[Comprehensive] The Journey of the Protagonist

A quarter of an hour after Paris left Mount Ida, a group of Trojan soldiers dressed in armor, holding spears and shields in their hands, surrounded a young boy riding a pony, and came to the foot of the mountain. place.

A guard pushed a hunched old man to the front of the line. The old man was wrinkled and dressed in a slave costume made of coarse linen. He seemed to be trying to suppress his anxiety. In his mood, his cloudy eyes carefully scanned the familiar forest in front of him, and he turned around after a while, knelt down on the ground, kowtowed to the young man and said, "This is here... this is where I abandoned the little prince back then. place……"

The boy named Polydorus, the most beloved youngest son of King Priam of Troy today, held the horse's rein tightly with his right hand, and did not get off the horse's back, but just looked down. The embarrassed servant asked hesitantly, "You really didn't adopt him?"

The old servant hurriedly complained: "I... I did come to this place again after those five days..."

He anxiously argued: "But at that time, the poor child was no longer under that boulder... I thought... I thought, he was taken away by jackals or tigers and leopards... Maybe he had already been eaten Maybe..."

impossible!

What's wrong!

Where did Paris, the fuse that triggered the Trojan War, go?

The traveler who crossed over to become Polydorus secretly thought... Prince Paris in Greek mythology was adopted by a servant who had been ordered to abandon him. Before he was recognized by the king and queen of Troy, he should have lived in this Grazing in the mountains and forests, and met his first wife Oenone...

Ever since Polydorus knew that he had crossed over to the Greek mythology of the gods of Olympus, he was not only panicked by the doomed tragic future, but also worried about those gods he could never accept... Although the story of Troy The war belongs to the human world, but this battlefield that lasted for ten years, in the end, should actually belong to the competition between gods and gods, and their victory or defeat will determine the victory of human beings...

The style of the Greek gods is full of dangerous uncertainties for the traveler who came from the age of science and technology and believed in atheism for more than 20 years... He is used to unscrupulous and free speech on the Internet and bureaucrats of the ruling class The upright and pure skin on the outside is also used to the preached equality. Maybe he also knows that there is a lot of darkness in the dark, but at least his eyes can't see the whole world...

But when he crossed over, all the darkness and light in this world had been exhausted by the book "Greek Mythology". Being here, he couldn't have the power to protect himself. In the icy and snowy extreme north, all sense of security has been lost?

Sometimes, the more you know, the worse your situation will become. The more you live soberly, the more anxious you will be.

He is bound by the fate in the story, but when the variable really comes, he will be flustered by this uncontrollable change, because he doesn't know that besides this prophetic plot, he also has Can there be anything to support him in his efforts to escape from Troy, which is destined to be shattered...

"You stay here." Polydorus looked at Mount Ida and commanded condescendingly: "Whenever you meet a young man named Paris, come back to Troy and report to me."

He pulled the rein, turned the horse's head, and led the escort sent by the king to leave, leaving the lonely old man afraid to raise his head, facing the direction he left, motionless.

"Where have you been?" Polydorus returned to the palace just after changing the riding clothes he was wearing when a cold voice sounded beside him. He turned his head and saw his sister, He Capel's third daughter, Cassandra.

She is tall and slender, her long hair is naturally curly and draped behind her like a waterfall, her facial features are graceful and elegant, and her temperament is restrained and graceful. She is wearing a simple gown with a long tassel belt around her waist and pendants around her ears Gorgeous, with a flash of wisdom in her eyes, she seems to have an indescribable noble temperament.

"I thought I couldn't hide anything from you, Cassandra," Polydorus said almost in a mocking tone, "Priest of Apollo?"

"The prophecy can only make me faintly aware of certain things that will happen." Cassandra walked in with long legs. She approached and warned softly: "You shouldn't look for him."

Polydorus whispered: "Who are you looking for? Our poor, abandoned brother? The man who is destined to bring destruction to Troy in the future? Instead of caring about him, why don't you think about yourself?"

