The God of Infinity is invincible

Priam withdrew his arm in embarrassment. He pulled the corner of his mouth slightly and forced a smile: "Paris, are you resenting what happened just now? You have to know that it was just a misunderstanding, after all we don't know your identity--"

However, before he could finish speaking, Mo Wen interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

"That's not important, what I want to know is???why did you abandon me in the first place?!"

Twisting his neck, Mo Wen looked into Priam's eyes and asked almost word for word.

Priam was silent. He had no way to answer this question. As a king, he could not tell his subjects in full view that he would recognize a prince who was predicted to destroy the entire country; as a father, he could not tell Son, I abandoned the other party because of a prophecy that I didn't know whether it was true or not.

However, silence at this time is the best answer. Looking at the silent Priam, Mo Wen didn't know whether it was sadness or joy. He naturally understood the other party's difficulties, but understanding does not mean understanding, and Does not mean acceptance!Then Mo Wen took a deep breath and shouted loudly to everyone: "So I said, I have never been a prince of Troy, not before, not now, and never will be in the future! Wealth, status? These If I want something, I will take it myself, instead of accepting your charity here!!"

A faint smell of blood permeated the entire square, a pile of corpses lay here and there on the ground, and the boy stood there covered in blood, shouting and questioning... For some reason, Wei Wei, a resident of Troy, felt a little heartbroken when he saw this scene Feel sour, inexplicably feel that the noble figure in the blood is so desolate and so lonely.

"Paris, my son, this is not a charity, but compensation, so come back..."

Priam pursed his cracked mouth, and said with a grim expression, his words came from the heart, whether it was because he wanted to make up for his mistakes or to strengthen the strength of the country, he did not want to Smell stay.

But Mo Wen shook his head, he dropped the weapon in his hand without saying a word, turned and left without a trace of nostalgia.

Things that have already happened can no longer be undone. Whether it was before or today, what Priam has done has caused the two sides to drift apart, and there is no room for redemption.

There were blood marks on his feet. He dragged his exhausted body and slowly left the square. The injuries caused by Burning Blood and Hector had already exhausted Mo Wen. The reason why he didn't fall down now was entirely due to his will Support, so you need to rest early and recover from the injury.

The crowd where Mo Wen passed silently parted, making way for a path. This time, no one came to stop him. After all, what they faced now was no longer the enemy, but the lost prince of Troy, even if the other party did not admit it. the same.

Antenor, who hid to the side to minimize his presence, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. When Priam admitted to Mo Wen's identity just now, he was really scared to death. He was very clear about what he did today. But they are all extremely out of the ordinary, dealing with a savage with no background is naturally nothing, but if dealing with a noble prince of Troy, it is a serious crime enough to be expelled, without the other party himself taking action, those angry citizens alone are enough to make him This elder couldn't bear to walk around, and the other party was simply a fool, but he finally insisted on the king and refused to come back.

The counterpart of Antenor was King Priam. This king really wanted Mo Wen to come back, but he hesitated to speak after looking at the other's back several times, and finally gave up helplessly.

However, no one noticed that at the moment Mo Wen turned to leave, the eyes of Cassandra who was standing beside her changed silently. The originally clear eyes became deep and mysterious, with a feeling of insight into everything , but there was a strange sense of confusion and hesitation in it. Obviously, Mo Wen did not play his cards according to the routine again, making it difficult for some existences to make decisions again.

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In the middle of the night, Troy Palace, the bustling palace in the past, fell into silence at this time. There was no noise of banquets, nor the warmth of dinner parties. He didn't dare to make any noise, for fear of disturbing his master who was in a bad mood.

And in the deepest, largest and most magnificent room of all the palaces, the torch held by the humanoid statue crackled, and the dancing flames reflected on the white walls, illuminating everything as if it were daytime. King Priam was silent. Sitting quietly beside a big bed, quietly watching the figure lying on the bed.

"--Do not!"

After an unknown amount of time, the queen screamed and sat up. Her forehead was covered with sweat, and her face was extremely pale. It was obvious that she had just had a nightmare.

"Honey, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here!"

Seeing this, Priam hurriedly hugged his wife, patted her on the back, and comforted her.

