Virus Throne

In Achilles, Xu Youran saw the great human brilliance under the arrogant appearance.

He hid his love for his hometown, nation, relatives and friends deeply behind his arrogant mask.

Because not only his body has flaws, but his inner world also has an Achilles heel.

Achilles didn't want others to find out and take advantage of this, so he always used his arrogance and ruthlessness to cover it up.

But the cunning Agamemnon discovered his Achilles heel, so he could use justice to coerce him to join the deadly Trojan War.

Xu Youran took the slave girl Wang Gangdan and walked towards the tent of the coalition commander-in-chief, looking back every three steps.

The closer they got to the army's camp, the stronger the smell of wine in the air became, and it seemed that even the wind from the Aegean Sea could not blow it away.

At a glance, the Greek coalition camp and countless military tents stretched endlessly to the end of the sight.

The white tents looked so dazzling in the night, like graves that were about to collapse.

Xu Youran knew that many, many people would be buried here in the future. Whether it was Greek heroes or Trojan heroes, everyone had a reason to fight to the death.

It seemed a bit like the technological civilization camp and the cultivator civilization camp. After billions of years of fighting, they had a deep hatred for each other.

But the Trojan War was for the continuation of the race and for the struggle for interests. What were the two camps fighting for?

A pile of bonfires rose, adding a touch of warmth to the slightly cool Aegean night.

Soldiers came to the beach from the warships, and the soldiers who participated in the siege also sat around the fire. Even the captured slaves picked up their glasses and drank happily.

There were laughter and songs from different countries everywhere, and the gloom of the setbacks in the war seemed to have dissipated long ago.

The fragrance of singing and laughing, mellow wine, and barbecue, mixed with a faint smell of blood, was the smoke from the battlefield in the distance, and countless wronged souls were slowly dissipating.

Xu Youran looked back and seemed to see Achilles alone in the night, wearing a white robe, quietly looking at the Aegean Sea and his hometown on the other side of the sea.

He was waiting for someone, a friend who grew up with him and was as close as a brother, Carlos.

When the sun rises tomorrow, he will accompany this close friend, away from this noisy battlefield, and return to his long-lost hometown.

Even if there is still reluctance, it cannot defeat friendship.

Agamemnon can capture Troy, which means leaving a way out for the Greek people.

If he cannot capture Troy, at most he will fight to the death with the enemy in the north.

No matter where you are, it is a battle. This is Achilles' fate, the fate of a warrior.

Perhaps, he can also avoid the prophecy of the gods, and he will not die under the city of Troy.

However, a great warrior had to leave the battlefield like a deserter, leaving the battlefield when the Greek people needed him most, just because his close friend Cross wanted to go home.

Perhaps Cross also believed in the prophecy, and he wanted to save a legendary hero in this way.

From this point of view, Xu Youran felt that Achilles should be more humane than himself.

If he had to make a choice between the one billion people on Earth and Dongfang Bai, Xu Youran didn't know how to choose.

Sacrifice Dongfang Bai to save the one billion irrelevant people?

Or sacrifice the one billion irrelevant people for Dongfang Bai?

Without reaching that desperate situation, Xu Youran was also at a loss.

What if it was Lianna?

What if it was Nüba?

It has nothing to do with love, only with humanity and great love.

Xu Youran walked through countless fires with a sense of loss. No matter where he went, someone stood up to toast him, and someone pulled him to sing and dance.

Although he was familiar with this history, he didn't know exactly who died here.

Looking at these young, resolute, arrogant, and some with scarred faces, his vision couldn't help but become a little blurred.

He just came to participate in a trial of original sin, not to save this arrogant world.

There are 100,000 powerful awakened warriors, dozens of six awakened warriors, powerful five awakened warriors everywhere, and high gods.

Zeus, Hera, Ares, Apollo, Poseidon, Yaya...

There is no doubt that at least seven awakened warriors started.

In this world, the gods are not legends, they live on Mount Olympus, the top of the world.

Occasionally, they will come to the world, come to these people, and show their miracles.

Xu Youran is powerless and doesn't want to save the world. He only wants to save the most arrogant legendary hero Achilles.

The wheel of history is rolling forward, and time has obliterated countless truths.

And he is standing at the turning point of history at this moment, finding the obliterated truth and trying to change the direction of history.

He didn't know what kind of great power made the war of the gods recorded thousands of years ago on Earth still happen today, or continue to happen.

He also didn't know who had played this story on Earth, or who had spread it to Earth.

Now, he just wanted to walk into the camp in front of him and tell all the arrogant Greek heroes here.

When the sun rises tomorrow, I will return to our hometown with my best friend Achilles and will no longer fight for what you call Helen.

If your respect for me is just to please Achilles, then your goal has been achieved.

The huge commander's tent was extremely luxurious. Outside the tent, beside the blazing bonfire, a group of female slaves and male servants had already drunken.

