To be king [Greek mythology]

When I fell asleep under the tree, I closed my eyes again.

His warriors cared about him, and Thurps was quite receptive.

Well, the king always has the benefits he should enjoy.

It would be too cruel to worry about everything.

Unfortunately, Thurpus' joy scared the king of Megara to pieces.

When I woke up the next day, I was told that all the slaves in the trench were dead, and they were stabbed into the back of the head with a knife and killed directly, without even a trace of struggle.

King Megara felt the back of his head go cold, as if someone would stab him in the back in the next second.

"Athens! Did you go to Athens to ask for help?" King Megara patted the table, trembling as he spoke, "Where is Salamis Island! We have already reached an alliance before!"

"The envoy has gone and never came back, Your Majesty." The warrior leader of Megara was very helpless. King Megara never paid attention to the training of warriors, because the benefits given by the passing merchant ships were enough to allow Megara to maintain its current scale and live a ten-year life. Wealthy days are coming, so the successive kings are content with the status quo and only care about pleasure. Attica is protected by Athens, and there is an isthmus across the Peloponnese, so there has been no war involving them for so many years. Let Mexico The Gala kings have no sense of crisis at all.

Now the sharp sword is pointed at the neck, and I still count on others to help.

Megara's warrior leader really didn't know what else he could do—how could it be possible for a clever woman to cook without rice, and let him complete all the precautions without manpower.

There is no money, people, or food, so how can we fight.

After raising it with the king, it was considered to be coveting the king's property in an attempt to defraud the wealth and run away.

If the leader hadn't been sticking to his homeland, he would have wished to open the city gates and surrender, and the recent news from Sparta seems to be that there are benefits for surrendering without killing.

The leader paused, glanced at King Megara who was angrily slapping the table and cursing the Athenians, and seriously considered the possibility of defecting to Sparta.

Follow a straw bag, no matter how good it is, it will be covered by dust.

The leader doesn't want to be a man covered in dust.

The sky was bright, Thurpus looked at the east, but he never saw the sun appearing in the sky.

It was cloudy again, but the light was dimmer than yesterday.

Thurps frowned.

It is true that Apollo and Artemis have a large number of believers and are quite easy to snatch, but it would be very bad to snatch Apollo.

Without light, the world would be in chaos.

Thurpus glanced at his clone of Thanadus... who was flying in the air with his wings spread, swords in his hands.

The king of Sparta beckoned to the god of death.

The god of death flapped his wings like a puppy and flew over.

"Can you go back to Netherland now?" Thurps asked, and added: "I won't make any big moves for the time being."

Hearing this, the God of Death nodded, "Yes."

"Give them a message for me, let Apollo go first." Surps sighed, "It's best to bring down Athena and Zeus first."

Zeus fell asleep or fell, and it could also make Olympus mess up.

It is simply a strategy to kill two birds with one stone.

But the gods related to humans should stay first, take it step by step slowly, it is best to give humans time to adapt, otherwise no one can bear to lose everything suddenly.

"Okay." The God of Death nodded, flapped his wings and left.

"Your Majesty, they sent slaves to explore the way." Bruno went deep into the woods and found Thurpus who had just finished a private conversation with the God of Death.

Thurps pursed his lips, "Killed."

"It's already been killed, but they sent another wave." Bruno was also a little helpless, massacring slaves was not something the Spartan warriors wanted to do.

They even wanted to have a hearty fight with the warriors of Megara.

Thurps clicked his tongue, "It would be a death to keep them."

Slaves have the imprint of the temple, and their lives are not in their own hands. Thurps knows this feeling, but he has no position to say that he feels the same for those slaves.

Everything that stands in the way of Sparta deserves to die.

"Then I'll order them to be killed." Bruno nodded.

One day did not allow the main force of Sparta to come, and Nix dragged her winding and beautiful skirt into the sky again, blocking the sky light.

As night fell, Megara stopped pointless temptations, but slaves were still driven out to dig trenches.

Thurps looked at the fear on the faces of the slaves, sneered, and turned his head to look at the god of death who came out of the void.

The appearance of the God of Death did not disturb these Spartan elites.

"It has been delivered, and they agreed." The god of death said, while waving the sword to extradite the dead souls, he looked a little tired.

