goddess character

In a haze, Al felt the man's body covering him, and the handsome face shrouded in golden light smiled, and gently kissed her forehead, and the wet feeling came to her cheek again, rubbed on her neck for a long time, moved onto her body of.

"Apollo, don't make trouble..." The soft and seemingly invisible touch made her weep softly. He continued, and the teasing became more and more direct. She felt herself melt away like a pulse of spring water, "Ah—brother !"

She wakes up calling his name, and the zenith painted with oil paintings is imprinted in her eyes, on which are the legends of the sun god. She saw a picture of a cute boy Yuxue fighting a nine-headed python, and her nerves gradually relaxed .

"Apollo, where are you?" Walking out of the room, Al saw his blond entourage leaning against the door and taking a nap.

This is the palace of Troy, and the war has already begun. In order to monitor the movements of the Trojans, Al, as the priestess of Apollo, found a side hall to live in.Roxias was afraid that she would suffer losses here, so he insisted on guarding the gate for her as a personal guard.

She had suspected that his appearance was too coincidental, and wanted to see who was plotting against her and keeping him by her side, but after several years of observation, he turned out to be the same, and even offered to sign a master-servant contract with her.Therefore, she trusts him more now, and she doesn't object to letting him stand outside her door every night.

Al walked out of the palace, took a light step, and crossed several kilometers to the city wall.Looking out, there is a piece of yellow sand rolling under the city, and it is extremely noisy.The army of Greeks was stationed less than one kilometer away from the city. They raced horses, cooked, and frolicked outside the city, completely ignoring the army in the city.At this time, five years had passed since a hundred thousand Greek coalition troops landed on the coast of Troy.

One thousand and 180 six warships of the Greeks were moored in Orlis Harbor. The islands along the way were all occupied, and the sea blockade made it impossible for goods to enter and exit.Although the city can be self-sufficient, the enjoyments such as spices and silk have become scarce, which makes the princes noisy.

The deadlock is about to be broken, Al thought so, suddenly, a bold and rough male voice came from the camp below.

"Achilles, I bet you that if you can shoot down the eagle from the sky, I will lose that slave girl to you!"

The eagle soaring in the sky is called Griffith. It is a descendant of the giant eagle that executed Prometheus. After Hercules killed the giant eagle, he dug out its nest on the cliff and picked it up. Return two eggs.Prometheus's wife Astoria gave them to their daughters Hecate and Al respectively.She narrowed her cold eyes and looked at the speaker.

It was a burly man with a round and strong body, a big face covered with a disheveled beard, wearing a very heavy armor and iron sword, and his movements were not stagnant at all, he looked very heroic and rough.

"Agamemnon," a blond young man replied: "The eagle, wolf, and bear are all symbols of the moon goddess Artemis. It is obviously not easy for such a brave eagle to appear here, I advise you Don't mess with it."

"Hahaha, are you afraid? Aren't you the so-called fearless Achilles, who is said to be the son of the goddess, would you be afraid of offending the goddess?" The young hero turned red and distorted by the ridicule. Why on earth is he putting up with this here?

After receiving an oracle at Delphi, Achilles predicted that he would be buried in this expedition. He tried every means, even disguised himself as a woman to avoid conscription, but was spotted by the scheming Odysseus.

In desperation, he fulfilled his duties as a Greek, joined the coalition army, and performed military exploits without losing his reputation, but because of his high reputation, the coach Agamemnon suspected him and made things difficult for him everywhere.His beloved female slave was taken over, and now he is being provoked like this again, he finally left angrily.

"Great Agamemnon, may you not rely on God's will, not rely on allies, but you can win this war by yourself!"

Agamemnon spit on the ground, cursing and calling him a coward, which attracted the response of the people around him, and everyone laughed at the ridicule and slander of Achilles.

Odysseus chased after Achilles' tent, and after a few words of comfort, Achilles became even more angry and threatened that he would never go out without an apology.Al saw the hidden smile on Odysseus's face when he left the tent, and laughed sarcastically.

The coach is self-willed and narrow-minded, capable heroes are not reused, and treacherous villains are jumping up and down.If it weren't for the eccentricity of the gods, how could such a Greek coalition force win?At the same time, in the royal palace of Troy, the royal family and ministers are discussing politics.When Roxias woke up from a doze, he found that the goddess was empty on the bed. After a short period of depression, he pulled himself together and walked to the council hall on the second floor.

When he entered, a violent argument was going on in the room.Seeing him coming in, everyone involuntarily paused and ignored him.Yu Lie, who was the Goddess of the Moon showing her power last time, is still there. Everyone remembers that this is the person who followed the Goddess back then.

