You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]

The torrential rain stopped at night, the beach has been conquered, the Greeks built tents on the beach, and the sunset glow that stretches for thousands of miles indicates that tomorrow will be a good weather.

"If you don't eat, then die." The blond Achilles said indifferently, he put the fruit and barbecue beside the young captive, then turned and walked out.

The girl was taken aback. She originally thought that she would be treated more roughly. She had heard that the Greek hero was superhuman by nature. He would eat a mountain of barbecue and several jars of fine wine for a meal, and several girls would accompany him for a night.

However, this hero does not seem to fit her imagination so well.

His cold light blue eyes, his golden hair as brilliant as the sun, and his arrogant and distant attitude, although annoying, are completely different from the rumors.

She was indeed hungry, she stretched out her white and slender hand cautiously, and grabbed a piece of fruit.

She said to herself, you are no longer a noble priestess, you are not a person of royal blood, you are just a slave girl.

However, she thought about it, and if she could, she still wanted to escape.

Her life couldn't end here like this.

Achilles was sitting by the campfire, Odysseus pulled out the dagger from his waist, and cut off a small piece of lamb leg, "To be honest, I like this kind of slightly charred one." He said contentedly explain.

"Then there won't be too many people robbing you." Achilles said, picked up the glass and drank it down.

"I thought I couldn't persuade you," Odysseus said, patting Achilles on the shoulder.

"I don't need your persuasion, I will come." Achilles said, staring at the flames, as if thinking about something.

"What's on your mind?" Odysseus asked softly.

"To tell you the truth." Achilles pulled out his dagger and divided up the piece of barbecue that belonged to him. "Before I set off on the expedition, I met a prophet, and she told me that my trip was not that good. Unavoidable."

"That's not a good thing," said Odysseus, cutting himself a piece.

"If you love, you will die," laughed Achilles. "She told me so."

"You have so many women." Odysseus made an exaggerated gesture, "If this happened, you would have died a long time ago."

"Where did you hear the rumors? I'm not married yet." Achilles said dissatisfiedly, "Forget it, I won't talk to you."

Odysseus looked at his back and sighed, "This leg of lamb should be all mine."

"Wait a minute." He raised his eyes and looked at the fire. It was such a big leg of lamb just now. Could it be that this guy just took it away? Eating leg of lamb.

This guy.

Achilles walked quickly, he was very satisfied with the leg of lamb, "I don't bother to be a god." He said to himself, "Isn't it good to be alive after being put in some strange place with sesame oil?"

He stood still, raised his head, and looked at the sky. The stars were shining and pure. He felt sleepy, so he went to sleep after eating.

"Gaia told me that if you don't wear the crown," Moros said softly, "you will never marry anyone."

"So give me back the thread," Moros said sternly.

Prometheus laughed, "Okay."

"I'm so sad," she said softly.

Mo Luos paused for a moment, "Then I'll give it to you?" The black-haired young man asked cautiously, "Don't be sad."

"It's not because of this reason." The girl said, showing a tricky smile, "You actually believe in Gaia, obviously I am the prophet."

"No, I asked you this kind of thing, and you never told me." Moros said.

"What do you want to ask?" The girl held her chin in her hands, as if you were talking casually.

"Then let me ask you, what is the answer to the prophecy that will destroy Mount Olympus?"

Moros said that the pale face of the dark-haired youth was illuminated by the starlight, making him look serious and serious.

The girl tapped her lips with her fingers, as if she was thinking about something.

She suddenly laughed.

"Actually, it doesn't matter if I say it." She said with a smile, "Do you really want to know?"

"Forget it, if I am called by Zeus for questioning, I will definitely betray you within a few seconds." Moros said self-destructively.

"We have been friends for so many years, can't you last for about a minute?" Prometheus said dissatisfied.

The black-haired youth thought seriously for a while.

"I will work hard."

The girl laughed.

She stretched out her hand and put it gently behind Moros's ear, which is said to be able to detect whether the other party is lying, "I have something to ask you."

"If that day comes," she said, "it's still not a happy thing for me."

"They say you hate all the gods," Moros said softly.

"Me." Prometheus smiled, "I don't hate gods."

"It's not so much that I hate Mount Olympus as much as I hate a world without resistance," she said softly, "you think, all the drama tells the story of the god, and everyone worships the god. "

"What a boring world like that."

