Chapter 435 This smell of scum is pure
The next morning, the gates of Troy were opened again.
The handsome little prince Paris, with a leopard skin on his shoulders, a bow and arrow on his back, a sword on his waist, and two javelins in his hands, came to the battlefield with a team of Trojan soldiers, threatening to challenge the bravest hero in the Greek coalition forces.
As expected, Diana walked out of the Allied camp fully armed.
"Try to hold him back for a quarter of an hour. However, this kid may have the will of a god in his body, so don't be careless!"
Hearing the advice from her old father Lorne in her mind, Diana nodded imperceptibly, and then hooked her finger at Paris contemptuously.
"Are you the pretty boy who kidnapped Agamemnon's wife? You look more human than that old man Agamemnon, but your habit of stealing and attacking people is not good. It was you who shot me in the back yesterday, right? Come on, let's fight!"
Hearing this sarcastic remark, not only did Paris' face turn dark, but Agamemnon's expression was as if he had eaten a dead fly.
When Loen saw his good daughter dealing a high critical hit as soon as she opened her mouth, he felt a little amused.
I asked you to attract hatred, but not to accumulate anger for the other party. If you get beaten up by the opponent and cry, I, as a parent, will have to step in personally. Aren't you cheating your father?
Just as Loen was secretly complaining, Paris, with an increasingly gloomy expression, took decisive action and threw out two javelins with the force of thunder.
Diana sensed the powerful divine power contained in it and did not dare to be careless. She used sword and shield together to block the two javelins' attacks from both sides and took advantage of the opportunity to counterattack.
Looking at the two balls of light and shadows colliding at high speed on the field, Loen, who was watching the game, gradually felt relieved.
Although Paris' body was inhabited by the will of the gods, unfortunately his own foundation was too poor and the divine power he could withstand was quite limited.
In addition, the prince usually spent most of his talents and time on women, and hardly ever touched training and weapons, so his physical fitness and fighting skills were also mediocre.
Due to various factors, the pretty boy with high-end software but poor hardware cannot defeat Diana, who is fully equipped with magical equipment and well-developed in all aspects.
But as time went on, Loen gradually felt that "Paris"'s patience was disappearing bit by bit, and the divine power in his body was also increasing rapidly.
Although doing so would cause permanent mental and physical damage to the host body afterwards, the will in Paris's body was obviously not kind enough to care about the durability of the consumables.
After several consecutive fights, Diana looked at the aegis in her hand with obvious cracks, and felt the divine power rising steadily in her opponent's body. She couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart, and decisively gave up fighting the opponent head-on, and instead used the golden wings behind her to move at super-high speed.
For a moment, the situation was deadlocked again.
Off the field, Loen estimated the time while preparing to intervene, or even kill Paris with one blow.
Although the Trojan princess agreed to join the group, for the sake of caution, not all the treasures could be placed on her.
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At the same time, in Troy.
Cassandra, dressed in priestly attire and holding a magic wand, walked into the Great Temple.
Several elderly priests were surprised when they saw this:
"Your Highness, you are not on guard at the military camp. What are you doing here?"
"Brother Hector hasn't woken up yet. I want to pray for him."
Cassandra answered in a deep voice, then looked at the remaining priests and added with a frown.
"Praying requires absolute silence. Please go out first and don't disturb me."
"But……"
Several priests looked at Cassandra with hesitation.
Although communicating with the gods does require a relatively quiet environment, Her Royal Highness the Princess is a priestess of the Temple of Apollo, not a priest who protects this temple. It seems that she has exceeded her authority by expelling the priests who serve here without authorization.
Cassandra's face turned cold when she saw this:
"What? Am I not qualified to use this temple? Or is the life and death of my brother Hector unimportant to you?"
"No, no, we are just doing our duty." Several temple priests who stayed behind waved their hands quickly.
"Well, if the prayer fails, or if anything happens to my brother because of you, I want all of you to be buried with him!"
Cassandra said this with a cold face, then turned and walked out the door.
Upon seeing this, several temple priests hurried forward, grabbed him, and begged with bitter faces.
"No, no, Princess, let's leave the temple immediately!"
Having said that, several priests obediently left the temple, not forgetting to close the door.
