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

"You have killed Achilles' best friend," said the old king. "Hector, he will certainly ask you to a duel."

"You run away from the secret path now, maybe you can survive." The old man said, holding the hand of his eldest son, but the young man calmly rejected him.

"I am willing to go out and fight." Hector said.

"Brother, please ask for the protection of Apollo, he said that he is willing to kill Achilles for us." Paris said softly.

Hector shook his head and showed a tolerant smile, "It's okay, just let me be quiet for a while?"

He turned his head and walked out.

"Do you know the secret passage?" Hector asked softly, as his wife sewed clothes for the newborn.

"Is that the one you often took me to see?" asked the wife, "I remember, it was the third pillar in the dungeon of the palace, knocking on the head of the little beast on the left."

"That's right." He said with a smile. "If Troy is defeated, just run away with the children."

There was a hint of seriousness on his wife's face.

"Why, what happened?" she asked.

"Tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, Achilles will come and call for me to go out to meet the enemy." Hector said with a light smile, "It doesn't matter, if you are interested, you can watch the excitement."

"Okay then, I'll try to spare some time," she said, and she came over and hugged her husband's body, and they hugged tightly, as if they didn't want to be separated.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," she said.

The dark-haired young man stood in the courtyard where the autumn leaves were falling, watching the couple.

Moros knew that many gods had arrived on the battlefield, waiting for tomorrow's duel.

Athena would interfere with the Trojan captain's lance, and he would trip over Hera's stone and sprain his ankle.

Even without that, he's no match for the indestructible Achilles.

So why did this mortal abandon Apollo.

He obviously loves his wife and children so much, how can he be so determined to die.

For that illusory dignity and pride?

For strange freedom?

Apollo was standing by Zeus's side, and the God King was furious just because Hera sent him to sleep and almost missed the battle. At this time, his face was uncertain, and his fingers tapped the armrest of the chair vaguely. .

"Do you have any instructions for the duel between Hector and Achilles tomorrow?" Apollo asked cautiously.

"Get ready to kill Achilles when humans think Achilles can defeat Hector." Zeus said, "Achilles' weak point is his ankle."

"Be sure to let mankind know that you killed it." He ordered softly, "God can kill the strongest hero of mankind without any effort."

"Let this fear penetrate into their hearts." God King ordered, "Do you understand?"

"Understood." Apollo lowered his head and said.

Zeus waved his hand and let him go out. He leaned on the throne, showing a smile, playing with human will and hope, turning them into spineless ants and worshiping at his feet. He is very good at these.

He has been using this routine for 1000 years.

Let heroes conquer a country at will, let Shenwei directly conquer a city.

Human beings will eventually prostrate at the feet of God.

That guy will also crawl under his feet, and sooner or later he will tell the answer to that secret.

He moved his gaze down, and the white-haired girl stood on a high cliff, overlooking the battlefield, looking calm and indifferent, and that almost violent feeling rose in his heart again.

He was going to kill her, kill her from the soul.

She turned her head suddenly, and a pair of bright and sharp eyes met his gaze, which was exactly the same as the one he was familiar with.

Zeus stood up from the throne, "Prepare the car for me." He said softly. The servant looked very puzzled, but he didn't dare to disobey the request of the god king.

The king of the gods drove the thunder cart to a stop on the cliff, and he walked down. The girl seemed to expect him to come, showing a faint smile, "What's the matter, staying on Mount Olympus is too lonely Yet?"

"I think you have been dazzled by your current freedom." He said softly, grabbed the girl's hand, and forced her to look at the ring, "Now you are doing your old job as a warmonger again ?"

"I've never been considered a warmonger." The girl smiled, but her eyes were cold. "You, on the other hand, seem to be very keen."

Zeus pressed her on the stone wall, and the God King's condescending face was self-evidently menacing, "I didn't swear to give you eternal freedom, you know that you have done countless things, I will find another one You can go back to Tartarus and go to jail."

"Sure." The girl said with a smile, "I kind of like Tartarus."

"At least the souls there don't like you."

"Have you felt this level of eagerness to find approval?"

Zeus asked in a low voice, he stretched out his hand and gently strangled the girl's neck, and the feeling of the girl's blood flow was transmitted to his palm, "Don't think I won't do anything to you."

"You said I cut off your tongue, how do you feel when you are forced to live." Zeus threatened softly, "If possible, I really want to goug out your eyes, cut off your tongue, and make you a forever The poorest reptile."

"Then you can." The girl said softly, "You know you can't."

She is the prophet of this world, as long as there are stargazers in the world, she will not be blind, and as long as there are injustices in the world, she will not be dumb.

That's what her power does for her.

