Why is My Second Dimension Weird?

Before the Greek Allied Forces established their camp, someone rushed out from the Greek Allied Forces with chariots.

This man was none other than King Menelaus of Sparta, the sufferer.

"Paris, you cowardly Trojan, you abducted my wife, and now I will fight you!"

"Duel! Duel!!"

The Spartans behind him immediately tapped their weapons on the bronze shield in their hands, making piercing noises and shouting in unison.

For a moment, a huge sound wave went straight into the sky, and it slapped the Trojans on the city wall fiercely with a terrifying momentum.

Some young recruits suddenly turned pale, almost unable to grasp the weapons in their hands.

The Trojan soldiers on the city wall talked a lot, but their expressions seemed a little strange.

Menelaus was already a grumpy person, and he didn't get a response for a long time. His bald head suddenly became red with anger, and he started yelling.

"Paris, you dare to abduct my wife but dare not face me, are you still a man!?

You bumless coward! "

The Spartans behind him shouted again.

Hector, who was standing on the city wall, tapped his ears with his fingers, and said casually:

"You really want to see my brother?"

"Hmph! He abducted my wife, I want to fight him, this is the right given to me by the gods!"

Menelaus snorted.

Hector stared at him for a long time, with strange eyes, as if he was looking at something strange, and then dropped the next sentence.

"Don't regret it."

Then he turned and walked down the city wall.

After a while, when Menelaus was restless and couldn't help but order to attack the city, the city gate slowly opened.

A chariot slowly drove out of the city, followed by a group of soldiers.

Soon the chariot stopped opposite Menelaus.

"I brought my brother Paris..."

Menelaus said with a fierce look on his face:

"Soon, we will start now, and conduct a holy decision under the witness of the gods..."

But before he finished speaking, Hector turned slightly sideways, and a figure appeared beside him.

Menelaus suddenly got stuck in the middle of speaking, because the sudden appearance made him forget what to say.

With short fluffy blond hair, a cute little face, and a petite body hiding beside Hector, with tears in his eyes, he looked at him in horror, like a poor lamb.

This is clearly a superb lady who is cuter than a loli!

Menelaus suddenly felt as if his heart had been struck by lightning from Zeus.

What a lovely person!

It actually made him more excited than when he saw Helen!

This king must get him!

Menelaus yelled in his heart, but the reaction was that his expression became more ferocious, and Paris was so frightened that he hid behind Hector again, not daring to look at him.

But Menelaus didn't care at all, or he just liked such a soft and delicious lamb.

As for Helen... Who is Helen?

"Paris! Hurry up and fight me!!"

Menelaus pretended to be righteous and dignified, but even a fool could see the greed and possessiveness in his eyes.

Other people present, even the Spartan soldiers he brought looked at him with extremely strange eyes.

Agamemnon, who was watching the battle standing on a chariot not far away, had the urge to cover his face.

Brother, even if you think about it in your heart, don't expose it in front of so many people!

Facing everyone's strange eyes, Menelaus didn't care at all.

All he can think about now is how to turn the cutie opposite him into his slave.

Thinking of the wonderful life in the future, Menelaus couldn't help rubbing his bald head excitedly.

How could the dark desire in this guy's heart be hidden from others.

A cold killing intent flashed in Hector's ears and eyes, but his face remained calm, and he said lightly:

"Will the great king of Sparta fight a child?"

Menelaus couldn't help showing a trace of hesitation on his face, and his mind full of yellow waste became a little clearer.

Forcibly pulling a child to a duel with him in public is not an honorable thing, and it will definitely be regarded as a coward who only bullies the weak.

Sparta has always been known for its bravery and toughness. If this king is called a coward, the Council of Elders will definitely unite with the temple and depose him as king.

The king's crown cannot be thrown away for the sake of beauty.

Menelaus woke up completely, rolled his eyes, and pointed the ax in his hand at Hector.

"You are his elder brother, so you will fight me instead of him. If you lose, your younger brother will be my slave!"

"it is good."

Hector replied briefly.

The killing intent in his eyes was even stronger, but he hid his killing intent very well, and he still had that foolish look on his face.

Menelaus secretly thought, Hector has always been famous in the Aegean Sea for his resourcefulness, and he has never heard of any rumors of bravery.

And looking at his lean body, he doesn't seem to be very capable of fighting.