"If Mount Olympus collapses." Moros couldn't help but say.

"If human beings are not strong enough to be their own rulers." The girl said softly, her purple eyes filled with a kind of misty sadness, "a new tyrant will come."

"Maybe it's a new family, maybe it's an all-powerful monarch." She said, looking at the distant starry sky, "This can't be said to be a very bright future."

"What did you do then?" Moros asked.

"I'll go wandering," she said softly. "Maybe wandering for 1000 years, maybe 2000 years."

"But I believe that human beings will return to themselves one day." She said, turning her head, "I promise you, will I leave without saying goodbye again in the future."

"So, when that day comes, would you like to serve the new monarch and spin the thread silently in the underworld, or go wandering with me?" She stretched out a hand and said with a soft smile.

Moros's heart beat fast.

He can also see a glimpse of the future.

He understood that this girl had actually answered his question.

Yet she posed new questions to herself with the utmost cunning.

Moros never chose anything in his life.

He knew that grabbing the girl's hand meant danger, misfortune and sacrifice.

Put her hands down, at least there will be a good and decent life.

"What would you do if one day it was getting dark?" Moros asked.

The girl raised her finger and pointed to the vast sky.

"Then there will be stars."

"I will travel all over the land and the land with my lantern," she said softly. "Come wander with me, Moros."

The black-haired young man felt his heart beating like a drum. He once heard Tartarus talk about maybe a new god would take over after a thousand years, and human beings would abandon their instincts and choose to return to the gods.

"Right now, they think human desires are good." Tartarus said with a smile, "but there will be wars and crimes in the future. The more people there are, the more they will shy away from these terrible things."

"At that time, human beings will put shackles on themselves, and they will say that human desires are evil."

The fingers circle gracefully in mid-air, Tartaros said, "and then they come to a halt."

"This is the future that every wise man can deduce." He said softly, "So I'm curious what that little girl is going to do."

"Let them move on through the long dark years."

"Until this mystery is solved, I'm so curious that I won't be able to sleep."

"I can knock you out." Typhon said boredly, "I don't think this matter has anything to do with me. No matter what happens in the future, I will stay in prison here."

"You are really considerate." Tartarus couldn't help but said.

"I always do, Dad," Typhon said jokingly.

Tartarus shook his head, "I'm serious."

Typhon let out a sigh, "Okay."

"I personally think." He thought for a while, and seemed to find it too difficult to think, so he gave up, "I don't think so."

"Give up thinking so quickly." Tartarus said dissatisfied.

Moros reached out and took the hand.

"Me." The black-haired youth paused, "If that day comes."

"Please take me away."

he said softly.

He is willing to wander, to the snowy mountains and forests in the north, to the howling wind on the high ground, to the cold waves of the sea, "Please let me be with you."

Prometheus laughed.

The girl smiled with crooked eyebrows, as if countless years had disappeared, or had never been, she was still the girl standing on the reef by the sea, with butterflies circling and dancing around her.

"Aren't you afraid to meet a tragic fate with me?" she asked with a chuckle.

"I'll try to survive a minute," Moros replied sternly.

"You can't say, I believe you." Prometheus said.

"That." Moros coughed lightly, "I believe you."

"Give me half of your life?" the goddess asked eagerly.

"I would give my whole life," he whispered.

No matter what the ups and downs ahead, I believe in you completely.

The girl smiled for a while.

She stretched out her hand and let the butterfly land on her fingertips. She looked at its fragile wings and smiled.

"Don't do this." She said with a smile, "I'll leave you halfway to find interesting things, and I'll feel very guilty."

"I'm used to it." Moros smiled.

He has known for a long time that this guy, a peerless dangerous person whose fate is not a few days without being controlled and suppressed, who swore to be the last free person in the world, is the freest existence in the world, and she will never Kneel anyone as a monarch, and never let anyone think for her.

He was used to losing her, Moros thought, but even so, he wished her to be free forever.

The author has something to say: continue to create a small theater for mourning:

Nemesis One: Pass It On, The Chief Falls In Love With A Mustang

Nemesis II: Pass it On, Boss Falls in Love with Horses

Nemesis III: Pass it on, the chief fell in love with Mawang

Tartarus: Did you hear that Moros fell in love with Poseidon

Poseidon:?

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