"My sad sister..." He said with a sigh: "You will one day disobey the gods you serve... From then on, no one will believe any prophecies that come through you...you Like me, I will die a miserable and painful death because of the war!"

The original Polydorus should have been sent out of the city by his father, the king of Troy, before the war to avoid the disaster of the war, but who knows, the Thracian king Polynestor who received the money and grain , but backhanded him to the Greeks.In the end, he will die in front of the city of Troy, in front of his father's eyes, under the blow of the rocks, and the body will be smashed and sent back to Troy.

"You should learn to show respect to the gods." Cassandra advised, her vision was lonely and blurred.

The dark underworld.

Portis is sitting on the seat set up for him in the side hall of the God of Death. Since the Lord God of Death has transferred all his mind to his body in the world, all reports about death will be decided by him. All the operations in the human world are also ordered by him. Although most of these are originally his work, there are still a few most important decisions involving gods that make it difficult for him to make decisions.

For example, the black figure walking into the palace now—Hypnos, the God of Sleep.

How could this great god, who had always been immersed in his dreams, wake up for the first time in this time period?Portis felt a string in his mind that had been taut, snapped with a snap!

Hypnos stood in the very center of the palace. He raised his head and put his hands behind his back. He was dressed in a pitch-black robe, somewhat resembling a priest's robe in later Christianity. With an expression of indifference, when Portis came out of the side hall, he turned his head slightly and stared at him... as if a cold cosmic vacuum descended on him, the momentary suffocation made him almost think that he had never should exist!

It's no wonder Lord Death left a message before leaving... If the sleeping god wakes up, let me receive him with the highest courtesy, and don't refuse any of his orders and requests...

Portis would think of the sentence he once asked: "Is it like Lord Hades's etiquette?"

"No." Silver hair flowed out from the hood of Death's pure black cloak, and he said softly as if whispering in his ear: "It's Chaos."

Chaos, the creator god of chaos.

It took Portis a long time to recover from those words, but the god of death had already left at that time, he could only look at the empty palace hall alone, and his heart was like a sea wave that would never calm down, a storm Raging endlessly.

"Where is my dear brother?" Hypnos' voice was soft and soft, and Portis could actually hear a little bit of worry in it, just like a qualified brother who always cares about his brother's recent situation. .

"My lord is in the world," replied Portis.My lord once told me that if Hypnos asks about his whereabouts, there is no need to hide anything.

"Really?" Hypnos asked in a low voice, he was silent for a while, and didn't ask any more, turned around, threw off his robe, and strode away.

Portis breathed a sigh of relief.

It was spring when Paris left Mount Ida.With his own bow and arrows on his shoulders and a golden lyre in his hand, he began to wander freely as a bard, singing all the good things that can be praised, and all the freedom and purity that are worth cherishing.

But he never lost his innate calmness. He was like a bystander from the beginning, whether he was complaining to Apollo about his commitment to Oenone, or being mentioned about his parents who had never met... ...It's like being separated by a layer of delicate glass, it's hard to blend in from the beginning to the end...He sings about the light, it's just because, for him, there is no difference between light and darkness.

His mind was so tenacious and calm that it was terrifying.

When the sun returns for another year, the winter chill of the earth gradually dissipates, the constellation of the shepherd rises at dusk, Paris leaves from another city, the night gradually covers the world, the sky is full of stars and moons, he is alone, Walking alone in a vast forest... In the darkness, groups of glowing fireflies circled around him, and he heard a burst of lively singing and dancing in the dots of light.

He walked forward cautiously, holding the bow and arrow in his hand, he pushed through the overgrown grass, and finally saw a happy party in the dark night forest.

The women at the banquet wore ivy crowns on their heads, fawn skins on their bodies, and sticks wrapped with vines in their hands. They beat tambourines and cymbals, and danced wildly around a large bonfire.

At this time, a male magnetic voice suddenly came: "Welcome, our second distinguished guest tonight!"

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Hey, I seem to have missed a chapter just like that?

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