Killing Hector can not only get the cutie, but also make the Trojans lose their commander, making it easier for them to attack Troy.

There is no more profitable business than this.

As for his own loss, Menelaus never considered this result at all.

He is the king of the Spartans known for his bravery in the Aegean Sea, how could he lose?

nonexistent!

"bring it on!!"

Menelaus let out a roar, the veins on his forehead twitched violently, and he swung a giant ax weighing two hundred kilograms, charging up like an angry bear.

With a relaxed smile on Hector's face, he touched Paris's head. Under his worried eyes, he relaxed and greeted Paris with his cross gun upside down.

3 minutes later.

Menelaus raised his battle ax and slashed down, but Hector used the tail of his cross spear to guide him to the ground.

With this power, Hector turned around lightly and stabbed the cross spear behind him.

Menelaus couldn't hold back his strength, and his body leaned forward. He seemed to be sent to the door by himself, and he slammed into the sharp point of the spear with a face of despair.

puff!

The tip of the spear pierced from the bottom up, pierced Menelaus' jaw, pierced his skull, and pierced his bald top.

Time on the battlefield seemed to have stood still. The Spartan warriors who were beating their shields to cheer for the king all stopped, and their astonished gazes turned to the ordinary figure in the center of the battlefield.

Hector pulled out the cross spear casually, and the unsupported corpse crashed to the ground. White brains mixed with blood gushed out, blooming on the corpse like flowers.

Hector shook off the blood on the tip of the gun, and then looked at Agamemnon not far away.

The brother's death did not move the wise general's face in the slightest.

He silently beckoned to the soldiers to carry Menelaus' body onto the chariot, then shook the reins, and drove the chariot towards the coalition camp.

Hector watched his back and sighed slightly.

He thought that when his brother was killed face to face, Agamemnon would lose his mind and rush forward, and he would have the opportunity to kill the commander of the Greek coalition forces, causing chaos in the Greek coalition forces.

Unexpectedly, Agamemnon was so tolerant.

Looking at Agamemnon's back, Hector's expression slowly became serious.

The blood relative was killed face to face, but remained indifferent, showing no signs of impulsive revenge. This guy's tolerance was beyond Hector's imagination, and he must be the enemy of Troy.

An important figure died at the beginning of the coalition army, and morale plummeted. Naturally, Agamemnon would not choose to launch an attack at this time.

Soon the allied forces returned to the camp by the sea with Menelaus' body.

Perhaps due to the unfavorable start, the coalition forces tried to forcibly launch a siege in the next few days, but were easily repelled by the tight defense of the Trojans.

In the days of siege battles, the coalition forces suffered heavy losses, with casualties as high as a thousand in one day, and three or four thousand in a few days.

On the other hand, the Trojans easily repelled the attack of the coalition forces with their strong and tall city walls and abundant defense equipment, but their own losses were minimal.

Agamemnon had to temporarily stop such reckless siege methods, and planned to build the siege equipment first before launching the attack.

After days of failures, the entire coalition camp was filled with a depressing atmosphere.

The wailing of wounded soldiers could be heard from time to time in the camp, which was desolate.

A handsome young man with blond hair came to the corner of the camp with a sad face. There was a tent sitting there alone. The other tents seemed to be avoiding the plague, and the nearest one was ten meters away.

The blond young man is Achilles' best friend, Patroclus. Seeing such a scene, the sadness and depression on his face became even stronger.

They shouldn't have lived in such a deserted corner.

Unlike his rough and violent brothers, Agamemnon is flexible in communication and knows how to behave. He prepared the best camp for the heroes. It is located in the center of the heavily protected camp, next to the big tents of the lords. There are even servants who serve specially.

However, after Achilles entered the coalition army, he put on a negative posture of paddling for fish, and had no intention of going out with the army at all. He even set up a camp and deliberately found a corner where no one was there, showing an extremely out-of-group look.

Patroclus had planned to show his talents in this battle and establish supreme feats and fame, but he didn't expect his friend to be so negative.

The two joined the coalition together, and he was embarrassed to leave his friend alone.

This ambivalence made Patroclus very distressed.

He came today to persuade Achilles to join the war again.The Allied Forces have been defeated one after another, and this is an excellent opportunity. If you enter the battlefield as a savior and lead the Allied Forces to victory, you will surely be able to achieve supreme feats and glory.