However, Hecuba pulled him away, grabbed Priam's shoulders with both hands, and said anxiously: "Honey, go and stop them, stop them, Paris is our child, he and Hercules Keto is a brother, oh, God, this is all my fault, I shouldn't have abandoned him in the first place, this is God's punishment for me..."

Looking at his incoherent wife, Priam smiled wryly. Ever since he fainted on the high platform during the day, Hecuba has been in a coma. His whole body trembled as if immersed in some nightmare, and he couldn't scream. Waking up, it was the priests in the city who finally calmed her down. It seemed that what happened during the day was really a big blow to her.

It's no wonder that Hekapa's endurance is too weak. Even he himself was hit by the day's events. Thinking of the little figure who resolutely left, Priam felt a dull pain in his heart, but he was still strong. Smiling and comforting: "Okay, Hekapa, my dear, the matter is over, Hector is fine, Paris is fine, they are all fine, they are fine!!"

"Really?!" Hearing these words, Hekapa's flustered eyes lit up, and she calmed down, and then saw her looking at her husband with hope, "Then where are they now? Call them over and show me, especially Paris, I want to see him, I want to see him now, my poor child, I didn't expect him to grow up so much now..."

Looking at his nagging wife, Priam's smile became more rigid. After a long silence, he slowly said: "Hector is in his palace now, you can summon him right away if you want to see me, but Paris, he's not here???"

Hekapa's voice disappeared all of a sudden, and she turned to look at her husband with astonishment in her eyes. It took a long time before she realized that her eyes were red and she began to sob, "He won't forgive us? We should think that he is such a strong child, he would rather get hurt to win Hector, he will definitely not recognize us so easily, my dear, are we going to lose him..."

Priam put his arms around his wife, let her lean on his shoulder, and comforted her in a low voice: "It's okay, Hekapa, we still have time, as long as we express our sincerity, Paris will understand For our difficulties, he will come back to us..."

Comforting his wife softly, Priam really began to think about how to make Mo Wen change his mind. After all, he really didn't want to give up this son who was even better than Hector. However, God seemed to have played a big joke on him. Just as Priam was racking his brains to think of a way, a servant came in tremblingly. Whispered a few words.

His pupils shrank slightly. Priam was taken aback when he heard the news, and then glared at the servant viciously, as if he was questioning the authenticity of the news. Seeing that his legs were trembling, he still Gritting his teeth and not speaking, he immediately understood that what the other party said was true.

"Okay, I know it all, you step back now???no, you go to Hector's place and ask him to go to the west of the city tomorrow, they are brothers anyway, maybe he can persuade each other! Rubbing the center of his brows with a headache, Priam told the servant helplessly, then he turned his head to look at Hekapa, and said with a wry smile: "Honey, we may really lose that child , he is leaving Troy tomorrow!"

Chapter 23 Slaves

West of Troy City, this is the trading center of the whole city. Half of the city is full of various shops, and both sides of the street are also covered with stalls one after another. Every day, all kinds of vendors and farmers who have leisure gather. Selling is carried out here, and many big merchants can even be seen bringing goods from the Aegean Sea and the Greek states. Compared with the palace in the north of the city and the civic residential area in the east of the city, although the buildings here are not high and not prosperous , but it is the busiest place in the whole city.

It's just that this day started early in the morning, but the bustling west of the city was strangely quiet, because half of the city's people crowded under a high platform near the center of the west of the city, watching the bustle with their breath held.

It was a high wooden platform more than three meters high. It was a simple building built for the convenience of promulgating decrees to merchants. There was nothing unusual about it. What really attracted everyone's attention was the people standing there.

Under the stage were densely packed slaves, surrounded by circles and circles, all of them were sallow and emaciated, dressed in ragged clothes, with ropes on their hands and feet, their eyes were numb and lifeless, while on the high platform stood a pale man with a few traces of sickness. teenagers and a few potbellied businessmen.

"Ahem, there are three hundred people, this is money for you"

Covering his mouth lightly and coughing, Mo Wen took out a heavy money bag from his waist and threw it to the bowed businessman opposite.

Although it took only a day and Mo Wen's injuries hadn't healed yet, his strength had no effect. The strength of throwing it casually and the heavy weight of the money bag knocked the businessman back several times. As a result, the rope at the mouth of the bag loosened.

