The Hardest Bone Will Eventually Feed Wang

It's just a very common fight between children, which has nothing to do with profit, honor or life. In his childhood, as a Spartan, his daily homework was not to learn modern knowledge but to fight. They are each other's best toys. In comparison, the so-called fight in front of him is not as good as his preschool level at that time.

I feel sleepy just looking at it.

Kratos originally wanted to leave with the picture album, taking advantage of the lack of tourists to take a look at the famous Parthenon Temple at night, but after walking two steps, he turned to a new page under the warm yellow light. In the picture book is a The handsome Ares is calmly and arrogantly looking down on the war on the ground from the sky, as if the war is just a plaything in his hands.

I have to say that although the appearance is different from the Ares in memory, this painter is indeed powerful. The annoying arrogance and self-confidence really made Kratos sound like Ares, who was once aloof, and remembered that he was in a crisis. The humiliation of being forced to offer all prayers for strength like Ares.

I give you the power to win, and the price is everything.

Ares' arrogance with beard and hair reappeared in front of Kratos again, as if the truth was pronounced.

Fuck the price.

"If you want to break free, hit your head back, hard."

Kratos turned around, and suddenly spoke to the children who were still entangled.

The children were stunned for a moment, not knowing what the bald head was saying suddenly, but Pandora reacted quickly, dropping her neck and hitting it, causing the chubby child behind her to hold her nose with tears and snot coming out.

Naturally, he let go.

"Concentrate on killing the weakest one first. It's best to grab your leg. He has no hands to defend when he grabs your leg with both hands. Put your center of gravity on him to solve the balance."

Pandora suddenly realized, she used her nails to force the scratched boy back, and directly hugged the red-haired boy who was hugging her legs, her nails scratched his face, making him scream like a girl, and hurriedly put down Pandora's Hold your head with your hands.

However, he also lost his sight, and was placed by Pandora's provocative legs again.

"He is smaller than you, so he kicks directly with his feet. His feet are longer than his hands, and he is more powerful."

The boy who was scratched was only ten years old at most. When his companion was thrown down, he waved his fists and rushed towards him like a windmill. His aura looked fierce, and then he was kicked by Pandora and hugged his stomach like a shrimp.

Just the fat kid left.

"The heavier the body, the harder the fall, and he will fall down by himself."

The chubby child squinted his eyes that were still dripping with tears and rushed over. In Pandora's eyes, he was as unstoppable as a locomotive, so he could only retreat.

After hearing Kratos' words, Pandora's eyes lit up, and when Fatty rushed over, he quickly pulled him with a sharp hand, and she turned sideways to hide.

Originally, the fat man was unstable, but this time the fat boy fell to the ground, laying on the ground with tears and snot and couldn't stop crying.

Big win.

"It's amazing, so I'm so amazing!"

Pandora was amazed at his record in place, but Kratos was no longer interested in admiring it. He was just unhappy that victory had to pay a price, not that he had any nostalgia for God of War's right to control victory.

What's more, it's just children fighting, can it be said that the God of War is controlling the outcome?

But within two steps, Pandora chased after him and stopped him panting.

"Why, do you want to return the album?"

"No, I gave you that picture album, big man, you are so good, you beat those quail eggs for me with your mouth, I thought it would be terrible. By the way, my name is Pandora, big man I don’t seem to be a local, what do you come to Athens for? If you are here for tourism, I can be a free tour guide. I read the album for the purpose of becoming an excellent tour guide in the future.”

"No, I'm a Greek. When I come back this time, I just want to go home and have a look. It just doesn't look like my home here."

Kratos refused with a cold face.

"Greek? You don't look like, um, I've hardly seen a Greek with your muscles and a shaved head. What do you do? Fitness trainer? Athlete."

Although she rejected Pandora's guidance, she still followed Kratos and chatted endlessly.

"neither."

Kratos looked at the Parthenon wreckage in the distant night and said.

"I am God of War."

Author's message:

PS: The fight in this article is adapted from real events. If there are any similarities, it is purely true and can be learned from reality.

Extra: God of War and the Maiden (3)

"Okay, Spartan City is here, thank you 46 Euros."

A dusty taxi stopped on the slightly old main road of the city. Kratos got out of the car and looked at the sight in front of him with a rare surprise on his face, even a little irritated.

The girl named Pandora recommended herself to be his tour guide. He was not interested, but after spending the night in the Parthenon, Pandora found a taxi to take him to Sparta early the next morning.

Or more correctly, the city of Sparta.

The goal is a slightly old southern Mediterranean-style second- and third-tier town, with sparsely populated roads and large olive fields outside the city. Towns, in simple terms, are completely urban-rural junctions.

The resolute eyes, the rough stone buildings, the fighting children, the noble elders in white robes, and the ubiquitous statues of gods were all broken.

There are only lazy residents, cowardly men, and undisciplined slaves (peasants).

A disappointed expression floated in his eyes.

"I said, sir, please pay the fare of 46 euros."

The taxi driver urged impatiently by honking the horn.

"I don't have gold, go find someone else to go."

Kratos was in a bad mood, he stared back and said, the tyrannical look in his eyes frightened the driver so much that he didn't dare to say a word.

