To be king [Greek mythology]

Sinking, he touched the mongoose's head, and looked up at Payris.

Paieris already has a few gray hairs on his head, but he looks pretty good, and the wind is blowing under his feet when he walks.

"Long time no see, Payris." Thurps had a smile on his face, which was different from the fake smile he used to face those people in the past, it was a bright smile from the heart.

"Yes, it's been a long time." The leader of the warriors of Crete, who was no longer young, looked at the vigorous young king. After a while, he sighed and said, "All the little slaves in the past have become kings."

The expression of the Spartan warrior who was following Surpus changed, and he wanted to say something, but Surpus raised his hand to stop him.

Seeing his action, Payris rolled his eyes with a smile, "Yo, it looks like you did a good job."

Not all warriors will show anger when others say something offensive to the king, which proves that Thurps is quite popular in Sparta.

This made Payris heave a sigh of relief.

"My kid has come over." Payris said.

Thurpus nodded, turned to get out of the way, walked side by side with Payris, and said, "He's too reckless."

"Radamandis didn't mean to let him take over my position, and I don't know when you and Minos will come back." Payris sighed, "So I didn't teach him too much."

Thurps froze, nodded in understanding.

"Minos tore down Poseidon's temple and said he would rebuild Pluto's temple." Payris paused slightly, "Although he was talking about the God of Wealth—but everyone understands it."

"Pluto's?" Thurps was a little surprised, "I thought it would be Death."

"Anyone is fine—anyway, Poseidon didn't send God's punishment for this." Payris shrugged. Although it's not good to think so, the temples have been pulled down, and all they can do is desperately Pray that Poseidon will not be angry, and that Hades will help them in their calamity.

After all, Minos has been in Hades for so many years.

Maybe they can count on a little more about being blessed by Pluto.

With a sudden change of belief, Thurps didn't know how the Cretans accepted the news calmly, let alone what Paieris was thinking.

He could only remain silent until he entered the camp of the Spartans.

"Minos knows how to measure, and his teacher is the goddess of justice." Sepus said and glanced at Paieris, "Did Minos talk about sending troops?"

"I'm still wondering when you'll mention this." Payris laughed out loud, "Yes, he said that you just send troops to Megara and hand over Salamis to Crete."

Thurpus did not mean that Minos would send troops without hesitation, but he did not expect Minos to be so sure, he frowned slightly, "The island of Salamis is very close to Athens - Crete needs assistance Much slower than Athens."

"Don't forget the power of the slaves you were on Crete before. This time Minos came back, they have put in a lot of effort." Payris reached out and patted Thurps on the head, feeling quite comfortable Okay, "Minos expelled them from slavery, and they are expected to return to Attica this time. They have all tried their best to win a vote. The number is definitely enough, not to mention you can help? "

Thurpus pondered about Crete's power, but said nothing.

If it doesn't work, they can still move troops from Corinth. All he wants is Athens, and Salamis is likely to be given to Crete.

He had no idea of ​​Megara, which had once been a vassal of Corinth.

At that time, if Collins really needs help, he will promise Megara, just enough not to make Collins feel slighted or dissatisfied.

Payris looked at Thurps, "Don't underestimate the warriors of Crete. Although they are not as good as the Spartan warriors, they can fight three against one, but they are definitely not weak."

Surpus finally just nodded, and he can only trust Minos now.

Payris' son rushed from the camp and crashed headlong into his father's arms.

His father's peace made his hanging heart finally relax.

"Ares and Aphrodite are also in the camp, do you want to go and see them?" Thurps looked at Payris and asked.

"Can they give strength to the warriors of Crete?" Pailis raised his eyebrows.

Thurps shook his head, of course they only give power to their believers, and Ares is particularly partial to Sparta.

Payris laughed twice, "Then I won't see you, after all, the gods are so honorable."

Thurps didn't say much. Watching the young man dragging Payris into the garrison, he disappeared in an instant. The young king glanced at the warriors around him, "Protect them."

"Yes, Your Majesty the King." The warrior took the order. Although he seemed a little reluctant, he still followed the father and son and left.

