Bouquet of Narcissus

Achilles killed Hector's wife's brother and father, and Hector in turn.But the fate of Achilles is also tragic. Since he chose honor, he would lose his life.He was jointly shot/killed by Apollo and Paris on the battlefield.

The two generals of both sides died in battle one after another.Troy lost even more.

Cassandra said all this: "After you left, Achilles returned. With the rest of the soldiers,

At that time, we were immersed in the joy of Tmall's retreat, and we were not prepared.

It can be seen that the Dark Cloud Thunder God and the Earth Shaker God have already changed their minds,

They abandoned us, and despite the help of Apollo and his sisters, they were still defeated.

Achilles, blessed with divine help, wears the armor the goddess mother begged for him——

The armor is said to be cast by Vulcan, who has superb forging skills,

His armor is invulnerable, no one can defeat him

My brother Hector fought him on a horse, but he was defeated,

But Achilles chased after him, killed the greatest warrior of our Troy, and insulted his body in every possible way.

Later, with my father's plea and the help of the gods, we took back my brother's body and buried him,

Since then, Troy's doom has been inevitable.

Paris was hit by a poisoned arrow and was in danger; Helen was taken away,

Father had no choice but to lead the army himself, but how could he fight at such an old age?

Later he also died on the battlefield, but in that battle,

Also killed our great enemy - Achilles.

Thanks to the help of Apollo and Aphrodite,

These two gods help us as always.

I will serve him all my life - my love.

The royal city of Troy has been ruined, and the city walls in winter are riddled with holes.

My dear brother, my father's youngest son, Wiata,

Only eight years old had to put on the crown and go to battle.

The Greek coalition forces retreated again but left behind a huge Trojan horse, I know this is a conspiracy

And my young and ignorant brother, Wiata, he believed the spies' words;

Moved the huge Trojan horse hiding the enemy into the city, and our nightmare began.

You see, now is hell and our end! "

Huge and towering wooden horses were entrenched in the city, and countless Greek soldiers rushed out of the wooden horses, standing on fire.

Perhaps the scythe from the god of death has sharpened its blade and is ready to harvest the souls of the dead.

Cassandra said, rolling up her skirt, putting on her shield, holding her spear high, her hair pulled up,

"Now, I will also go to the battlefield. This is the last battle. We will never admit defeat." She went up to the enemy and shouted loudly: "Follow me to kill!"

The horn of battle has been blown, dark clouds are sweeping, blood is rolling, and the call from death resounds through the sky.

The two armies are ready to go, and the city where the breeze used to call for the banner is now full of smoke and dust, and the city wall is hidden in the murderous aura.

Maybe after this battle, they will cease to exist.

The majestic fire was surging, and the shield could no longer resist it. A steady stream of heroes inside the Trojan horse rushed out, killing anyone they saw.

Their eyes are brighter than flames, and most of the exquisite wooden horse has been burned.

Narcissus no longer hesitated, rushed to the palace, and began to use his divine power to put out the fire.

Go forward bravely, facing the aggressiveness of the enemy; everyone is struggling with the confidence of victory.

An eagle flew in the sky, swooping down and making a shrill cry.This heralds the arrival of the decisive battle—after today, everything will be over.

Wearing the armor of Poseidon, Narcissus was driving a chariot, swiping his whip and urging his horse, and flew forward, shuttling and fighting among the enemies.The madness of the battle and the intensity of the battlefield made him have only one thought: kill!

Lightning flashed in the sky, and blood and water flowed underneath. Ice and fire, blood and water merged and spread.

The meeting of the shield and the spear, the contact of the horse and the shaft of the chariot—the heads fell to the ground, the corpses were separated, and the black water was mixed with blood, polluting everything.

There were screams again and again, and they were running for their lives in the flames of war for a long time.

Narcissus is invincible on the battlefield, he fears no one - but God comes, Athena comes.He is not Athena's opponent, and he does not retreat. Apollo and Ares come to help.

The gods also fought.

The horses of the Greek League crossed the ditch and swept Troy with blood.

Let's all die here, with dead fish and shrimps, stinking and moldy, becoming maggots.

The soul will not be resurrected, immersed in pain, and despair is everywhere.

The Trojan warriors jumped out of the chariot, took their spears, discarded their shields, fought without fear, fell down when they died, and got up again when they were knocked down.

The archer drew his bloody arrow and continued shooting.With the blade of the wind, tear your body apart and crush it.

The dawn is approaching, the darkness will pass, but victory is still very far away.Tired of fighting, Narcissus crossed the ditch and went to the city wall, just in time to see Kassandra stab the enemy in the heart with a spear and push him off the city wall, his face covered with blood and tears.

