Greece brings evildoers

At night, the bright moonlight shines on the streets, reflecting the cold metallic light of the swords, shields and armor of the patrolling soldiers, filling the dead city of Troy with a sense of oppression that is about to come.

And a figure took advantage of the cover of night and came to the most heavily guarded Troy Palace.

"Hey, you started very quickly. You managed to control the situation so easily. It seems that you have great control over the army."

Hearing the voice outside the door that was either teasing or complimenting, Hector, who was sitting in the hall waiting, turned a little dark and snorted coldly:

"Thanks to you, I have to take some coercive action against my own family."

Lorne walked in the door, looked around, and smiled nonchalantly.

"Okay, there's not even a trace of blood or damage here. Don't sound like you've killed all your family members. I guess the old king gave in on his own initiative, right? He cherishes his life, but he's not stupid. No one can do without Troy. , but I cannot do without you as the guard, so I can only hand over the power to you. "

Hector nodded and looked helplessly at the visiting earthly shepherd:

"You are really as wise as the legend says. So, what do you need Troy to do? Open the door immediately, surrender, and hand over my brother and sister?"

Here, Hector calls the Queen of Mycenae, who was abducted by his brother Paris, his "brother and sister", with an obvious intention of protecting her.

Obviously, compared with that scumbag brother, he is still a bit humane.

At this moment, Lorne shook his head and said solemnly:

"No! Not only do you not have to surrender, you must also step up preparations for war!"

"Is it because—the God War is coming?"

Hearing Hector's groaning, Lorne looked at the Trojan defender with slight surprise:

"You actually guessed it."

"I'm not stupid either."

Hector replied in a deep voice, his brown eyes becoming dark.

"Nearly three hundred years have passed since the rebellion in Olympus. Since everything is not over yet, what should come will eventually come."

Then, he paused, with a bitter expression on his face.

"It's just that I didn't expect that Troy would be the first to be involved."

"There is no way, the gods have disappeared, and there are not just these few divine-blooded heroes left that can make His Majesty remember them."

Lorne spread his hands and looked mockingly at Olympus among the stars.

Hector heard the implication, and his expression suddenly changed slightly.

"You mean He wants us all to die in this war?"

"Otherwise? You don't really think that His Majesty the God King is too busy to help you resist the attack of the Greek coalition, do you?"

Lorne asked calmly, and then revealed the truth with a sneer.

"To be honest, Troy and Mycenae are just the fuses that light the barrels of explosives. When enough Greek heroes and elite soldiers gather here, they will blow you up into the sky and cut off the blood of the gods on the earth. , no longer poses the slightest threat to Olympus, this is the true purpose of His Majesty the God King!"

It is true that there was no real winner in the end of the Trojan War.

Not only did the elite soldiers and divine-blooded heroes in their respective camps suffer heavy casualties, but it also caused the strength of each city-state to decline sharply after the war, and none of them ended well.

Troy was destroyed in the war, Mycenae fell apart, and Sparta declined in the war...

On the contrary, Athens, which was behind the scenes throughout the whole process, rose up after the war and became the biggest gainer of the war.

But Hector was still a little skeptical about Lorne's statement:

"We are just mere mortals. Even if we have divine blood flowing, how can we be worthy of being killed by His Majesty the God King?"

"It is His consistent principle to rather kill the wrong person than let him go."

"Even if there is no Troy or Mycenae, there are still hundreds or even thousands of divine blood heroes in the world. Can He kill them all?"

"So, have you ever heard of [Magic Box]?"

Lorne smiled playfully and spoke quietly.

"The owner of this thing is currently in the military camp in Mycenae. If enough blood and souls are sacrificed, what do you think will happen?"

"Hiss~~!"

Hector gasped and his face became extremely ugly.

How could he not know about the famous Pandora's Box?

If this thing is activated, not to mention the divine blood heroes scattered in various city-states, I am afraid that the entire human race will be extinct!

"So, we are all sacrifices to open the magic box?"

"To that Majesty, this is probably your only value."

Lorne smiled with sarcasm in his eyes.

That's the problem with his God King. He obviously wants to eat people, but he always wants to maintain a false sense of dignity and doesn't want to get his hands dirty.

