Greece brings evildoers

The next morning, the gates of Troy were opened again.

The handsome little prince Paris, with a leopard skin on his shoulders, a bow and arrow on his back, a sharp sword on his waist, and two spears in his hand, led a group of Trojan soldiers to the battlefield, threatening to challenge the bravest heroes in the Greek coalition.

Of course, Diana walked out of the coalition camp fully armed.

"Try to hold him off for a quarter of an hour. However, there is probably a divine will in this kid's body, so don't be careless!"

Hearing the instructions from her old father Lorne in her head, Diana nodded without leaving a trace, and then curled her fingers contemptuously at Paris.

"Are you the pretty boy who kidnapped Agamemnon's wife? You look a little more anthropomorphic than the old boy Agamemnon, but you're not very good at stealing people and making sneak attacks. You were the one who shot me behind my back yesterday Right? Come on, let’s fight!”

Hearing this taunt with a gun and a club, not only Paris's face turned a little dark, but even Agamemnon's expression looked like he had eaten a dead fly.

And Lorne looked at his good daughter who hit a huge critical hit with just one mouthful, and suddenly felt dumbfounded.

I'm asking you to attract hatred, but I'm not asking you to save anger points for the opponent. Later, you will be beaten to tears by the opponent, and I, the parent, will have to deal with it myself. Aren't you cheating?

Just as Lorne was secretly cursing, Paris, whose face was getting colder, took action decisively, and thrust out two javelins like thunder.

Diana was aware of the powerful divine power contained in it, and did not dare to be careless. She used her sword and shield together to block the left and right attacks from the two javelins, and took the opportunity to counterattack.

Looking at the two groups of lights and shadows colliding at high speed on the field, Lorne, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, gradually felt relieved.

Although Paris has the will of the gods in his body, unfortunately his foundation is too poor and the amount of divine power he can withstand is quite limited.

In addition, this prince usually spends most of his talents and time on women, and has almost no training or weapons, so his physical fitness and combat skills are also lackluster.

Due to various factors, the pretty girl with high-end software and crotch-stretching hardware cannot win over Diana who is dressed in a magical outfit and has all-round development.

But as time went by, Lorne gradually felt that "Paris"'s patience was disappearing little by little, and the divine power in his body also increased rapidly.

Although doing so will cause permanent mental and physical damage to the host body afterwards, the will in Paris is obviously not benevolent enough to care about the durability of the consumables.

After fighting several times in succession, Diana looked at the aegis in her hand with obvious cracks, and felt the rising power in her opponent's body. She couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart, and decisively gave up on confronting her opponent head-on. Instead, she used the golden wings behind her to fight. Move at super high speed.

For a while, the scene reached a deadlock again.

Outside the court, Lorne was estimating the time while preparing to intervene or even kill Paris with one blow.

Although the Trojan princess agreed to join the group, she was cautious and could not put all the treasure on her.

~~

At the same time, inside the city of Troy.

Cassandra, dressed in sacrificial robes and holding a wand, walked into the great temple.

When several old priests saw this, they couldn't help but look surprised:

"Your Highness Princess, you are not on guard at the military camp. What are you doing here?"

"Brother Hector is still awake. I want to pray for him."

Kassandra replied in a deep voice, then looked at the few remaining priests, frowned and added.

"Praying requires absolute silence. You go out first and don't hinder me here."

"But……"

Several priests looked at Cassandra with hesitation.

Although it is true that communicating with the gods requires a relatively quiet environment, Her Royal Highness the Princess is a priest of the Temple of Apollo, not the priest of this guardian temple. It seems to be suspected of exceeding her authority by expelling these priests who serve here without authorization.

When Cassandra saw this, her face turned cold:

"What? I am not qualified to use this temple? Or is the life and death of my brother Hector insignificant to you?"

"No, no, we are just responsible." Several remaining temple priests waved their hands quickly.

"Well, if the prayer fails, or if my brother suffers something bad because of you, I want you all to be buried with him!"

Cassandra finished speaking with a cold face, then turned and walked towards the door.

Upon seeing this, several temple priests hurriedly stepped forward to hold him, begging with grimaces.

"No, no, Your Royal Highness, we are leaving the temple immediately!"