Some people saw Xu Youran coming and reluctantly stood up to salute, while others pulled Wang Gangdan and handed her a wine glass.

"Miss Partnis Agnes, you are so beautiful tonight, can you have a drink with me?"

"Hahaha... Don't worry, Lord Cross won't mind."

"Oh, my dear Partnis Agnes, I really hope I can be as young and beautiful as you..."

Wang Gangdan gently pushed away these colleagues who were barely friends, "You are all drunk, and I still have to serve Lord Cross. By the way, I will not be called Partnis Agnes in the future. The master gave me a new name. I will be called Wang Gangdan in the future."

"Hahaha... Wang Gangdan, what a shitty name..."

"Hahaha... Too funny, Gangdan... Gangdan... Do you have two eggs made of steel?"

"Keep your voice down, Lord Cross is still here."

"Sorry, Lord, we just think it's funny, hahaha..."

"Humph! My name was given to me by the master, I like to be called Wang Gangdan, drink you to death!" Wang Gangdan pushed away the servants angrily.

Looking at these unruly slaves, they came from many city-states defeated by the Greek coalition.

From the moment they lost their freedom, their lives and deaths were in the hands of others.

Xu Youran shook his head helplessly. These people were really uneducated. They didn't know how to appreciate such a nice and simple name.

If there is a chance, I must give each of them a name.

He opened the door of the military tent with Wang Gangdan and walked in. It was like the manic sound of a rock concert, which immediately drowned him.

"Hahaha... Look everyone... Our hero Cross finally came to drink..."

"Hahaha... Cross, Cross... Is it because your injury hasn't healed yet, and you want to be intimate with your little slave girl?"

"Hahaha..."

"Our great Greek hero Cross was bravely injured today, and we must celebrate his achievements with fine wine!"

"Hahaha... My little man, come and sit next to me quickly! Let me see how you are injured. I have been fighting until the sun sets today, and I haven't had time to see you."

The man who spoke last sat on the throne at the top.

He was tall and burly, at least two meters away, with slightly curly golden hair and a sharp face.

His upper body was naked, with muscular and explosive power.

Under the bright torch, the hideous scars were clearly visible.

Although he was just sitting there, he looked like a small mountain.

He was holding a huge pottery jar filled with fragrant wine, and there was wine on his shaggy beard.

His eagle-like eyes flashed with cold murderous intent and manic fighting spirit.

Without Wang Gangdan's introduction, Xu Youran recognized him immediately.

King Mykne, commander of the Greek coalition forces, brother of Menelaos, King of Sparta.

King of all kings, Greek epic legendary hero, Agamemnon!

He was the planner and leader of this expedition to Troy. Almost all the heroes who participated in this war in Greece were invited by him in every possible way.

Cruel, cunning, cruel, arrogant, arbitrary, selfish, lustful, wise, brave, strong, sacrificial...

This is the evaluation of him by the whole of Greece, and also the evaluation of him by the gods on this land.

Agamemnon is not a descendant of any god, but he commands many demigods.

He has no divine power, but he is comparable to gods with his mortal body.

Throughout human history, it is difficult for a person to combine so many human bad roots and great qualities in one person like Agamemnon.

In order to lead Greece out of the predicament, he looked at the other side of the Aegean Sea with foresight.

In order to find a suitable reason to start a war, he even let his brother Mene's wife seduce Paris actively, dragging Troy and the whole of Greece into the quagmire of the battlefield.

Mene and Helen, a loving couple, separated from each other because of the great cause of the Greek people.

Although Xu Youran knew that after the Trojans conquered Troy, Helen followed her beloved husband Mene back to Greece and lived happily ever after.

However, the separation of the couple for ten years, and the fact that she had to do everything she could to seduce Paris and the Trojan King Amos, was indeed too much for the kind-hearted Helen.

Agamemnon actually made all this a reality, daring to think, dare to do, black-hearted, and ruthless.

In order to start this war safely, Agamemnon had to sacrifice his daughter to the goddess of hunting Artemis.

He loved his daughter very much, but for Greece, Agamemnon, who was willing to sacrifice, made his choice.

Even Xu Youran had to admire the legendary hero Agamemnon. Compared with Agamemnon, she was a younger brother.

If Achilles' arrogance is like a lonely poet, guarding his beliefs with his gun and sword.

Agamemnon's arrogance is like a violent lion, guarding the whole of Greece with his claws and blood.

Achilles is an arrogant gentleman, and Agamemnon is the king of arrogance.

There are dozens of powerful heroes in this luxurious tent, but the moment Xu Youran entered, he only saw him.

Although he has never seen the battle between Achilles and Agamemnon, Xu Youran can feel that Agamemnon's strength is definitely not much worse than Achilles.

Achilles wins because of his demigod physique and his awakening skills.

Agamemnon's strength comes entirely from himself.

"Hiss..."

Xu Youran secretly took a breath of cold air, such a powerful king of arrogance.

It is really a long way to go to erase his arrogance...

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