Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 527 45 Macedonian Fortress

"My guess is not wrong!

This is another military fortress left over from the invasion of the Kingdom of Macedonia! "

The one who spoke at this time was the person with the lowest presence among the eight bachelors.

He is almost always in the corner of the team, often even deliberately avoiding the sight of others.

Even the maesters are not familiar with this person.

"Historian Hook Lauer, please meet him."

Mergwin was quite impressed with this man. When the chief maesters finalized the roster of the expedition team, the other members all had research results from their respective continents.

Only this ‘Hook Raul’ from the Apennine Peninsula knew nothing about ancient Egyptian civilization.

Even so, the chief ancient civilization bachelor "Hoffmann Heinsili" still respected him quite a lot, because this man single-handedly supported an independent academic field.

Byzantine scholars have long stubbornly believed that Rome was the greatest country in the history of the Western Continent.

Thousands of years ago, Rome, living on the Apennine Peninsula, was transformed from a fragmented alliance of city-states, destroying Carthage, Persia, and Egypt. At its peak, its land area encompassed the entire Mediterranean Sea and became the Roman Inland Sea.

Thousands of years later, although the kingdom's land area has no longer regained its former glory, the existence of the Chamber of Commerce allows them to still invisibly rule all the countries in the Western Continent.

Regardless of national wealth, religious beliefs, or craftsmanship, the Byzantine Empire was far superior to all the kingdoms in the Western Continent.

They inherited the mantle of Rome and passed down the word "democratic republic" perfectly.

Hook Raul firmly believed that Rome was not the most powerful country in the history of the Western Continent.

Gaius Octavian, known as "Augustus", was not the most outstanding emperor in the Western Continent.

Hundreds of years before the rise of Rome, an emperor once named "Alexander" accomplished even more astonishing achievements.

At the peak of its national power, the "Kingdom of Macedonia" he led occupied almost half of the known world.

The first person to destroy Egypt was Alexander the Great.

Most of the bachelors in the city scorned Hook Raul's research.

You know, the library's collection of books at this time has reached a terrifying 53,000 volumes. In 50,000 volumes of old and new ancient books, there are only a handful of three or five lines recorded about this "Alexander the Great".

Only two or three ancient hand-written ancient books vaguely mention that "Alexandria", the Kingdom of Egypt adjacent to the Mediterranean Sea, was named after this king.

As to why he was named, there is no other answer.

Among all the bachelors, only Hook Raul regarded this as irrefutable proof that "Alexander the Great" once existed.

The centipede insect remained dead but not stiff. By about 500 BC, although ancient Egypt no longer had the glory it had a thousand years ago, it was still a behemoth dominating the northern continent.

There is no other way to convince the proud pharaoh to name their land after him than to conquer them head-on on the battlefield.

The other maesters certainly laughed at his idea.

If there really was such an emperor in the long history of the Western Continent, if he really burned the war from the Western Continent all the way to ancient India as Hu Krall said, his kingdom could not have perished in the history in just a few decades. In the long river.

Rome must have records about this so-called "Principality of Macedonia".

Not to mention books and murals, bards would at least compile thousands of songs to praise his achievements.

However, at this time, even the most senior singer in the Byzantine Empire had never heard of the name "Alexander".

Rather than saying that this person actually existed, it seemed more like he existed only in the wild dreams of Hook Lauer.

Hook rolled his eyes and dismissed everything around him.

This group of people who questioned him drank coffee, ate cookies, and lived in high towers to study the ancient scrolls of their ancestors, but he himself spent three years walking all the way from the Persian Gulf to ancient India.

Along the way, he found at least four abandoned fortresses with obvious Greek style.

These hastily built fortresses on the battlefield have survived for thousands of years. They have a distinct Mediterranean architectural style and are incompatible with all the surrounding buildings.

This is simply impossible to happen in peaceful times.

If a noble obtained a fief and wanted to build a city, selecting workers from the local area would be the most direct and labor-saving way, and the construction workers on the East-West Continental Bridge would inevitably have to use local construction techniques.

Such a fortress, a building with entirely Mediterranean characteristics, could only appear in war.

Because when war breaks out, the invaders simply cannot trust the natives to build marching forts!

Thousands of years later, when Hukraul stretched out his hands to touch these mottled city walls again, these fortresses had become markets, formations, or places where Arab armies garrisoned troops.

The signs of renovation were so severe that other bachelors could not see the Mediterranean style he mentioned when looking at the hand-drawn drawings he brought back with great pains.

Hooker Lauer didn't mind.

The truth is destined to be in the hands of a few people. In a stable and stable society, 90% of the mortals must be both stupid and hard-working.

Only the true elite can hold the torch high and light the way for future generations.

This time he entered the Black Desert for two purposes:

1. Continue to look for proof that Alexander the Great existed.

The East-West Continental Bridge is an overly prosperous human society, and if this emperor had invaded ancient Egypt, there might have been temporary structures deep in the desert that were not seriously damaged.

2. Find out who erased all clues of his existence in the world.

Hook Raul did not expect that on the third day after entering the Black Desert, the place where Old Hash settled might solve his doubts.

He stretched out his hand to touch the city wall that had been eroded by the wind and sand into shape. He ignored the other bachelors and entered the ruins of the city alone.

"This is not a city

This is a hastily built military fortress! "

The only ironclad evidence of Alexander the Great's existence is the Mediterranean port of Alexandria. Hukraul firmly believed that this man must have invaded ancient Egypt, because in ancient times, only by winning the war could one obtain the right to name a city.

Entering the city through the wall, as expected, all the houses are now dilapidated after hundreds of years of sand erosion. Although the "stone + cement" construction technology commonly used by ancient Greek city-states has good efficiency, it cannot resist the long-term erosion of wind and sand.

Most of the houses have collapsed and only half of the walls remain. The only well-preserved part is a huge stone building similar to a Greek temple. As the building reached four stories high, the Greek columns that were supposed to be erected at the door had already collapsed, and even the patterns on the columns had mostly been corroded by the wind and sand.

Hook Lauer took out a brush made of soft horse hair from his arms and carefully wiped away the thick sand accumulated on the surface of the pillar. He wanted to find words on the pillar, but in the end he found nothing.

The constant blowing sand has smoothed the hard texture on the surface of the Doric pillars, not to mention the ancient Greek characters carved on the surface.

The outdoor stone pillars experience hot wind and fine sand every day. It is not surprising that they have become like this. Maybe there are other clues in this abandoned building.

Hu Kraul stood up and was about to step into the stone room when a big hand suddenly put his shoulder.

Looking back, he saw Loki with a solemn expression and his iconic blood axe.

"Little brother, close your eyes and smell carefully."

"Smell something?"

Hukraul shook his head in confusion. Loki pulled him behind him, pulled out his ax and said lightly -

——"This is the smell of wet blood!"