With that said, several priests obediently withdrew from the great temple, not forgetting to close the door.

There is no way, this pot is too big, they can't carry it.

Watching the rest of the crowd leaving one after another, Cassandra took a deep breath and slowly walked to the statue of the patron saint.

Although I don’t know what the consequences of doing this will be, if nothing is done, Troy will surely perish in disaster.

Anyway, the road is a dead end, so it is better to believe that the god of wine who visited last night is here to fight for Troy and himself!

Thinking of this, Kassandra calmed down and without hesitation took out the purple curved short blade hidden in the magic array and pierced the chest of the patron saint statue at lightning speed.

"Click~!"

In an instant, the statue on the altar made a crisp cracking sound, and the sky that was originally bright and sunny suddenly became dense with dark clouds. Thunders filled with boundless anger rolled in the clouds, like a pair of pale silver swords. Shuashua pointed at the great temple in Troy.

Blasphemy, a capital crime!

The terrifying divine power only revealed a trace of breath, and Cassandra, who was the first to bear the brunt, was struck by lightning. Her face turned pale as paper in an instant, and golden red blood flowed from the corners of her mouth.

However, facing this prison-like pressure and gloomy murderous intent, Cassandra hesitated for only half a second, and then raised her arm again without hesitation, stabbing the forehead, neck, and chest of the guardian statue several times.

It must be said that women who dare to take off their clothes in front of the Greek gods and play seduction, and pretend to be calm and put their clothes back on after knowing that they have recognized the wrong person, have absolutely first-class psychological qualities.

And once they make a choice, they often walk to the end of the road under their feet without hesitation.

"Bang!"

As spider-web-like cracks crawled all over the body, the guardian statue on the altar exploded.

The lightning gathered in the clouds seemed to have lost its shelter and rushed to the battlefield outside the city of Troy.

~~

At this moment, Diana looked at Paris, who suddenly fell into confusion, and the lightning that was falling rapidly in the sky. She suddenly had an idea and raised her arms to collide fiercely. The golden divine wristband immediately set off a violent shock wave.

Pariston, who was standing on the field, was like a leaf blown by the wind. After flying hundreds of meters, he hit the wall of Troy heavily.

Before the pretty prince could get up, a cold bronze dagger was placed on his neck. With a little force from the blade, a bloody mark was cut on his skin.

Paris was panicked and his body was shaking like a sieve. He was like a different person, and he had lost his previous bravery.

In fact, he was also confused.

His head was buzzing, and his memory was scattered and broken, as if countless conductive steel needles were stirring; at the same time, he felt a heart-wrenching pain from all parts of his body, and wounds like a baby's mouth appeared on his skin, and blood kept flowing out.

He didn't know how he got here or how he got hurt.

But at this moment, instinct told him that the most important thing was to survive.

"Don't, don't kill me! I'm willing to do anything!"

Paris burst into tears and cried cowardly to the owner of the bronze sword.

Diana was slightly stunned and sneered playfully:

"Well, how about using Clytemnestra to exchange your life?" "No problem!"

Paris nodded hurriedly without hesitation.

At this moment, a beautiful blonde woman standing on the city wall watching the battle was full of disbelief.

She was the former Queen of Mycenae, Clytemnestra herself. Today, she wanted to observe her lover's heroic performance on the battlefield from a close distance, but she didn't expect to witness such an unbearable side of the other party.

Seeing this, Diana couldn't help but show contempt:

"Since you are so afraid of death, why do you still do the business of abducting other people's wives?"

"I, I don't know..."

Paris answered with a blank face, and at the same time, a strong desire to confide arose in his heart.

"After arriving in Mycenae, it seemed that a voice told me that I should do this..."

At this moment, the Queen of Mycenae on the city wall could not help but fall into deep thought.

It seemed that she also had this feeling, as if some kind of power in the dark was driving her to make such a choice.

Suddenly, Paris' eyes lit up, as if he had found the answer:

"I know, it must be that woman who cursed me behind my back! She couldn't stand the loneliness, and this matter has nothing to do with me!"

Seeing Pallas's behavior of trying to shirk responsibility and his ugly behavior of slandering his lover in order to survive, the Trojans who fought together were all in an uproar, with contempt and disappointment for the prince on their faces.

