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

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"This is not as exciting as the battle of the Titans." Tartarus said softly. The God of the Abyss hid behind the thorns, watching the marching army, which stretched for hundreds of miles and was so powerful that it almost blocked the sky and even the birds were killed. Shocked and slammed into the sky.

"Sometimes I really admire your willingness to be a fun guy no matter what," Moros said.

No fear or excitement aroused in his heart, he just saw the golden threads on their heads, many of them were fragile and might break soon.

Most people can't go home, the god of fate sighed softly, they are doomed to die in a foreign land.

Although it is said that for humans, attacking others for no reason is a price that must be paid even if they die, but Moros doesn't like death.

Death of any kind, but any death before the age of life grieved him.

However, this is human beings. If you go out to take risks and seek utilitarianism, you must bear the risk of death.

They are too fragile, but they seem to be tenacious, despite disasters, hatred, tyrants or wars, they still survive.

Perhaps, one day they really will not continue to be slaves.

Tartarus elbowed Moros. "Look, elephant."

The elephant in chains walked to the river and began to drink water. The elephant in Moros's memory was a docile and intelligent creature with docile black eyes who would bury the carcasses of animals that unfortunately died.

But these elephants look different, they are restless, their eyes are full of mania, and they can't wait to trample the living things.

The smell of war is brewing in the wind and rain, and even the calm river looks dark and ominous.

The knife is out of the sheath, the arrow is on the string, and the confrontation is imminent.

Both sides are gearing up.

"It seems that Persia has an advantage in the first battle." Tartarus pointed out, yawning, "I don't know why I didn't sleep and crawled out to watch humans fight." The one who stimulated it was not him.

Moros stood up, he turned around, he held out his hand, and the crow landed on his hand, which is the most war-sensitive bird, because they can have a feast at that time, and vultures are also very fond of this occasion.

He remembered that the girl still liked them very much, although he asked why he created such an ugly animal, the girl seemed to show an expression of incomprehension.

"Otherwise, what about the dead body?" She asked with a smile, "There must be some animals to clean it."

"But black is always not very flattering." Moros said, "this is my personal experience."

The girl laughed.

"It's true, in order to compensate the crow, let's make it smarter."

The crow understood what the gods meant, turned his head, and following the crow's gaze, Moros saw a valley emitting green smoke. When he trekked there, he found that the initial battle had ended. Judging from the number of flags and corpses, Athens undoubtedly suffered a bit.

He turned his head and looked at the water. There were Athens ships retreating. They looked busy and in a hurry, with serious faces on their faces.

A leader in aristocratic attire was writing a letter. The pigeon landed on the side and was ready to accept the master's order. After finishing writing, he stuffed the letter into the small tube on the pigeon's leg, and then patted the pigeon. head.

"I wish you a safe arrival," he said softly.

The pigeons flew over the mountains, and the nobles in the meeting hall were arguing fiercely, "How is it possible to rescue Athens."

A young man is arguing, "If we pay too much during the war, they will easily reap us after the war."

"Don't think of allies like that, we are all Greece now." Another middle-aged man said angrily, "For me, if we don't work together this time, there will be no future. war."

The middle-aged man sitting in the seat was always thinking.

"Zeus told us not to participate in the war, which is ominous." An old man said tremblingly, "All the results of divination are ominous."

"The Lion will lose his head," Lao Tzu chanted, throwing up his hands, "The Lord of Inevitable Storms will twist you all to pieces."

"Then Zeus said, how should we live?" Another young man said, "Sit here and read his name three hundred times, or give him two cows to trade his lightning rod for use?"

"You're blasphemy." The old man trembled angrily.

The silent middle-aged man raised a hand.

Everyone fell silent, waiting for his speech.

"I'll take my personal guards to take a look first." Leonidas said, "If the battle is urgent, I will send a message back for you to prepare. If Athens has evil intentions, then I will also go to rescue them."

Everyone kept their mouths shut, and there was no doubt about this decision.

People finished the meeting and he came out slowly, he decided it was the stables to clean his horses.

"You don't plan to come back, do you?" A girl asked softly. He had never seen this person before, but he felt very kind for no reason.

"Why?" He flashed a friendly smile.