So when he escorted a black-haired priestess of the sun goddess to help them, no one dared to disobey them, but no one took it to heart, they just offered food and drink.Knowing that these people didn't trust him as an outsider, Loxias obediently found a seat by the wall and sat down, listening to Priam's sons bombarding each other.

"If you want me to sacrifice Helen, why would I have to go through all the troubles to bring her back! And those treasures have already been included in the treasury. Do I have to give them up in exchange for the contempt and humiliation of the Greeks?" | Shame!"

The fair and handsome Prince Paris blushed and looked extremely excited.He once challenged Helen's original husband, Agamemnon's brother Menelaus, but ended in a disastrous defeat.Helen would have been a widow if Aphrodite hadn't saved him.Pallas knew that his force and strategy were not enough to fight against the Greek coalition forever, so he could only turn to his father and brother for help.

Although Pallas was dizzy, he was not without brains, and what he said hit the point.While others accused him of bringing the fight on for the country, he pointed out that they were all beneficiaries.Looting women and treasures was common in this era, but he didn't expect that the Greeks would have such determination to pursue them across the sea from thousands of miles away.

Although Roxias felt that there was no room for discussion on this matter, Helen should of course return it.Even if the Greeks would not withdraw their troops because of this, at least Troy no longer felt guilty, and the people would not feel that they were burdened with the disaster of war because of a prince's love affair and could not hold their heads up.The battle to defend the country will inspire the greatest cohesion.But he found that most of the sons of Priam were against this natural thing.

"We don't have to return a single shell, God will support us to win this war!" Helenus, the brother of Paris, said. and.

Hector looked at the group of quarreling brothers, and felt as if a mountain was pressing in his heart.He looked at his father, and the old King Priam looked back hesitantly and embarrassedly, obviously he had been persuaded, or he was no longer capable of restraining these grown sons.

"Hector, you should challenge Achilles. Believe me, you will win!" Helenos said naturally.This is his command from God.Dissatisfied with the stalemate in the war, Olympus hoped for a turnaround, and this honor fell on the bravest of both sides.

"Achilles, that invulnerable hero! Do you really think I can defeat him, instead of becoming another ghost in his invincible name?" Hector was extremely irritable.He loves his country and hates the invaders, but he hates his younger brother Paris who caused this disaster to his country and people even more.

"You are also a hero, my respected brother," Paris said, not daring to look at his brother. He always felt ashamed when facing him, although he would never give up his love because of this.He used the most passionate language to praise Hector's bravery and loyalty, and the other brothers also echoed, Hector only felt bitter.

As the eldest son, his father was old and his brothers would only cause trouble, and he felt that the responsibility of the whole country was on him.Now Troy really needed a victory, and although he was hailed as the bravest man in Troy, even if he defeated the famous Ajax, he would still be afraid to face the demigod Achilles.But he knew that the only person in the city who could fight the opponent was himself.

Hector reluctantly agreed, the meeting was over, and the princes filed out, leaving only Priam and Hector and his son.The old king was in tears, and urged him earnestly. Hector had to pull himself together to comfort him, and helped him back to the bedroom, where he met his mother again.The old queen Hekuba tied the leather armor and sword for him, and told him to go and see his wife and children.

After this lap, Hector felt even more tired.In the twilight of the evening, he climbed the hill and came to the Temple of the Sun.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the pure white marble into a magnificent red, and the shadows of the magnificent stone pillars were elongated obliquely.He stood in the middle of the shadow of the fence, and in the empty hall stood a priestess with black hair and a shoulder-length white dress, her back was facing him.

"Dear Miseril, the great priest of the Sun God, I have come to ask for your prophecy, will I - will I return alive?" He has curly black hair, thick eyebrows, good features, and an extremely calm demeanor , with a well-groomed beard that looked very masculine, was bowing his head reverently to her.

"If I told you that you would no longer be able to see your beloved wife and your newborn son, would you still fight?" Hector froze for a moment, and then his face turned pale.With such an expression on his face, after a short pause, he said decisively: "No, I will go."

Al sighed inwardly.The eldest prince of Troy is so resolute and loyal, even though he knew he was doomed to die, he would shed his last drop of blood for this country.Knowing that she couldn't do it, she felt that he was the bravest person.

In all Troy, no one else could be called a hero but him.

Al turned around and walked towards him.Hector felt that the woman in front of him floated over like a cloud in the sky, and the white skirt passed the ground lightly, without making a sound.He could almost smell the laurel on her body as she got closer.

She smiled at him, and that beautiful face instantly became beautiful.He stared at her with wide eyes and couldn't move his eyes, but the peerless face was covered with a layer of silver mist, making it impossible for him to see clearly, but the amazement at that moment was deeply etched into his mind.

"Hector," it was a beautiful voice as soft and gentle as a nightingale, she cupped her face, and her soft hands made his heart beat, "you are my darling, I will not let you die .” She smiled, and instantly he felt his heart burst through his chest.