And the Queen of Mycenae on the top of the city could not help but turn pale and fell into deep confusion.

So, how did I fall in love with this kind of person in the first place? I was so obsessed that I abandoned my son and daughter and eloped with him?

Looking at Paris who performed so badly on the field, Loen was not surprised at all.

Because in the original epic, this Trojan prince was a coward who was afraid of death.

Facing the challenge of the Greek hero, he was terrified and hid among his friends, trying to let his friends and brother Hector block the knife for him. Hector, who was always good-tempered, scolded his brother for being timid and weak.

After being forced to fight and injured, Paris found his abandoned wife, the nymph Oenone, and begged for help. Oenone did not agree. In order to survive, he also pushed the responsibility to Helen, who had eloped with him, and used this to clarify to his original wife:

"My noble wife, I am in pain, please don't blame me. The cruel goddess of fate led Helen to me and made me leave you. This has nothing to do with me. I point to the gods and our past love and beg you to sympathize with me, heal my wounds with medicine, and relieve my unbearable pain..."

The above is clearly recorded in the epic "Iliad".

At this moment, Paris, whose true colors were exposed, had begun to do everything to survive.

"Let me go, I am willing to expel Clytemnestra from Troy and sign a peace treaty with Greece forever!"

Seeing that Diana was still indifferent, he turned his head to the Trojan soldiers behind him and ordered angrily.

"What are you still standing there for? Put down your weapons, do you want to kill me!"

"Shut up!"

At this moment, a figure shouted angrily and jumped down from the city wall. The long spear in his hand was thrown out like a meteor, and directly knocked away the bronze dagger in Diana's hand.

Hector? Is this kid awake?

Diana was excited to see the prey, and just as she was about to go forward to fight, a dazzling golden light shone from the top of the Trojan city, and several golden arrows formed by flames shot towards her.

Sensing the pure divine power contained in it, Diana had to withdraw and retreat quickly.

Hector under the city took this opportunity to grab his brother who was lying on the ground, and returned to the city with the Trojan soldiers whose morale had fallen to the bottom.

"Lock him in my tent! No one is allowed to let him out without my order!"

As soon as he entered the door, Hector, with a livid face, gave orders to the Trojan soldiers around him.

The soldiers immediately nodded respectfully, dragged Paris, who was almost soft as mud, away from the scene with contempt.

Compared with this pretty boy who was ugly in order to survive, they naturally trusted Hector, the eldest prince who had made a name for himself with real swords and guns, more.

Watching the brother who brought all the troubles being dragged away, Hector sighed and looked back.

"You shouldn't have done that..."

"Do you mean to let me watch you die in battle, or let me watch Troy fall?"

Cassandra, who walked down from the top of the city, asked back indifferently.

Hector shook his head, his eyes full of haze and helplessness.

"We can't change our fate, what can you do if you struggle once?"

"How do you know if you don't try? It's really stupid to go on knowing that it's a dead end."

Cassandra looked seriously at her brother Hector who had succumbed to fate, and smiled indifferently.

"Since you all refuse to listen to my prophecy, I will personally ring the alarm bell and take you on the path you should really take."

"Father will kill you..."

Hector glanced at the smoke-filled temple in the city, and deep worry appeared in his eyes.

"Even if you can get past your father, [He] probably won't let you go."

"But, you will protect me."

Cassandra smiled calmly, her tone extremely firm.

Protect?

Yes, as long as she is still alive, she will never abandon her family and people.

This kind of obvious character is really easy to be eaten alive.

Hector smiled bitterly and shook his head, looking helplessly at this sister who had been rebellious since I don't know when.

"You should have a follow-up plan, right?"

Cassandra glanced at the cheers outside the city, and replied in a deep voice:

"That person should come again in the evening."

"Okay, then I will believe you once!"

Hector took a deep breath, as if he had finally made up his mind, tightly grasped the spear in his hand, turned around and greeted a team of God Blood Guards who came from the palace in a mighty manner.

"Let's go, follow me to see my father first."

Looking at the back of the firm steps, Cassandra felt a lot of emotion in her heart.

Finally, her prophecy about the end of the world has its first follower, and Troy's wheels are turning to another path.

The unknown is full of infinite possibilities.