At this moment, Hector, who realized the real crisis, no longer hesitated and respectfully showed his cards to this earthly shepherd:

"I have sent troops to blockade the damaged Great Temple, and also controlled the priests originally stationed there. What are you going to do next?"

"Is there anything strange in the city?"

"No! Ever since the statue of the patron saint was destroyed, the aura that enveloped Troy has disappeared, and nothing else has happened."

"That's good."

Lorne nodded and then spoke seriously.

"Now that the nail that Zeus embedded in Troy has been pulled out, I hope that you will build an altar to worship the gods of Ares Mountain on the original foundation as soon as possible. The sooner the better! Because, I will also attack the Mycenaean military camp soon. The hidden danger inside has taken action."

"Pandora?"

"Well, once this Disaster Witch is dealt with, I'm afraid the news of the return of the Argonauts and I won't be hidden for too long. By then, His Majesty the God King will probably be unable to sit still, so you need to prepare in advance. "

Hector couldn't help but feel shocked when he heard this, and immediately nodded seriously.

Now that we have chosen to abandon the "divine grace" of His Majesty the God-King, we can only follow the path of the shepherd to the end.

After getting the result he wanted, Lorne simply waved his hand.

"Okay, I've said everything I need to say. If there's nothing else, I'm going to rush back to the camp to solve another problem."

"Wait a minute!"

At this time, Cassandra walked in from outside the door, quickly stopped Lorne, pulled a beautiful blond woman who still had charm and said in a deep voice.

"We'll go back with you!"

Lorne glanced at the woman's familiar facial contour, thoughtfully.

"You are... Helen's sister?"

"Well, as you can see, I, a sinner, am still alive." The beautiful woman nodded with a wry smile, and then a look of enlightened calm appeared on her face.

"Although I can be like the dissatisfied lover and blame everything on the gods. But now that I have done it, I must take responsibility. Therefore, I beg you to take me back to the military camp in Greece and put me Leave it to my husband, Agamemnon, to put an end to this meaningless war."

Lorne looked at the sister-in-law in front of him, who seemed to be willing to risk his life to be a lobbyist for Troy, and Cassandra, who was holding hands and wanted to go with her, with a somewhat subtle look.

In fact, Clytemnestra was not a showy woman.

In the original destiny trajectory, because Agamemnon was going to lead troops to attack Troy, he was worried that his wife Hongxing, who lived alone, would cheat on her, so before departure, he arranged for a singer to monitor his wife day and night to ensure that she would not be tempted.

During this period, Aegisthus, another brother of Agamemnon, took a fancy to his sister-in-law and the throne of his brother Agamemnon, and seduced Clytemnestra several times. Terra refused.

But later, Aegisthus took the singer who was responsible for surveillance to a desert island, buried him in the belly of a wild beast, and told his sister-in-law that Agamemnon had sacrificed his daughter with his own hands in order to win the war. In anger, Clytemnestra obeyed Aegisthus, and when her husband Agamemnon returned home victoriously and was blessed with a stolen Trojan princess, he and Aegisthus killed him. Her husband and her husband avenged their daughter.

And the unfortunate Princess of Troy also died in the murder because of Clytemnestra's anger.

Yes, it's Cassandra herself...

The trajectory of this fate is almost as crooked as grandma's house.

However, when I think about Penthesilea who was supposed to die at the hands of Achilles, she is still hanging out with the effeminate Achilles (Diana), inseparable all day long, and even has a master-disciple relationship, Lorne was relieved.

Just be crooked, no matter how hard you try, it will still be better than the original ending where everything is completely cool.

Lorne shook his head to dispel the messy thoughts in his mind, but did not agree to let his sister-in-law go back and throw herself into a trap:

"Agamemnon is not as clean as you think. As soon as you were kidnapped, he ran to Sparta to propose marriage, hoping to take your sister Helen into his arms with the powerful Spartan army. And your husband He obeyed the words of the God-King, and under the instructions of Zeus, he expanded the territory of Mycenae. I am afraid that he had already set his sights on Troy. All he needed was a reason to take action. Therefore, Agamemnon attacked you and Paris. Do you really know nothing about the elopement?”

The Queen of Mycenae opposite heard this, and her face gradually became cloudy and uncertain.

