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

Xerxes fumbled for the ring in his hand, he seemed to be thinking about something, but none of the slaves dared to speak to him.

He felt lonely.

A certain emptiness filled him again.

Human beings need friends.

However, he is rich all over the world, he has an invincible undead army, beautiful harem beauties, and a large number of people flattering him, but he has no friends.

Xerxes let out a sigh of relief. He sat among a large amount of gold, silver and jewels, looked into the eyes of the golden bird and ruby, and lost his mind for a while, "It would be great if you were alive." He said softly.

The cold golden bird looked at him without saying a word.

He sat up and said, "Send someone to bury the dead." He gave the order, and the slave retreated quietly. Why did he feel such a sense of emptiness in his heart? He obviously already possessed a lot of things. .

Yet he has beauties but no wives, slaves but no friends, a palace but no home.

He looked at the idol he had snatched, with golden eyes and a laurel wreath, and he fell into deep thought. He was an emperor who had made great contributions.

He doesn't trust everyone, so he always deliberately makes his actions unpredictable, sometimes magnanimous and gentle like spring rain.

Sometimes tyrannical and cruel like Xia Lei, he hopes that the world will worship him like the god of light, and worship him like a flame.

He stood up, hung the dagger around his waist, and prepared to go for a walk.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, the smell of blood that lingered for a long time, and people were carrying corpses. He rarely walked in his regiment.

Ahead is the city of Athens, the enviable city of treasures and wisdom. He stared at the lights in the distance, but this happiness at his fingertips could not wash away the melancholy in his heart.

He heard that there are many good things in the city of Athens, including the statue of Athena, which is decorated with a lot of precious metals and gems, as well as countless rich people, beautiful women, and treasures.

When he got these things, he cast his eyes on the soldiers with their heads down. They should be happy and feel the glory of themselves.

He saw a woman.

It was a woman in white clothes, probably a Greek aristocratic woman, the robe was decorated with thin gold leaf, her black hair was combed into a beautiful bun, and she had a pair of bright golden eyes.

This is very unusual, maybe a ghost, Xerxes thought, but at her feet, sitting even lower, was a young girl with frost-white hair and a faint silhouette, but it could be seen that she was clearly wearing The clothes of the rough Greek commoners.

Such a combination is surprising.

Xerxes couldn't help but sneaked closer, he planned to try to eavesdrop on their speech, but the golden-eyed woman found him in an instant, and he felt a certain sense of oppression, as if facing some extremely terrifying Xerxes had hunted many beasts in his life, but he had never felt such fear.

She is like the unpredictable sea, or the weather.

"The king who thinks he is invincible." She said.

Xerxes clenched his hand on the hilt.

"As you can see, fight me. If you fail, I will kill you. If you run away, I will destroy the army at the foot of the mountain." The woman announced lightly, "You have the courage forward?"

Countless thoughts flashed through Xerxes' brain in an instant.

The army at the foot of the mountain was nothing more than some foreigners, many of whom were captured after suppressing the Egyptian rebellion. If they were killed, there would be no loss, but this woman.

It is a truly terrifying existence.

He can't win.

It was completely impossible, he felt the hairs on his back growing one by one, facing the invincible power, he felt his own weakness and insignificance.

Give up, run away, his heart said, no one will see anyway.

The girl sitting on the side turned her head and looked at him.

To be honest, this woman is not considered beautiful in Xerxes' experience. After all, he has tasted Egyptian women, Greek women, and all the lands he has conquered. There are more or less the most beautiful prey.

However she has purple eyes.

Xerxes has never seen such special eyes, they are the color of ripe grapes in summer, and the color of sunset glow at midnight, mysterious and indifferent, with the tracks of stars hovering inside.

stargazer.

He knew this kind of person, and only mentioned a few words in very secret classics.

This woman is a prophet.

"If I lose, I'll give her to you." The woman said, picking up the girl's collar, which of course aroused her dissatisfaction, "Why do you want to bet on me?"

This woman's terrifying and majestic power caused Xerxes to ignore her appearance. Although she was too gorgeous, he was more interested in this white-haired girl as a prey.

But he dared not.

He dared not go against this unknown woman.

"Although I don't know your background." He said, "But I don't believe you can destroy the army under the mountain. As the most honorable king in the world, how can I accept challenges from others casually."

The girl smiled softly.