"Unless you are willing to eat me and inherit my authority." The girl said with a light smile.

Of course Zeus knew what it meant to inherit her power, and no monarch would choose to inherit her power, because he would no longer be able to be a monarch.

Are you only threatening me with this?

"Then I'll show you what a poor bunch of wretches human beings are at the mercy of the gods."

Zeus said softly, he pressed the girl to the ground, pressed her shoulders tightly, and forced her to kneel on the ground.

"I can take them as slaves," Zeus said softly, "just like you."

"You have nothing against me," he announced, "and neither do they."

Angry Achilles shouted Hector's name outside the city gate, and the young man walked down from his father.

His wife was waiting for him on the road, holding his child in her arms. He looked at the sleeping face of the child, couldn't help hugging him, and kissed him on the forehead.

"Take care of your mother." He smiled, "Dad is out."

The toddler seemed to understand something and seemed frightened by the tassels on his helmet, crying unceasingly.

This was such a loud cry, mixed with the shouts outside the city gate, the world became extremely noisy in an instant, and Hector picked up his spear and walked down.

He walked through the street, many people were looking at him, and he showed a smile.

They still have tomorrow.

They will have tomorrow.

The city gate was opened with a small gap, a ray of sunlight came in, and dust debris swirled inside. Hector raised his head and saw the brilliant clear sky and day.

Sun God stood under the city wall, but the black-haired hero glanced at him, showed a grateful smile, and walked straight past him.

"Great Sun God." He said softly, "Please stay on this magnificent city wall and protect it from harm."

He got on the chariot and stopped in front of the legendary hero.

Zeus stretched out his hand and ordered the god of wind and the goddess of darkness to assist Hector in fighting against Athena and Poseidon.

The two heroes grabbed the spears in their hands and began the first duel. Achilles thrust the spear quickly and steadily.

However, Hector's evasion made him fail again and again, and Athena could still spare a little energy in the fight with Nix, so she took out a small stone and threw it out.

Hector stepped on the ground and was sprained by the stone. The spear in Achilles' hand almost jumped to his throat like a poisonous snake in a second.

However, the hero seemed to have seen something. He withdrew his hind feet and took a defensive posture with his shield in his hand.

"Get up." Achilles ordered, "is the most powerful coach in Troy only at this level?"

Then the rebellious blond god of war turned his head, looked at the gods lined up in the sky, and made a gesture with the hand holding the spear.

All the gods were shocked.

Even the humans who saw it dimly didn't understand what was going on.

He gestured with the middle finger.

How much disdain and arrogance this is.

"Don't tarnish my great victory." He said, his long golden hair was blown up by the wind, "this man, can't I beat him to death?"

"I can play him to death like a cat with a mouse," said Achilles. "I told you I don't want you to mind your own business."

Then he swung a spear, and the extremely powerful force made Hector's arm holding the shield and half of his body numb and stiff. The black-haired Trojan hero looked at the opposite hero. He was indeed Aka. Luce.

He must be Achilles.

A hero that the whole world dreams of challenging.

Just playing against him can make people feel excited like the blood is burning.

With a roar, he went forward again with his shield upright. His ankles and arms were in excruciating pain, but his soaring enthusiasm made him almost forget everything.

They want to fight, use fighting to prove that they have survived, and use fighting to prove the highest courtesy and recognition for each other.

Hector's shield was shattered, but he grabbed the broken splinter with his backhand. Regardless of the blood dripping from his palm, he thrust it into Achilles' neck, even scratching the Vulcan armor. An incomparably brilliant spark appeared, scorching a strand of Achilles' temple hair, and a hint of disbelief flashed in the blue eyes of the blond hero, but in the next second his dagger pierced the enemy's lower abdomen.

Hector fell to the ground, a lot of blood loss made him feel cold and his vision blurred, he threw the spear in his hand, with his final determination, brushed past Achilles' ear, and nailed it to the on the ground.

He heard a voice.

Apollo's voice.

"Throw your short sword and I'll help it hit the mark."

Hector drew his dagger, and Achilles cautiously approached the formidable enemy who had fallen to the ground.

A smile appeared on the corner of Zeus's mouth.

In the next moment, Hector moved the dagger forward.

then.

He held the blade and put the hilt in Achilles' hand.

"If you have any compassion for me, I don't ask you to treat my corpse kindly. Please give it to my son, so that he can have something to remember about his unfortunate father."

Apollo's hand froze in mid-air.

The black-haired hero Wang showed a dying smile, "It's just a loss. If it's Achilles, there's nothing shameful about it."

Zeus let go of his hand, and he didn't know when the girl stood up.

He felt a certain chill.

Humans are dead.

but.

Humans won, or, predictably, they would eventually win.

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