No wonder that on those days when the Trojan fleet arrived, her husband, who had always been very strict with her, would take the initiative to let her receive Paris and others;

No wonder her husband would go out frequently during those days, leaving her and Paris alone;

No wonder I was able to escape safely from the heavily guarded Mycenaean palace with a large amount of gold and silver treasures and some cumbersome maids...

Judging from various signs, I am afraid that my husband is not the mastermind, but also a half-informed person, and he is fueling the flames behind the scenes.

But after a long silence, the sister-in-law sighed quietly:

"Anyway, it was my fault first..."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you: Agamemnon suffered a defeat a few days ago. When he returned, he threw your daughter on the altar, saying that he was sacrificing it to the gods in exchange for victory for Greece. If Helen hadn't gone there in time, If you agree to let other city-states take the place of Mycenae, I'm afraid your daughter's ashes are now cold. Your Highness, you don't want your daughter to continue to be bullied after your death, right?"

As Luo En quietly made up for the output of this sword, the sister-in-law who originally looked like she had no hope for life suddenly became furious, like a she-wolf protecting her cubs.

"Agamemnon, that beast! What does the matter between us have to do with my daughter? Just wait, I will make him pay the price!"

Seeing the lively aunt who wanted to go back and kill the scumbag immediately, Lorne couldn't help but reveal a sinister smile on her face.

He didn't care whether Agamemnon died or not. This fool probably still dreamed that after finishing Troy, he could dominate the Greek states with the support of Zeus.

Little did he know that in His Majesty the God King's plan, there was no intention to fulfill his promise.

Anyway, it is a consumable that should be thrown away after use, so use more waste to give my sister-in-law more motivation to survive.

“What if” Agamemnon encountered misfortune, and Sparta, which had a marriage relationship with Mycenae, happened to intervene strongly and took the opportunity to gather military forces, so that the Mycenaeans and their vassal armies could continue to shine for the real great cause.

Seeing that her plan was not adopted, Cassandra could not help but question:

“But now the coalition has an absolute advantage. Are you really willing to give up your prejudice and join forces with us?”

“So, I asked you to open a door at a critical moment…”

Lorne spoke leisurely, with a meaningful tone.

At this moment, Cassandra suddenly realized and finally understood the other party’s intention. She couldn’t help but admire and even look at the shepherd with piety.

It must be said that this pure worship made Lorne very useful.

But since he had already wasted a lot of time in Troy, he could only regretfully gather his mind and bid farewell to the three people in the palace.

"Remember my words, immediately build an altar to worship the gods of Ares Mountain, and wait for my order!"

The three of them nodded respectfully, and watched the god walk into the thick night.

~~

After slipping out of Troy with ease, Loen looked at the Greek army camp outside the city with a flickering eye.

Then it was time to meet the witch of disaster.

Just as Loen was about to sneak into the Mycenae camp to find out what was going on, his eyes suddenly shrank, and he immediately raised his right hand and grabbed a small forest not far away that was rustling in the breeze:

"Who? Get out!"

"Swish!"

Suddenly, the thick night in the forest was torn apart in the air, and a sneaky figure was dragged out in a panic.

Sensing the familiar pressure around him rising steadily, the figure on the sand hurriedly raised his hands and shouted:

"No, no, don't do it, it's me!"

"Hermes?"

Loen looked at the face full of stealth and was stunned.

"You're back?"

"If I hadn't been smart, I would have almost never come back!"

Hermes snorted unhappily, with a strong resentment between the lines.

Under the moonlight, Lorne discovered that Hermes, who used to pay much attention to his appearance, was now in tattered clothes, and his body was full of shocking wounds and blood scabs that had just solidified.

"Did you meet Zeus?"

Lorne's face changed, and he immediately jumped back and distanced himself from Hermes.

Hermes' face darkened a little when he saw this:

"How could I survive if I met him? There are three hundred-armed giants squatting in the Temple of Destiny! And what's the point of running so far?"

"Ahem, the scenery at the seaside is nice. I'm glad I'm back, let's go in and talk slowly."

Lorne coughed guiltily, then put on a warm smile, and pulled Hermes into the heavily guarded Spartan coach's tent.