There is no way, this pot is too big for them to carry.
Watching the strangers leaving one after another, Cassandra took a deep breath and slowly walked to the guardian statue.
Although it is unknown what the consequences of doing so will be, if nothing is done, Troy will surely perish in disaster.
Since this road leads to a dead end, we might as well believe in the god of wine who visited us last night and fight for Troy and ourselves!
Thinking of this, Cassandra calmed down, and without hesitation took out the purple curved short blade hidden in the magic circle, and stabbed it into the chest of the guardian statue at lightning speed.
“Crack~!”
In an instant, the statue on the altar made a crisp breaking sound, and the sky that was originally sunny was suddenly covered with dark clouds. Thunders filled with boundless anger rolled in the clouds, like silver swords, pointing at the great temple in Troy.
Blasphemy, capital crime!
The terrifying divine power only revealed a trace of its aura, and Cassandra, who was the first to bear the brunt of it, felt as if she was struck by lightning. Her face instantly turned as pale as paper, and traces of golden-red blood flowed from the corners of her mouth.
However, faced with this prison-like pressure and sinister murderous intent, Cassandra hesitated for only half a second before raising her arm again without hesitation and stabbed the guardian statue several times in the forehead, neck, and chest.
I have to say that a woman who dares to take off her clothes and seduce in front of the Greek god, and then pretends to be calm and puts her clothes back on after realizing that she has recognized the wrong person, has absolutely first-class psychological quality.
Once they make a choice, they will often walk to the end of the road without hesitation.
"Bang!"
As spider-web-like cracks spread all over its body, the guardian statue on the altar exploded.
The lightning gathered in the clouds seemed to have lost its home and rushed towards the battlefield outside the city of Troy.
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At this moment, Diana looked at Paris who was suddenly confused and the lightning falling rapidly in the sky, and she suddenly had an idea. She immediately raised her arms and collided them fiercely. The golden divine wristbands immediately set off a violent shock wave.
Pariston, standing still on the field, was like a leaf blown by the wind. He flew hundreds of meters and crashed heavily into the wall of Troy.
Before the pretty boy could stand up, a cold bronze dagger was placed on his neck. With a little force, the sword cut a bloody mark on his skin.
Paris' face was filled with panic and his body was shaking like a sieve. He seemed like a different person and had lost all his previous bravery.
In fact, he was also confused.
The head was buzzing, and the memories were scattered and fragmented, as if countless conductive steel needles were stirring; at the same time, heart-wrenching pain came from all parts of the body, and wounds like a baby's mouth appeared on the skin, and blood flowed out uncontrollably.
He didn't know how he got here or how he got injured.
But at this moment, his instinct told him that the most important thing was to survive.
"No, don't kill me! I'm willing to do anything!"
Paris burst into tears and uttered a cowardly cry to the owner of the bronze sword.
Diana was slightly stunned, and sneered playfully:
"Well, how about Clytemnestra in exchange for your life?"
"no problem!"
Paris nodded quickly in response, without the slightest hesitation.
At this moment, a beautiful blonde woman standing on the city wall watching the battle had a look of disbelief on her face.
She was none other than the former Queen of Mycenae, Clytemnestra. Today, she had wanted to closely observe her lover's heroic performance on the battlefield, but unexpectedly, she witnessed such an unbearable side of him.
Seeing this, Diana couldn't help but show contempt:
"If you are so afraid of death, why do you do something like kidnapping someone's wife?"
"I, I don't know either..."
Paris answered with a bewildered look on his face, but at the same time he felt a strong desire to talk.
"After arriving in Mycenae, it seemed as if a voice told me that I should do this..."
At this moment, the Queen of Mycenae on the city wall couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
It seemed that she had the same feeling, as if some mysterious force was driving her to make such a choice.
Suddenly, Paris' eyes lit up, as if he had found the answer:
"I know, that woman must have cursed me behind my back! She just couldn't stand the loneliness, this has nothing to do with me!"
Seeing Pallas trying hard to shirk responsibility and slandering his lover at all costs to save his own life, all the Trojans who fought with him were shocked, with contempt and disappointment on their faces for the prince.
The Queen of Mycenae on the top of the city wall turned pale and fell into deep confusion.