Even though he couldn't see her face clearly, he thought it was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his life.In fact, the hazy feeling of the silver veil made him feel even more deadly temptation.He realized that he had already knelt down, but he didn't find it strange at all.

Surrendering at the knees of such a beauty is a matter of course.At this moment, he even understood Paris. If Helen had a bit of her beauty, even a bit, he felt that he would be desperate.

"You..." No matter how dull he is, he still understands that this beauty cannot be possessed by secular women.Hector raised his head, and his voice became extremely soft unconsciously: "Are you Artemis, the goddess of the dark moon and wisdom?"

Al smiled and nodded, gently stroked his stubbled cheeks, and under his bright gaze, said softly: "Your loyalty and unyielding have won my favor. Remember, I will always stand by your side .”

There was water in Hector's eyes, and his chest was trembling. Words could not express the emotion in his heart at this moment. He leaned down and held up the corner of her skirt, and kissed devoutly: "I am you servant, you are my owner, my body, mind and loyalty are dedicated to my country, and the rest, I dedicate them all to you, my goddess.”

Al held up his face with a smile, made him straighten up, and raised his head. He stared blankly at the silver light gradually approaching until the light touch landed on his forehead.He was instantly enchanted by petrification.

By the time he woke up from the magic, the temple was already empty.The morning sun had already risen, and the golden dawn light shone on his face. He stood up, but his knees, which had been knelt all night, moved freely, and his body was not tired at all, as if he had slept well all night.

If last night he was still thinking about how his wife and mother would cry when he was cut in two by Achilles, and how miserable the country would be; now he felt that he could defeat the mythical giant with his bare hands.

Just when Hector was full of ambition, a sudden voice made him stop: "Hector, please let me be your chariot driver." Loxias caught up and said.

Hector was reluctant to agree at first, he was not familiar with the other party, and he dared not entrust him with the crucial post of driver.

"Oh, you are favored by the goddess, so you can look down on people like this?" The blond bard didn't hide his jealousy at all.Hector thought of his admiration for the goddess, and he felt kind to him, and asked him: "I only know that you are good at talking, and the lyre you play is a beauty I have never heard before, but your ability to drive a chariot , is it also the same as your lyrics, playing and singing?"

The other party nodded again and again, persisting, and Hector agreed.Looking back at the towering Temple of Apollo, Roxias smiled slightly, and his figure melted into the golden light.

Hector challenged Achilles, but at this time Achilles was in a cold war with Agamemnon, ignoring the order to fight.His best friend Patroclus secretly put on his armor, took his weapon, dressed up as Achilles, and died at the hands of Hector.This really pissed off Achilles.Finally, under the mediation with Odysseus, he reconciled with Agamemnon and went into battle again.

The scorching sun at noon scorched the ground scorching hot. In the misty yellow sand, Hector was leaning against the city of Ilion, opposite to the phalanx of Greek soldiers.There are flags in front of each phalanx, indicating that they come from different countries. In the front of the army in the middle is a big man with thick eyebrows and hostility. Hector knew that it was Agamemnon, and he was once one of his men. defeated.

But at this moment he was looking at him with a look of contempt.

Yes, even if he wins, the opponent has a large number of people, and one person with one knife can cut him into ashes.On the other hand, behind him, there are only a few less than a hundred people.He knew that if he lost to Achilles, there would be no need for more Trojans to die.

Achilles stands on a bronze chariot, looking majestic.He wears armor on his head, the armor and shield are shining silver, and the sharp sword in his hand refracts the light of the sun, dazzling and extremely sharp.

"It was you who killed Patroclus!" His exposed eyes were bloodshot and protruding, obviously extremely angry: "Hector, Prince of Troy, I will use your blood and flesh to comfort Patroclus undead!"

"Come on!" Hector didn't say much, and he clenched the wide-edged sword in his hand, which was bestowed upon him by his goddess.He felt the palm of his hand faintly hot, and his arm was trembling slightly. It was a kind of excitement for fighting and desire for victory that was different from fear.

The war horses moved towards the chariot, and Achilles on the chariot lowered his waist, pointed his sword straight, and was ready to sprint.Hector moved too, his heart screaming as he raised his sword and thrust.

"Great Artemis, if I can win, I will strip Achilles' armor and hang it on your temple door to add glory to you!"

The author has something to say: Haha, in fact, the originally magnificent Troy was written by Ah Jing as a small scene with only a few participants. Flowing like a river, forming an indelible hatred... Ah Jing's writing power is limited, and the result is that gangsters fight each other. OTZ hopes the girls don't mind╥﹏╥...Spoiler spoiler, the next plot is very HIGH! !It is about to enter the complete cool text mode until the end~! !Haha, there are still up to five chapters, and customization should start this week!