Thurps was stunned, "You started too? Hasn't Crete changed..."

"It's impossible to gain true faith for a while." Thanadus rubbed his chin, "But when you take Athens and Poseidon takes action against Crete, it will be almost there."

Thurps nodded, "It's fine as long as you're fine."

"When are you going to do it?" Death asked.

"I think I can subdue others without fighting." Thurpus rubbed his chin like Thanadus did, his eyes swept over the trembling slaves, and he withdrew his hand to touch the newly acquired beast. tooth.

The tiny black streak reappeared, rubbing Thurps' fingertips affectionately.

Thanadus looked at him with a face full of shock, and pointed at the tooth tremblingly, "Tititi Titifone..."

"The teeth of..." Thurps continued, then paused, and added: "There is still a small part of the soul."

"How did you get it!?" The God of Death couldn't believe it.

Thurps looked at him, "Typhon's father gave it to me."

The expression on Thanadus' face changed from shock to envy and hatred.

In the trench, a strong but cowering slave paused for a moment, then raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, looking horrifying.

But what was even more frightening was that he yelled like a collapse, swung the shovel in his hand, and smashed it directly on the back of a slave in front, spattering blood.

The slaves screamed and wanted to climb out of the trenches to escape, but the depth of the trenches dug to trap the horses did not exceed their heads, and only the two sides and the middle three steps could leave.

The man swung the shovel wildly, and every stroke brought out a stream of blood and screams.

The scene in the trenches is like hell on earth.

The supervisor heard the commotion, but he didn't open the city gate to see the situation out of fear.

The few slaves who finally climbed out of the trench were also chased and beaten to death by the man with the shovel.

After killing all the slaves, the man was drenched in blood, his clothes were worn out and dirty, but he looked at the warriors on the city wall with extremely vicious eyes.

The warriors who cheered up and guarded the city gate shivered.

The warriors of Megara have never seen blood on the battlefield, and they have seen few dead people. Where have they seen such a situation.

Immediately, someone dropped the gun in his hand and ran to report the abnormal situation to the leader of the warriors.

The leader of the warriors had no choice but to turn around and report to King Megara.

King Megara was even more frightened. He was frightened but angry at the same time. In the end, he could only slap the table and growl: "Send me the warriors! Get them out!!"

The leader wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the king's roar.

"You go too!!"

The leader looked at King Megara, and the other party's eyes were red, as if he was frightened and cried.

The warrior didn't say any more, he turned around and left the king's bedroom, and told the warrior who came to report the news to gather everyone, and bring fifty more slaves by the way.

The total number of warriors in Megara is only two thousand.

Facing Sparta, wanting to fight is simply a fantasy.

The warriors trusted their leader quite a lot, so they immediately dropped what they were doing and ran back to the gathering place of the warriors.

The leader looked at his colleagues who were with him day and night, took a deep breath, and said, "Whoever wants to survive, come with me."

When the warriors drove fifty desperate slaves away from the city-state of Megara, the king rarely appeared on the city wall, looking viciously at the warriors and the woods on the left side of the city-state.

Thurps raised his eyebrows, looking at the chunky king in gorgeous costumes.

It's a pity that there is no bow and arrow with such a long range, otherwise it would be cool to just blow his head off.

The slaves were driven into the woods first, and Surpus reached out to stop the ready-to-move Spartan warriors.

The slaves who didn't find them breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and shouted, and called the warriors in.

The Spartans were even more excited.

However, in the next second, their excitement was quenched by a head of cold water.

"Dear King of Sparta, we are here to surrender." The warrior leader said, throwing down the weapon and shield in his hand, kneeling on one knee and showing his fragile back of the neck to show his surrender.

Thurps was a little taken aback by his frank attitude.

The warriors behind the leader looked at each other in blank dismay, but finally followed their leader and discarded the weapons in their hands.

Thurpus looked away from the leader and glanced at a group of young warriors, but he had a slight liking for the leader of the warriors.

He came out from the shadows and looked at this group of warriors who were not even half of his vanguard.

The blackness of two thousand people is still quite spectacular.

Thurps did not say whether he accepted the surrender, but turned his gaze to Bruno who was on the side