???

Accompanied by a crisp sound, chunks of thumb-sized gold flowed out from the mouth of the bag and spilled all over the floor. The large pieces of golden luster made everyone in the audience squint their eyes subconsciously.

Guru

At this moment, I don???t know how many people swallowed their saliva. You must know that gold is the most valuable hard currency in this era, and its value is even higher than that of copper. The money that Mo Wen sprinkled on the ground can already buy half a street. up.

Looking at the spilled gold, and then at the other bulging purses around Mo Wen's waist, greedy looks appeared in the eyes of countless people at this moment, but the greed was soon hidden in their hearts, not to mention Mo Wen's heroic strength, just his status as a prince is enough to make people dreadful, even Prince Hector is standing aside, unless he is a real desperado, otherwise even if he knows Mo Wen With a wealth that rivals any country, these people dare not take Mo Wen's idea.

It's just that the merchant who traded with Mo Wen was not so lucky. Looking at the green eyes of the lower man, the slave merchant trembled with fright, hurriedly picked up the gold on the ground, and flew like flying in front of several guards. He left the scene under protection.

"Paris, what on earth are you trying to do?" Seeing the back of the businessman going away, Hector, who originally tried to persuade Mo Wen, frowned. With his eyesight, he could see that Mo Wen just took it on purpose, and I don't know what kind of enmity this businessman has with that businessman, and they want to deliberately frame each other.

Mo Wen glanced at Hector coldly and didn't reply. He wasn't going to tell the other party that the daring businessman cheated himself with twice the market price before. Even though he had the magic stone, Mo Wen was not short of money. , but this does not mean that he is willing to be taken advantage of, and showing his wealth to buy more slaves is closely related to his next plan.

"The main mission: The Road to the Three Kings is released: After rejecting the position of Prince Troy, you decide to build your own kingdom, prove their mistakes to those who abandoned you, and add your own value to future wars. Form an army within half a year, conquer a city, and be king"

"Mission Reward: Increase bloodline level, one random chance to draw a lottery, if the mission fails, a treasure will be deducted."

The third main task appeared after Mo Wen returned to the hotel yesterday. Obviously, the system is not willing to let him relax, and wants to find something for him to do. In the face of the attacks of the previous gods, Mo Wen himself has the desire to increase his strength as soon as possible. The plan was that the two sides hit it off, so they didn't care about recovering from their injuries. Mo Wen contacted the biggest slave trader in the city overnight, and then the current deal came about.

Mo Wen knew very well that in a big city like Troy dominated by citizens, it would be impossible to recruit a large army within half a year, not to mention whether Priam, the king of Troy, would allow this kind of poaching Behavior, the time alone is too late, so his only choice is to buy slaves. Because of malnutrition and heavy labor, the combat effectiveness of these slaves may be somewhat low, but the prototype of an army can be built in a short time. It's still no problem, after all, in this era, a city-state with a few thousand people can be called a country, and the number of hundreds of people is already quite a lot.

But this was not enough, Mo Wenke didn't just want to complete the system's tasks, he also wanted more, so he needed more slaves, and he also needed to arouse the fighting spirit of these people.

Pushing Hector away, Mo Wen took a step forward, stared at the numb eyes of the slaves in the audience, and suddenly shouted: "In your eyes, I see numbness and despair, because you are slaves. , your life is already doomed, either to work from dawn to dusk every day for the food that even dogs don???t eat, or to endure the pain of whipping to satisfy the tyrannical desire of the master, day after day, year after year , until you die, and it is like this, and not only you, but also the children you give birth to, are born slaves, and will suffer this kind of torture for the rest of their lives, and the cycle will never end???

Perhaps it was because the long-term torture had obviously numb the slaves in the audience. Mo Wen's bloody words had no effect, and the group of slaves remained silent. Only when the children were mentioned, some people's eyes flashed unwillingness and confusion. His face was slightly moved, but he quickly calmed down and returned to that lifeless expression.

Mo Wen had expected this for a long time. He took a slow breath, took out a money bag from his waist, and poured the gold inside on the ground one by one in front of everyone.