"Your harness is damaged and should be replaced, but you didn't care." The girl's voice was clear and comfortable.

"Yes." He said with a smile, "I never thought there would be such a clever child in our country."

The girl smiled and blinked a pair of purple eyes, the color of which he had never seen before, probably some kind of mutation.

"I'm not going to come back," he said. "Do you know why?"

"Because the Persians understand you very well." The girl was not afraid of his question, "Your system requires constant discussion. As long as the Persians bribe some people, they will not be able to make many important decisions."

"Yes." Leonidas' eyes showed some admiration.

"So if you die." The girl said slowly, "Sending troops for revenge will get the approval of most nobles and even citizens."

"What a pity," said Leonidas, "you are a girl. Whose daughter are you?"

The girl laughed, as if she wanted to say something, but swallowed it back, she turned her head and walked away.

What a strange girl, Leonidas thought, as he hung up what he was about to bring on the horse, and turned to gather his bodyguard.

There are a total of 300 personal guards, and each of them is a strong man carefully selected by him.

And after precise and rigorous training, everyone can protect their companions while attacking. Under normal circumstances, this will be an invincible army.

He appeared on the training field, and the Warriors stopped their cups and forks. They were having a simple dinner when they saw him coming and stood up.

"I will take you to battle and death," he said curtly, "will you?"

The warriors nodded silently.

"There are many enemies, and our allies are at a disadvantage in the initial battle." He said briefly, "According to our allies, there are at least several 10 enemies."

The Warriors still looked calm.

"So pack your things," he announced. "We'll start the raid at dawn."

"Death to the enemy."

"How many people does the other party plan to come?" Tartarus asked, he was tirelessly digging through the pile of corpses, and Moros tried to persuade him many times not to knock out other people's gold teeth, Tartarus Ross said that if you don't make a fortune, you won't make it in vain. At this time, you are also doing good deeds.

"She said that about three hundred people will come." Moros said softly.

Tartarus' hand, which was about to strike his teeth, stopped.

"Is he serious?" Tartarus pointed to the camp of the Persians in the distance, and then pointed to the sea, "Is 300 people enough to fill the teeth?"

"Don't watch it, let's go home." Tartarus patted Moros on the shoulder, and by the way, he broke off the golden tooth with his hand.

"What, do you think there's hope?" he asked.

Moros stared at the distant place, "No, from the point of view of fate, they will all die."

But the next moment his eyes widened in surprise.

Tartarus shook his shoulders, "Anything interesting."

"No, it's just." Moros pointed at the Persian army. "Guess how many people's lives will come to an end here."

"One, two?" Tartarus said casually. "Maybe three hundred?"

"No." Moros held out two fingers.

"Two hundred?" asked Tartarus.

"No," Moros murmured.

"Two thousand?" Tartarus felt excited, "That's pretty good."

Moros shook his head anyway.

Tartarus put away his flirtatious smile.

"Twenty thousand." He said softly, "Could it be twenty thousand?"

"Yes." Moros nodded, "Twenty thousand."

Tartarus sat down. "Twenty thousand." He repeated, "That's true. It's very interesting."

Athena's ship sailed into the mountains and valleys, and the two gods followed. They saw a bright red, which was the cloak of the Spartans.

They were cooking in the valley, and the smell overflowed, and the tired Athenians joined them, and the commanders of the two armies were discussing something.

"I will leave about 200 people to help you guard the mountain road that can go around to the rear." The commander-in-chief of Athens said, "But our large forces must withdraw."

"You must withdraw," said the king of Sparta, "and here."

He stretched out his finger and pointed to a plain, "I think we can regroup here and still have the strength to fight."

"It's a bit far here," said the Athenian, "I'm afraid three days is not enough time."

"Three days." The king of Sparta rubbed his chin and thought for a while, "Then I'll give you three and a half days."

"By the way, after you leave, write to my wife directly, saying that I have died in battle," he said.

The Athenians were taken aback.

"That's not very auspicious."

"This is the truth." The middle-aged man said, his face was as hard as iron, without any hesitation, "I don't need to return my head, but you must return here again."

"If it's still Greece, it's my hometown."

"That too will be true," the Athenian promised.

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