"Sorry, I only have so much."

On the contrary, the girl was embarrassed to take the Bawang car, but only found out the wrinkled twenty euros all over her body, and handed it to the driver with an embarrassed expression.

"Wait, big man, don't go too fast, I paid you twenty euros, remember to pay me back later."

"I don't owe anyone anything, and I didn't ask you to come with me."

Kratos stared intently.

"Didn't you bring any money home? Then how did you come back?"

"Swim back."

Kratos was succinct, and walked into the so-called Sparta City without hesitation. This peaceful small city was crowded with people, but they all consciously avoided Kratos and took a detour.

He was also wearing a battle skirt and shoulder armor wristbands, revealing chest muscles that were harder than marble, and the aura exuding from his whole body seemed to kill people. Following behind him unhurriedly, the policeman inside seemed to be calling for backup with a walkie-talkie.

All of this cannot escape Kratos' senses, but he has encountered similar things in the United States, and he is too lazy to care.

"In other words, why don't you see more in Athens, I have many places in Athens to take you to play, and each place has a lot of stories and myths to tell you, why come to this olive planting city, there are no tourist attractions here Story myth."

After paying the money, Pandora still turned a blind eye to the tall man in front of her, and complained dissatisfied.

"Really, this place is no longer the military camp of 2000 years ago, but the myths and stories of the Spartans are no less than those of Athens."

Kratos was disgusted when he heard Athens.

"Now there are no Spartans. You have watched too many movies. They are mainly Greeks and Thracians, but now there are fewer people. I heard that [-]% of Sparta is Libyan, Syrian, and Lebanese. .”

Pandora murmured dissatisfied, coming to such a small place made her feel that the fairy tales she memorized had no chance to be spoken out.

"What is this? In the past, Sparta had more slaves than the population of the citizens, but the population cannot explain everything. In the end, it was iron and fire that proved the glory of the Spartans."

Observing carefully, Kratos did find that this small second- and third-tier ancient city is covered with black hair and Middle Eastern faces that do not belong to Greeks, and there are even many black people, but he just came from the United States not long ago. The population is mixed, so I don't think so.

"No, no, no, not a slave, but a refugee."

Speaking of refugees, Pandora's expression was a little unhappy.

"Refugees, war or famine?"

"It was a war. The Mediterranean Sea is so small. A war broke out on the other side of the sea, so many people ran to Greece on the other side of the sea. Although I don't understand the details, the adults said that the olive fields of Sparta needed people. , put them here. But I don't like them at all."

"Not only did they rob jobs, but also raised taxes. Everyone doesn't like them, and the most important thing is that they are fighting with each other. Why do adults only blame me and not them? It's not fair."

"Those who fought with you are also so-called war refugees?"

It was only then that Kratos realized that the three children who started a fight yesterday were not Greeks. Greeks don't have red hair, and their facial features are even more inclined to the Middle East and Asia Minor.

"Yeah, it's not just me. When adults fight with them, they feel that the whole world is against them. Even murder and rape are fine. My father was a social worker when he heard that he was beaten to death by a group of refugees because he violated customs. My father’s people hid in the refuge camp and said they didn’t see it, and I didn’t know if this was my home.”

"Then you don't intend to take revenge?"

Kratos asked.

"Of course, I want the police to catch the hooligans who killed my father, but I don't know who killed my father. At that time, the crowd were all these refugees, and they couldn't find out who they were unless they told the police. "

Pandora looked gloomy.

"Rely on the police? No, what I'm talking about is revenge. If they see it, don't they say it? Then hit them and tell them. Blood debts, blood blood feuds, why do you let others avenge you? Are they your family?"

Kratos asked in a low voice, but this concept seemed to frighten Pandora. Looking up at the expression of the bald head, she realized that he was telling the truth.

"But, even though I've thought about it, isn't killing someone illegal?"

The girl stammered and explained that Kratos looked at her little face and suddenly realized that it was not her who was weird, but himself.

"It seems that I made a mistake, we are in two different worlds."

"But I also want revenge, so I often fight with the group of refugee boys, but I find it useless to fight them. I want to know how to become as powerful as the big guy, muscular and tall, just use your mouth Just helped me beat three boys, can you teach me, I think I still have some talent for fighting..."

"I only kill, not fight."

Pandora boasted that she was cut off by Kratos, and she lost her voice.

"This land doesn't seem to have anything worthy of my nostalgia. It seems that I came to Greece by mistake. I just said that there is a war on the other side of the sea. Maybe I can find my destination there. You go You don't have to follow me when you come down, unless you can swim too."

Kratos has already visited this small southern European town in general, but didn't get anything, so he walked out of the dilapidated town of Sparta.

"Big man, you just said so much, did you just take revenge with your own hands?"

Pandora followed up and asked unwillingly.

"Of course revenge."

Kratos walked out of the outskirts, took a deep breath, and ran out a golden light while Pandora was stunned, leaving only the last sentence in the air.

"But it's pointless."

Author's message:

PS: Don’t ask why the fight wasn’t over at that point in time, war is the norm there, peace is just an intermission instead.

Extra: God of War and the Maiden (4)