He seemed to be injected with strength again, and Aphrodite supplied them and cheered at the same time.Fight until dawn, and until the sun rises high.There were countless casualties and blood flowed like rivers.Then at night, Aphrodite was injured, Athena was injured, Apollo died, and Zeus couldn't sit idly by on Mount Olympus.

He asked all the gods to return one after another and not to participate in other people's battles.But no one listened.

Zeus got angry, sent down lightning, and a storm rolled up, and it fell from Mount Olympus, smashing countless craters on the ground.The mortals below were crushed.Some gods were a little scared and stopped, but Narcissus never stopped.Hera shouted on the field, "Poseidon, come out, the Troy you hate is right in front of you, destroy him!"

Hera would not obey Zeus's orders either. She galloped on the battlefield, and then met Narcissus, and the two fought.Narcissus, exhausted, released the monster in the jewel.

The monsters roared into the battlefield, as if they entered the back garden, tearing up everything they saw, no matter the enemy or us.

Hera paused, and shouted in surprise, "How dare you!"

He has done everything, why dare not?Narcissus snorted coldly, followed the monster and continued to fight, and then saw Kassandra was slashed from behind, and then fell down!

Cassandra smiled at Narcissus, weak and satisfied, "I tried my best, I can go to see my relatives."

She closed her eyes forever, Narcissus didn't have time to say a word, the fireball from behind hit him on the back, the monsters lost control, they swallowed a lot of soldiers, now the enemy and us don't fight anymore , began to run away.Two angels began to fight the monsters. Narcissus understood that there was danger and death everywhere, so he didn't hesitate any longer.He only turned Cassandra's body over, and then went to the city gate, blocked the gate, and killed one Greek soldier when he ran out.

It was getting dark again, but the war still did not stop. The soldiers of Greece and Troy wrestled together, and the city was ablaze.

"Go back, Zeus is angry!" Aphrodite came to pull him, but Narcissus broke free and continued to freeze the royal city with divine power to prevent the fire from attacking.Then he looked at the menacing Greek coalition forces, took down the gemstone in his chest, and then used Poseidon's scepter to release the power of the sea monster's divine fire—the light of the scepter shone, and Narcissus couldn't bear that Strength, spat out a mouthful of blood, and then insisted on releasing it——

The power of divine fire burst out bit by bit, extremely dazzling, dazzling the world—even the lightning of Zeus stopped for a while, and the Greek soldiers on the battlefield wailed and fled in defeat.

"You don't want to die!" Apollo was stunned.

He wanted to rush over, but the light was so hot that it would turn into ashes as soon as he entered.He couldn't retreat, Narcissus in the center of the light became more and more transparent, as if disappearing little by little, and the light chased the enemy, once it entangled the person, it would become ashes.

Narcissus in the middle didn't feel any pain. He saw those enemies defeated one by one, but he felt a kind of joyful enjoyment, as if his skin was soaked in water.At this moment, a jet of water fell from the sky, and Narcissus felt the extreme pain. He cried out in pain——Poseidon is coming.

Poseidon was originally furious, but the moment he saw Narcissus, his expression changed, with distress and regret intertwined.Narcissus laughed and fell down.

Poseidon took him out of the light and leaned into his arms.He breathed hard and hurriedly, tears flowed down his cheeks and soaked the back of Poseidon's hand.Death is an extremely easy thing, he smiled at Poseidon: "You are late, I won."

The power of divine fire has wiped out the battlefield, and after the war, the energy will promote the rapid growth of everything, and it will not be long before Troy will regain its vitality and everything will recover.

Poseidon stroked him with trembling hands, and then grabbed his neck all at once, wanting to use force but was reluctant.And Narcissus's skin is transparent, like a piece of porcelain-white jade, as if it would dissipate in the air when the wind blows.

Narcissus closed his eyes, stopped breathing, and left this world again forever.

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Long, long ago, a bard sang a beautiful ballad:

The barren land of Troy ushered in dew and a bountiful harvest

The spring breeze and drizzle sent by the fairy in the forest nourished the post-war land

Mystery and glory on the battlefield were the medals of ancient Greek heroes

We sang, danced, sipped wine and praised God's gift

We dedicate the gift of spring to the noble gods

Send the whiteness of winter to immortal heroes

The statue of the pure maiden who worships devoutly in the temple,

There is a solemn and sacred expression on the noble and elegant face,

That was our hero who led us to victory,

Saved the tinder in a last-ditch, heroic death

Now everything is revived, the seasons cycle, bright and vivid

The wine is fragrant, and the god of wine plays with it and gets drunk

The singer's harp plays merry and melodious

Is there anything more worthy of praise and hope than a peaceful and better time?

Troy, Troy.

I will always love you and be with you.

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The author has something to say:

It's over, what a short article.

(End of the book)