"So follow me, this is your last chance, if you behave well enough, I will give you everything you want, food, wealth, safety and even freedom and life"

The gold fell on the ground of the high platform and made a crisp ding-dong sound, but these sounds were not as loud as Mo Wen's sound at this time, even though the actual volume of the latter was not loud.

The citizens and businessmen onlookers were stunned for a moment, and then they all took a breath. Promising freedom to so many slaves was unprecedented, and it was the first of its kind among all the Greek states. , the sons of Zeus were unable to resist after becoming slaves, and they were freed after completing twelve great achievements that were difficult for ordinary people to achieve. This shows how harsh this era is to slaves. All kings and their forces declare war.

And the group of slaves fell silent after hearing this sentence, but it was different from before, this time the silence was like a sleeping volcano, bred with terrifying and powerful power.

Finally, a slave couldn't help shouting, "Prince Paris, is what you said true, you will really set us free?"

It was a middle-aged slave, his clothes were tattered, and his exposed skin was full of welts. He was leading a little girl, his eyes were full of hope but also extremely disturbed.

Mo Wen snorted softly, and said bluntly: "I never lie, and there is no need to lie to you slaves."

The lofty posture, the contemptuous tone, and the usual Mowen tone would definitely make people extremely disgusted, but at this moment, the middle-aged slave seemed like a desperate man seeing the dawn, with tears in his eyes.

"Gods, are you finally willing to share some glory with us sinners? Prince Paris, your most loyal servant Herkus, is willing to sacrifice everything for you, and I only ask you to bestow some of your mercy on my daughter."

Kneeling down on the ground with the little girl, the middle-aged slave wept uncontrollably.

Then, like dominoes, all the slaves knelt down. They howled and prayed to Mo Wen, with fanaticism on their faces, as if seeing a real god, and as if a drowning man held the last breath Like a straw, the actions of those hundreds of people are extremely similar, and it makes people tremble in the heart when viewed from a distance.

Chapter 24 The Future of Crisis

"Paris, are you crazy? Do you know what you are doing? You are provoking the kings and nobles of all the Greek city-states and making enemies of everyone!!"

In a small hotel in the west of Troy City, Hector roared angrily at Mo Wen. His eyes were wide open, and his thick hands slammed on the table in front of him. The table was actually squeaked, as if it was about to fall apart at any moment, which shows how angry the prince is in his heart.

However, in the face of Hector's aura that was enough to scare off the beast at the moment, Mo Wen sitting at the other end of the table was completely unmoved, his handsome face was indifferent, and he glanced at Hector lightly, just Said: "You don't need to take care of my affairs!"

After that, he closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to talk to the other party.

In fact, Mo Wen fully understood why Hector was so angry and furious. In the final analysis, it was the disaster he had promised to give hundreds of slaves freedom.After all, the Greek world is still a slave society, freeing slaves and giving them freedom. Even if these people are bought by themselves, it is tantamount to provoking the entire system. Kings, nobles, and even most citizens will not condone this kind of behavior. Behavior.These bosses are not afraid of hundreds of freed slaves, just a few slaves. Even if Mo Wen bought all the scattered slaves in Troy, they would not pay attention to them, but they are afraid that this behavior will bring If you ignore it this time, what if others use this method to confuse your slaves to escape or rebel in the future?For those slaves at the lowest level, just a little hope is enough to make them take risks. This is not alarmist talk. The performance of those slaves today is the best proof. Mo Wen is like a god. As long as Mo Wen gives an order How terrible it is not to cherish even life.

So in the face of Mo Wen's excessive actions, the aristocratic forces must have an explanation. This has nothing to do with emotion and morality, it is completely a matter of position. In fact, if Mo Wen's special status is not so easy to provoke, I am afraid there will be Troy now. The elder brought someone to the door.

As the crown prince of Troy, although Hector is superb in force, he is by no means a brash man with well-developed limbs and a simple mind. There were too many people talking, and it was not easy for him to stop him face to face, so he endured it until he returned to the hotel before attacking Mo Wen.

It's just that Hector's side is in a hurry, but Mo Wen's side is completely indifferent. If he didn't know that this is his own brother and he is still injured, Hector might have to fight Mowen again on the spot. .

