Why is My Second Dimension Weird?

This was extremely attractive to the unknown Patroclus.

So in the past few days, he kept persuading Achilles, but Achilles just refused.

Patroclus opened the tent, and a strong smell of alcohol mixed with a smell of hormones rushed to his face, making him frown.

The tent was extremely dirty, with empty wine jars and food residues piled up in it, and there was almost no place to step down.

Two white bodies were lying on the haystack at the corner of the tent.

One of them was a petite girl with an iron ring around her neck, showing her status as a slave girl.

As for the other, it was his good friend Achilles.

Seeing the two of them sleeping soundly hugging each other with no clothes on, the tent was filled with the smell of a man and woman after having sex.

A thick flame rose for no apparent reason in Patroclus' heart.

"Achilles!"

He drank in a low voice.

The sound immediately awakened the two people who were sleeping, and the female slave subconsciously picked up the blanket to shield her body.

Achilles yawned indifferently, and showed off his muscular body, comparable to that of a fitness trainer.

"Baby, you go out first."

He said to the slave girl.

The female slave nodded obediently, wrapped the blanket around her body, saluted Patroclus, and walked out of the tent.

Looking at the graceful back, the flames in Patroclus' eyes seemed to burn more vigorously.

He stared fixedly at Achilles.

"Achilles, are you here just to drink and play with women?"

Achilles stood up unsteadily, as if he hadn't recovered from the alcohol.

After a while, he slowly put on his clothes and said casually:

"Patroclus, my good brother, I should tell you, this war is meaningless, I don't want to be treated as a pawn by others."

"you……"

Just as Patroclus was about to say something, a cry came from outside the tent.

"Achilles! Let's go hunting!"

It was a few heroes who were familiar with him who were inviting him.

Achilles' eyes lit up instantly.

As he quickly put on his equipment, he yelled outside.

"I'm coming right now!"

After a while, Achilles was dressed neatly!He rushed out of the tent, behind him was the extremely disappointed gaze of Patroclus...

A group of heroes rode war horses galloping across the wilderness, while prey such as hares and elk fled in all directions.

Swish!

Arrows were shot out one after another, and from time to time, prey were hit, and they fell to the ground screaming.

Before they knew it, they had crossed the hills.

"What are you looking at?!"

One of the heroes suddenly pointed forward and shouted.

The heroes follow their prestige.

"Like a temple?"

A hero said with some uncertainty.

"It's a Trojan!"

Suddenly a hero shouted.

"Go! Let's go and see!"

Someone suggested it, and all the heroes responded one after another.

Achilles followed behind the crowd, his head still a little dizzy, as if he hadn't shaken off the effects of his hangover.

The horse galloped all the way, and soon brought the heroes to the temple.

I saw an old priest in a white robe standing tremblingly in front of the temple, and several young girls in the same style of clothing were hiding behind the stone pillars and gates and looked at this side.

The old priest greeted him.

"Everyone, this is Po..."

Before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed away, and the white-haired head immediately flew into the sky.

Facing the astonished eyes of his companions, the hero who rushed down to the killer with a scimitar had a ferocious smile on his face.

"This is the temple of the Trojans!"

The defeat in the past few days has made the heroes extremely aggrieved, and their hearts have long been filled with anger towards the Trojans.

Someone incited them, and their anger was immediately ignited.

The heroes' eyes flickered, and they slowly drew out the weapons at their waists.

"what!"

The girls in the temple screamed when they saw the old priest's plight.

Their screams were suddenly like a strong erotic drug, burning the last sliver of reason of the heroes.

At this moment, only the beautiful girl in front of them and the gleaming gold in the temple are left in their eyes!

I don't know who took the lead, the heroes' eyes were red, and they rushed forward like wild beasts.

For a while, the man's laughter and the girl's screams were heard endlessly, mixed with the screams of the male servant being slaughtered.

The heroes were busy robbing women and gold, but Achilles felt a little bored. He wandered around the temple with a bronze sword.

The heroes with ferocious faces like beasts, and the priestesses running away in all directions.

Achilles seemed out of place in the mix, he just thought they were noisy.

Coupled with the hangover headache, Achilles was very irritable.

Unknowingly, he wandered into the temple hall, and a statue caught his attention.

It was a statue of a man with a bow and an arrow. It looked familiar, but he couldn't remember seeing it there for a while.

This is normal, the Greek and Trojan gods are depicted slightly differently.

At this time, the impatient hero threw the girl down and began to unleash his bestiality.

It got noisier all around.

Achilles became even more irritable, and an inexplicable anger suddenly surged in his heart.

So, he held the sword in his hand without hesitation, swish!With one blow, he cut off the neck of the statue.

Looking at the smashed head that fell to the ground, Achilles let out a long breath, and his mood immediately improved.

Bah!

On the Golden Temple of Olympus, a crystal cup fell to the ground and shattered instantly.

Crystal fragments flew in all directions, reflecting Apollo's scowling face.

There was silence above the golden palace for a while, and the gods secretly looked at Apollo with a very strange look.

Apollo never expected that he just wanted to watch a good show, but in the end... the clown turned out to be himself!

Crickets mortals!How dare you break his statue!And let him make such a big shame in front of the gods!

Unforgivable!

Achilles!I want you to die! !

The anger distorted Apollo's handsome face.

Fortunately, my sister Artemis saw that his expression was not right, so she hurriedly pulled him out of the Golden Palace.

After Apollo and Artemis left, a gloating smile appeared on Poseidon's face.

"Athena, the warrior you value has no other skills, but the ability to cause trouble is first-rate."

After finishing speaking, Poseidon left the Golden Palace with a smug smile on his face.

However, whether it was Achilles who caused trouble or Poseidon's provocation, Athena's expression did not change at all, as if she didn't care at all... On the other side, the angry Apollo was forcibly pulled back by her sister all the way his palace.

"Sister, why are you stopping me? I have to teach that arrogant mortal a lesson this time!"

Apollo gritted his teeth and said bitterly:

"Mortal crickets!"

Artemis suddenly stretched out her finger and lightly touched Apollo's forehead.

"My foolish brother, anger has clouded your eyes.

Can't you see it?The great king of the gods had been running the war from the beginning, and Athena was only his chosen agent. "

Apollo was startled suddenly, his sister's reminder calmed him down, his brain began to spin rapidly, and many unreasonable details before emerged one by one.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

"So that's how it is..."

"The backside of this war is too complicated, so listen to my sister, you'd better not get involved."

"Should I just be insulted by a mortal like Cricket and do nothing?"

Apollo looked unwilling.

"Ah, my sister didn't say that.

My sister just told you not to directly participate in this war. "