"Xerxes." She pronounced his name easily, "Your Majesty the most honorable emperor, the fourth generation emperor, who put down the rebellion in Egypt right after he ascended the throne, he can be said to be a young and successful king. "

"Then your eyes moved to the Aegean Sea." She said, her tone was calm, and Xerxes had a certain illusion that she didn't seem to hate herself, "You made a surprise attack thousands of miles, and now you have won a big victory. You decided to sack Athens, Come to wash away the shame of your father's marathon failure."

"Even if you were a prophet, it would be disrespectful to talk to me like that," said Xerxes.

The girl showed a faint smile.

"But you go out for a walk alone, don't you just hope to get a little disrespectful experience?" She asked with a smile.

Xerxes was silent.

She was right.

"If you are some kind of priest pretending to be a ghost, I will kill you." He threatened.

"I just have a suggestion." The girl raised a finger, "You want majesty and power above everything else, so you never show your emotions, and your behavior is unpredictable, because this can make people fear."

Xerxes nodded, he really thought so at this time.

"I want a lover, I want a friend." He admitted, the girl's gaze made him feel kind and relaxed for some reason, and he couldn't help confessing his inner thoughts, "Do you have any suggestions? If it is useful, I May I send you gold and gems?"

The girl shook her head, "I don't need anything."

"If it's a suggestion, I hope you can try to give a little first." She said softly, "Love someone before you want to be loved, and give your life before you want to be loyal."

Xerxes felt his heart throbbing sharply, as if he had been pierced by the overbearing monarch of a small country in the daytime with a spear.

300 people died in front of him one after another. No one defected, no one cried bitterly. The sun seemed to be covered with a layer of blood mist, but they were fighting for their homes and children.

"Only with tears can flowers be watered, only with blood can blood be exchanged, and only with open arms can one be embraced." The girl said softly, "Isn't it like this?"

"If you open your arms, you may be pierced through your chest." Xerxes tried to resist.

"That's not bad." The girl said with a gentle and tolerant smile, "So are you willing to fight to the end for the untouchables under your mountain?"

Xerxes was silent.

The strength of the woman standing on the side is simply unfathomable. Is he crazy? He wants to challenge that kind of thing. He still enjoys endless glory and wealth in his life, and countless beautiful things are waiting for her.

The woman sneered, "Forget it, I don't expect you to do anything anymore. To be honest, I have made an oath that I will never kill humans again."

"But your army is also doomed not to survive." She announced, "In front of you are countless people who are angry because of the loss of their loved ones."

Victory will go to those you kill.

The dead who die for the living are immortal.

Because the living will inherit their will to live and move forward.

Xerxes shuddered, his blood went cold, but in his ecstasy, the two women had disappeared.

In one day, he invaded the city of Athens, which he dreamed of. He commanded his soldiers to sack the city, and then sat on the throne to play with the spoils. The portrait of the goddess seemed familiar to him.

But it didn't matter, he pried off the stones from the marble with his cutlass, and threw the rest away.

Then he suffered a fiasco.

As a woman prophesied, when humans avenge their loved ones, when they are inspired by the courage of the dead, they will be powerful.

Xerxes withdrew to his country.

He is old.

He still has no lovers and friends, he is gradually unwilling to think about many things, so he is immersed in the embrace of flatterers, whether the wine is not delicious, or the beauty is not intoxicating.

One day, he saw his prime minister walking up to him holding a scimitar.

"The entire empire is overwhelmed, Your Majesty." He said, "Please end yourself and give everyone an explanation."

"I will serve your son faithfully." He said respectfully.

"Go out." Xerxes waved his hand.

The prime minister put the poisoned wine and the scimitar on the case, turned around and was about to leave, when he suddenly heard his old king call his name.

"Aldaban," said his aged voice.

The prime minister stood still, he probably wanted to curse himself, and cursing rebellious ministers and thieves is what every emperor would do.

However, to his surprise, he heard Xerxes sigh, "If I were honest with you, would you be my friend?"

"Your Majesty?" he asked, and then turned his head, but the once supreme monarch had already cut his own throat with a machete, as if he didn't even have the courage to listen to his answer.

He walked up, the old emperor's figure was not as burly as before, and he looked a bit stooped and pitiful.

The prime minister thought for a while.

"I don't know, Your Majesty." He said softly in a voice that only two people could hear, "Actually, I don't even know what kind of person you are."

"But, maybe, maybe we hit it off." He reached out and covered his eyelids.

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