Taking a deep breath, Hector suppressed the anger in his heart, and explained patiently: "Paris, you don't understand that this matter is serious. This is not a matter of a few slaves. If one is not careful, even the father There will be..."

Thinking that Mo Wen lived in the mountains for a long time and didn't understand the twists and turns, Hector still tried to persuade him, but before he finished speaking, a slave from outside the inn hurried in, but he was the first to tell Mo Wen I heard the middle-aged slave Hekus who expressed his submission.

"Master, the water and food have been prepared, and the fleet has been contacted. We can set off tomorrow morning! However, although we have collected weapons as much as possible, we only got less than a hundred spears and a few There is still a big gap in the leather armor."

With drooping forehead and sweating profusely, Hekus straightened his clothes first, and then said respectfully to Mo Wen. When he spoke, his drooping eyelids trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of uneasiness and a hint of vagueness. expect.

Mo Wen was not surprised when he heard the words, the main mission three only had half a year, and the estimated time left for him was only one or two months after deducting the time spent sailing at sea, so after buying these slaves, Mo Wen ordered them to start Gather supplies and get ready to go.Among this group of people, Herkus was not only the first person to swear allegiance to Mo Wen, and had the best attitude, but he was originally a businessman with sailing experience and management ability. all slaves.

Facts have proved that Mo Wen's vision is still good. Hekus not only took a long time to get food, water and boats, but also got a lot of weapons. This is much better than Mo Wen expected. Because of the previous declaration, Mo Wen thought that no one would sell them weapons.

"Hekus, you've done a good job, tell our people to hurry up and repair, and leave early tomorrow morning!"

Mo Wen nodded to Hekus, and after a few brief instructions, he let the other party leave, and then he turned to look at Hector next to him, who was looking at Mo Wen with a complicated expression. , his mouth swelled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but Mo Wen spoke first, "It's good for everyone if I leave, at least you have explained to those elders?! There is no need to mention other words of persuasion , I said I have nothing to do with Troy, you better remember that!"

Hector was silent, looking at the young man in front of him, he knew that he had completely lost this brother. In fact, last night Priam sent someone to say that Mo Wen had made a move, and he had this premonition, but when When it really happened, Hector still had an indescribably complicated feeling in his heart, both melancholy and regret, with a bit of relaxation, but also a bit of envy from the bottom of his heart. There is no one who is better than himself Brother, no one can shake the position of Crown Prince of Troy. What he could never have, bound to the throne of Troy, was the taste of freedom.

Taking a deep breath, he didn't know what to say. Hector only left one sentence in the end, "Paris, take care of yourself, don't die!"

Patting Mo Wen on the shoulder, the prince turned around and left slowly.

Looking at the back of the other party who was drifting away, Mo Wen's expression was a bit strange.

"Survive? I'm afraid it's not easy!"

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Mo Wen cast his eyes in another direction, as if he saw something, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

Mount Olympus, the majestic hall on the top of the mountain has been submerged in thunder at some point, and the rampant lightning is lingering on the tall stone pillars, and the dazzling light seems to illuminate the entire sky.

Inside the hall, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive, the gods lowered their heads slightly, no one dared to look at the man sitting on the throne, the golden wine glass was smashed on the ground, holding the thunderbolt, at this moment, the gods were as inviolable as prison. Zeus told everyone why he is the king of the gods, the Lord of Olympus!

Angry flames shot out from his eyes, the king of the gods seemed to throw the thunder in his hand in a certain direction at any time, but after a long time, he gave up on this action, slowly dispersed the thunderbolt, and sat down again. Back on his throne.

Signaling the Muse to pour wine for himself, Zeus drank it down and laughed, "Haha, it's really not easy, this Paris, time and time again, violated the fate we arranged for him, among mankind He can be regarded as a genius among them!"

Although he was smiling, there was no smile in Zeus's eyes at the moment. Instead, there was a piercing coldness. Mo Wen's disobedience to his arrangements time and time again had aroused the murderous intent of the god king. In Zeus' view This is definitely because some restless gods are behind the scenes, challenging their authority through Mo Wen, otherwise, how can a mere mortal make these amazing moves again and again?

