save Troy from being harmed!"

However, Loen just smiled and asked playfully:

"Why should I help you?"

Cassandra was slightly stunned, and her face turned red and white alternately.

After a brief hesitation, she seemed to have finally made up her mind, and she tore open her corset, and the loose long skirt instantly slipped off her shoulders, revealing her immature and energetic body.

Looking at the priestess girl who closed her eyes and rushed straight at him, Loen was startled, and quickly covered his chest and dodged:

"Let's talk about the conditions, why are you taking off your clothes?"

Cassandra, who had failed, opened her eyes, her flushed face full of embarrassment and shame:

"Lord Apollo, don't you want my body? I am willing to use it as a bargaining chip, isn't it enough?"

As we all know, the Greek gods are very philanthropic, and their gifts often come with expensive prices.

Back then, although Cassandra was washed by the snake in the temple of Apollo and gained the ability to predict the future, she was also remembered by the god of light because of her beauty.

Once, Apollo took advantage of her playing in the temple and wanted to have sex with her and asked her to be his lover. Cassandra did not obey, and shouted for help and resisted, and finally did not let Apollo get what he wanted.

But this kind of shame of not getting what he wanted also made the arrogant main god very angry at Cassandra for not knowing the tact, so he cursed her and made her prophecy not be believed in Troy.

Now, in order to save her country from the prophecy of destruction, Cassandra finally lowered her proud head, threw away her dignity and shame, and took the initiative to dedicate herself to the Trojan patron saint.

However, the Trojan patron saint in Cassandra's eyes just coughed awkwardly and dodged his eyes:

"I don't think I said that I am Apollo..."

"..."

Silence, there was only silence in the tent.

The stagnant atmosphere lasted for a quarter of an hour. Cassandra, who had come back to her senses from the stagnation, bent down stiffly, picked up the long skirt on the ground as if nothing had happened, put it on again, and asked calmly:

"What do you want me to pay? As long as I have it, I will not hesitate."

It must be said that this priestess who left her name in the epic has a very high psychological quality and is quite indifferent to fame and fortune.

Lorne's appreciation for Cassandra became stronger, and then his tone loosened a little:

"I would like to help you, but the statue is probably connected to Zeus's will, so it is not convenient for me to do it."

"So, you can't stop all this?"

Cassandra looked disappointed, and the light in her eyes dimmed, as if she had lost her spiritual support in an instant.

"Don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet." Lorne looked at Cassandra with a smile, "Just because I'm not convenient doesn't mean you can't."

"Me?" Cassandra looked stunned.

"That's right. It's better to rely on yourself than on others. Although it's not convenient for me to take action directly, I can teach you how to destroy the statue. With your identity, it should be easy for you to get close to it." Lorne smiled and said.

Without a moment's hesitation, Cassandra asked solemnly: "Then what should I do? Please tell me!"

"When Paris goes out of the city to challenge tomorrow, you sneak into the Great Temple and stab this into the chest of the statue."

While Lorne responded, he took out a purple-red short blade with a curved shape like lightning from the magic circle and handed it to Cassandra.

This is the short sword that specifically defeats all enchantments, contracts, and represents [betrayal] - the Talisman of Destroying All Laws!

In order to pull out the nail that Zeus embedded in Troy, Lorne borrowed this special artifact from Medea.

Cassandra glanced at the Talisman of Destroying All Laws in her hand, then looked up at the mysterious god in front of her and asked faintly.

"So, what should I give first for your generosity?"

"Open a door for the coalition forces outside the city when I need it."

"You want me to betray Troy?"

"No, this is a way out for you."

Lorne stared at the frowning Cassandra and spoke leisurely.

"Troy will eventually fall, but which side the door is opened to will determine whether Troy can have a chance to break and then stand up."

Cassandra pondered for a moment, her eyes moved slightly:

"Then, can you tell me your god's name."

"You can call me-Lorn..."

Cassandra felt relieved when she heard it.

The god of wine and feast, the shepherd of the sheep on earth.

It turned out to be Him, then there is no problem.

Then, as if she had regained her spiritual support, the young priestess clenched the Talisman of Destroying All Laws in her hand, raised her head and showed a faint and elegant smile to the god in front of her.

"Okay, I will do as you say tomorrow!"