Surpus pulled the mongoose's claws from the two teeth hanging around his neck, rubbed its belly, and walked towards Ares' tent, "I saw your grandfather."

The meerkat looked up at him.

"Well, and your great-grandfather Tartarus." Surpus rubbed the mongoose's belly again.

The mongoose simply lay in his arms with its belly exposed, but looked at him with dark eyes, seeming rather curious.

"Typhon..." Thurpus thought about the adjective for a long time, and finally he could only choke out two words: "It's very big."

The meerkat turned over and arched into his arms, huddled up, leaving its buttocks in Thurps' sight.

Thurps: ...

Feeling subtly despised.

Of course, the young King of Sparta didn't mind very much. He walked into Ares' tent and was not surprised to see Ares sitting on the soft animal skin blanket, looking restless.

"So impatient?" Thurps raised an eyebrow.

Ares glanced at him, looking very impatient.

Human beings are troublesome, fighting a war is so boring.

Surpus smiled, "Tomorrow afternoon, we will break out of camp and head straight to the main city of Megara."

Ares was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly got up and ran out.

That night.

Thurpus and Ares squatted on the wooden bridge built by Hercules, looking across the dark isthmus.

Most of the Spartan warriors didn't know that they were going to the battlefield tomorrow afternoon, and they still suppressed their temper and waited for the war that didn't know when it would come.

"Are you sure tomorrow afternoon?" Ares asked suddenly.

He actually didn't understand what Thurpus was waiting for every day squatting here, but the past few years made Ares trust Thurpus quite a bit.

Thurps turned his head and glanced at Ares.

"Ares, do you mind faith? I mean, Athens."

"What about Athens?" Ares didn't understand Thurps' meaning.

"After you take Athens, do you mind that faith doesn't belong to you?" Thurps asked.

Ares narrowed his eyes, his eyes darkened.

He turned his head to look at Thurps, who was squatting next to him without the image of a king. Although the young man was expressionless, Ares could detect a little anxiety.

He thought of what Thurps had talked to him about Attica and Athens at the beginning.

"You want to rule Attica - alone?" Ares asked, which seemed a little ridiculous even to himself.

A human being who wants to survive in this world without relying on gods and develops a city-state is no different from the Arabian Nights.

Thurps shrugged. "Probably not alone."

"If you can do it, I have no problem." Ares shrugged like him, "I just wanted to hit Athena in the face when I took Athens."

Attica's rich resources are certainly exciting, but people will always slack off in training after leaving the harsh environment of Sparta-some people always have a sense of crisis before they are spurred forward. Ares is quite knowledgeable about training warriors.

"I'm going back to rest." Thurps stood up and glanced at Ares, "Are you going to squat here to guard the bridge?"

Ares nodded, glanced at the starry but moonless night sky, pursed his lips, "I'll stay a little longer."

Surpus followed his gaze and looked up, without saying much, turned and left the isthmus.

Olympus.

Athena sat beside Artemis' bed with a worried look on her face.

Her friend has been very tired lately, which is almost impossible for a god.

The gods don't get tired, unless they need to take a short rest when they consume too much power, but Artemis is not like this.

Artemis' fatigue has been showing for a long time, but the gods—including Artemis himself, didn't care about it. It wasn't until recently that Artemis didn't even have the strength to drive the moon car, and finally Let the gods realize that something is wrong.

Artemis fell into a deep sleep.

Eris, the goddess of strife, fell in her sleep.

What happened recently made Athena very disturbed. She didn't know what happened, but Zeus, who might know something, went to Netherland, and there has been no movement until now.

The Goddess of War has never felt so at a loss as to where to start.

She didn't even have time to pay attention to the prayers of the priests of the Athenian temple - in the face of matters related to the survival of the gods, those matters of human beings were obviously not taken by the Goddess of War.

Athena held the Thunder Rod that Zeus had given her temporarily, stared at the peaceful sleeping face of Artemis, and turned her gaze to Apollo, who was also beside Artemis' bed.

Apollo just had a sullen face, plucking the strings aside.