So, how did I fall in love with this guy in the first place? How could I be so obsessed with him that I abandoned my son and daughter and ran away with him?
Looking at Paris's poor performance on the court, Lorne was not surprised at all.
Because in the original epic, this Trojan prince was a coward who was afraid of death.
Facing the challenge of the Greek hero, he was terrified and hid among his friends, trying to get his friends and brother Hector to block the knife for him. Hector, who was always good-tempered, scolded his brother for being timid and strong on the outside but weak on the inside.
After being forced to fight and injured, Paris found his abandoned wife, the nymph Oenone, and begged for help. Oenone did not agree, and in order to save his life, he also put the blame on Helen, who had eloped with him, to clarify to his original wife:
"My dear wife, I am in pain, please do not blame me. The cruel goddess of fate brought Helen to me and made me leave you. This has nothing to do with me. I beg you, pointing to the gods and our past love, please sympathize with me, heal my wounds with medicine, and relieve me from the unbearable pain..."
The above is clearly recorded in the epic poem "Iliad".
At this moment, Paris, whose true colors were revealed, had begun to do whatever it took to survive.
"Let me go, I am willing to expel Clytemnestra from Troy and make peace with Greece forever!"
Seeing that Diana remained indifferent, he turned to the Trojan soldiers behind him and gave angrily orders.
"What are you still standing there for? Put down your weapons, do you want to kill me?!"
"Just shut up!"
At this moment, a figure jumped down from the city wall with an angry roar, and the spear in his hand shot out like a meteor, directly knocking away the bronze dagger in Diana's hand.
Hector? Is this guy awake?
Diana was delighted to see the prey and was about to go forward to fight when a dazzling golden light shone from the top of the Troy city wall and several golden arrows made of flames shot towards her.
Sensing the pure divine power contained in it, Diana had to withdraw quickly.
Hector, who was under the city, took advantage of this opportunity, grabbed his brother who was lying on the ground, and led the Trojan soldiers, whose morale had hit rock bottom, back to the city.
"Lock him in my tent! No one is allowed to let him out without my order!"
As soon as he entered the door, Hector, with a livid face, gave orders to the Trojan soldiers around him.
The soldiers immediately nodded respectfully and dragged Paris, who was almost as soft as mud, away from the scene with contempt.
Compared to this pretty boy who behaved in an ugly way just to survive, they naturally trusted the eldest prince Hector, who had made a name for himself by fighting for his life.
Watching his brother who brought all the troubles being dragged away, Hector sighed and looked back.
"You shouldn't have done that..."
"Do you want me to watch you die in battle, or do you want me to watch Troy fall?"
Cassandra, walking down from the city wall, asked back calmly.
Hector shook his head, his eyes full of gloom and helplessness.
"We can't change our fate. What's the point of struggling once?"
"How do you know if you don't try? It's really stupid to keep going down a dead end road."
Cassandra looked seriously at her brother Hector, who had already resigned himself to his fate, and smiled indifferently.
"Since you all refuse to listen to my prophecy, I will personally sound the alarm and lead you onto the path you should take."
"Father will kill you..."
Hector glanced at the great temple in the city where smoke was billowing, and deep worry appeared in his eyes.
"Even if you can get past your father, I'm afraid [He] won't let you go."
"But you will protect me."
Cassandra smiled calmly, her tone extremely firm.
Protect?
Yes, as long as I am still alive, I will never abandon my family and people.
This kind of obvious personality makes it easy to be taken advantage of.
Hector smiled bitterly and shook his head, looking helplessly at his sister who had started to become rebellious since he didn't know when.
"You should have follow-up plans, right?"
Cassandra glanced at the cheers outside the city and replied in a deep voice:
"That person should come again in the evening."
"Okay, then I'll believe you this time!"
Hector took a deep breath, as if he had finally made up his mind, tightly gripped the spear in his hand, and turned to face a team of God's Blood Guards who were rushing in from the palace.
"Come on, follow me to see father first."
Looking at the figure taking firm steps forward, Cassandra felt a lot of emotions in her heart.
Finally, her prophecy of the end of the world has its first follower, and the wheels of Troy are turning to another path.
The unknown is full of infinite possibilities.
(End of this chapter)
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