Slowly putting down the wine glass, Zeus glanced at a god in the hall holding a magic wand and wearing flying shoes, "Just this alone is not enough, if you want to defy the fate we arranged for him, you have to have other skills." !Hermes, go and warn him tomorrow, if this Paris still insists on taking someone out to sea, you know what to do!!"

"Yes, the great king of gods, everything follows your instructions!"

The young god whose name was called bent slightly and responded loudly, but a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

Several gods in the hall watched this scene with worry in their eyes, but facing the furious Zeus, no one said anything after all.

Chapter 25 Enemy of God

Troy Beach, which is one of the most prosperous harbors in the world, blocks the Dardanelles. Almost all the tin needed for forging in the Greek world has to be transported from here. As long as Greek civilization is still in the Bronze Age, the prosperity of the coast of Troy will never fade away.

On weekdays, the narrow and long coast here is full of sailing boats with sails, boatmen coming and going, and businessmen who are constantly yelling. It is noisy and lively, almost like a market. The magnificent Temple of Apollo on the coast is even more impressive. It stands on the edge of the beach like a giant looking at the sea, watching the strait and overlooking the whole world, giving people a sense of peace and relaxation that God is watching here.

It's just that today seems a little unusual. When Mo Wen came out of the city with his slaves, the whole beach was quiet. people.

The slaves behind him also seemed to have sensed something was wrong, and there was some commotion faintly. Several slaves with weapons clenched their weapons and looked around, guarding against possible enemies.

However, as the leader, Mo Wen smiled wryly, because he knew that the strange situation in front of him might not be because some people thought they were not pleasing to the eye and wanted to ambush them, but because some gods took action. These slaves wanted to rely on that A poor weapon against a god is undoubtedly a fantasy.

Simply predicting it before, Mo Wen took a deep breath and quickly calmed down. He motioned Herkus to appease all the slaves, and walked towards the ship they were about to board by himself.

With the gold provided by the Sorcerer's Stone, Mo Wen's current financial resources are far beyond everyone's imagination, and this trip to sea is related to the future, so he will not be stingy, so he directly asked Herkus to buy five three-masted sailing ships, After loading the food, these five ships are now docking side by side, occupying a large area of ??????the port.

When Mo Wen came to his boat, he happened to see the slaves he had left to watch the boat lying on the beach in disorder, all seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and a man dressed as a bard with a bamboo stick The young man was standing there smiling, looking at Mo Wen with a smile.

Beaches, sailing boats, and bards are not an unusual combination in normal times, but this scene combined with the surrounding silent environment gives people an indescribably weird feeling.

Looking at the young man who appeared here, Mo Wen's pupils shrank slightly, and his whole body tensed up subconsciously. He could feel an unprecedented threat from the other party, which was dozens of times more terrifying than Hector's. There is no doubt that the opponent is definitely one of Mount Olympus, and may even be one of the twelve.

As if aware of Mo Wen's uneasiness and nervousness, a playful smile flashed in the young man's eyes. He fiddled with the bamboo stick in his hand, and said casually: "Paris, the little hunter from Mount Ida originally , you have already received a lot of favor from the gods, why do you want to be greedy and extravagant? Listen to my advice, go back to Troy and be your prince obediently, move on, you will suffer misfortune!"

With a frustrating tone, the young man's voice seemed to be singing an opera, giving people the feeling that he was playing tricks, but the flash of coldness in his eyes made Mo Wen understand that the other party was serious.

It???s just that if you just obediently go back to being the Prince of Troy, then what is waiting for Mo Wen is basically the fate of Paris. This feeling that life and death are in the hands of people makes Mo Wen, who has worked so hard to get to this point, how can he accept it willingly? Besides, with the hole cards in his hand, even if he is facing a god, he is not without strength. No matter who the opponent is, a mere god is not enough to make Mo Wen bow his head.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Wen took a step forward and said in a low voice, "If I say I insist on going, what will you do? Do you think you can really stop me?"

And just as the voice fell, the originally silent system began to change crazily, and lines of golden text appeared in Mo Wen's eyes again.

The side mission "Attack" is released: the trajectory of fate has begun to change, anyone who defies it will be completely crushed, break through the blocking of the twelve main gods Hermes, and lead all slaves to sea safely!