To be king [Greek mythology]

in the shadows.

But the replacement of every king is their hope. The kings of Sparta have never been native Spartans, and they will adopt different strategies and different governance measures.

There used to be a king who gave them decent living conditions, and the slaves are now looking forward to meeting such a king again.

Thurps closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked at the slaves.

"Bring up the slaves."

The slaves were taken aback, they thought they were well hidden - at least those warriors didn't find them, and Ares never even bothered to look at their existence, just like ants, even if they crawled over your feet On the other hand, you won't give a few extra glances.

The slaves who were named panicked for a moment, but they didn't move.

Maybe it wasn't them?

The slaves were lucky to think that they were far away from the king's platform. Even if they looked at the king from here, the king was just a white shadow, not to mention there was a haystack in front of them.

It's a pity that they are facing Surpus, the man who has obtained the eye of the giant eagle.

The warriors followed Surpus' gaze, and the warriors in the last row quickly moved to search the vicinity, and soon found several slaves hiding behind the haystacks.

Efforts that have never been treated as human beings were thrown to the ground by the warriors, but they didn't even dare to groan.

They were stepped on their backs by the warriors and kneeled in front of the altar where the king spoke.

Thurps lowered his eyes to look at the ashen-faced slave, staring silently.

There was a golden light shining in his pupils, which was not conspicuous in the sun, but it made the hard workers he looked at feel the heavy pressure and the deterrence that pierced the soul.

In desperation and fear, hard beads of sweat appeared on his head, and he shivered when the wind blew.

If Thurpus had said straightforwardly about execution, they would not be so afraid—from birth to now, they have already seen the death of fellow slaves for so many years.

They are used to it, and it is no surprise that death befalls them.

But the new king is always their hope.

They even thought that the king might not execute them, otherwise why haven't they announced their results yet?

Thurpus felt that there was no need for the warriors to step on them, and the group of slaves were already so soft that they were about to prostrate on the ground, so they withdrew their deterrence in satisfaction.

His eyes returned to black, looking at the slaves kneeling under the table, his voice was cold, like ice from the abyss of Netherland, with the breath of death, "Do you want to live?"

The slaves were taken aback for a moment, and then showed ecstatic expressions.

The warriors who held their weapons tightly and waited for Thurpus' order to execute the slaves were also taken aback, but they remained expressionless and calm.

"Prove your worth, and you will be able to live." Thurpus looked up and glanced around, the golden light in his eyes flashed away, "If you make contributions to this city-state, your descendants will be freed from slavery and become slaves. warrior."

Ares paused, and just about to say something, Aphrodite and Prometheus both stopped him.

"Really!" A slave raised his head excitedly, but was stepped back by the warrior who suppressed him.

However, such treatment did not dampen the enthusiasm of the slaves, the excitement in their hearts was directly reflected on their bodies, and they almost trembled.

No king has the guts to decide that slaves can break away from slavery and become Spartans when they do certain things. The words of the newly appointed king finally let the slaves see the vision and direction of their efforts.

At least the future is bright!

"Let them go." Thurps ordered lightly, looked up and looked around, "There are eight more, do you leave by yourself, or wait to be caught?"

In the end, the slaves who were peeping from the side left, and the warriors looked at Thurpus with a kind of creepy fanaticism.

Thurps felt goosebumps all over his body.

However, when he was in Syreis, he followed his father's side and saw the eyes of the subjects when they saw his father, which was the same as that of the warriors.

He knew that his strength was recognized - he found the slaves hidden in the darkness that these warriors couldn't peek at.

And the king's promise to the slaves gave the warriors a breath of honor.

Thurps actually thought so.

You must know that there is no warrior who does not desire special honors, and Sparta has never set any special honors for the warriors.

Ares didn't have such a sensitive and complicated mind to toss about these things, but Thurpus, who was used to seeing all kinds of awards and awards in his previous life, was able to squeeze out a lot of awards at his fingertips.

"Warriors of Sparta!" Thurps raised his voice, "Similarly, those who have contributed to the war and the city-state will also be rewarded-you will be honored! More slaves, more food , higher status!"

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

Thurpus took this sentence very seriously. The few Cretan warriors who tried to find and kill Minos in the forest did so because they were greedy for the reward promised by Radamandes.

The warriors of Sparta no longer eat the fireworks of the world, are not interested in slaves, food and status, and will be full of enthusiasm for the word honor.

"Warriors..." Thurps' voice sank and his tone slowed down, "Your victories will be written into history. Hundreds, thousands, and ten thousand years will pass, and future generations will also see your names when they read history. I bow down to your illustrious reputation!"

The warriors were breathing heavily.

There is no one who does not desire to leave a name in history, whether it is a good name or notorious, he always hopes that his name can resound throughout the world, be known by others, and set off a beautiful wave in the torrent of history.

"We can do it! Whether it is the King of Athens or Athena! None of them are enough to hinder our progress!" Surpus imagined the future, which seemed to be within reach, his eyes were bright, full of confidence "Victory will belong to Sparta!"

Even in front of the station, the simple warriors, who seldom used speeches to boost their morale, looked at Thurpus, their minds were completely taken away by the scene he described, they swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and their eyes, which were partially covered by the helmet, turned red.

Thurpus hit the ground with a spear in his hand, making a dull sound. The sound seemed to hit the souls of the warriors like magic, "Victory belongs to Sparta!!"

"Victory belongs to Sparta!!!" The warriors shouted, "Sparta!!!"

Ares looked at Thurps dumbfounded.

Thurps tilted his head and snorted, I have special brainwashing skills.

Silly!

Thurps is particularly proud.

Open your mouth and eat Amway!

Chapter 64

Even Prometheus never thought that Thurps had such a good eloquence.

In other words, he didn't expect Thurps' language to be so provocative.

For Prometheus, having such talents in his students has both advantages and disadvantages.

Prometheus knows the importance of eloquence for certain things, such as negotiation, lobbying, and...brainwashing.

Clearly Thurps does this last bit well -- or rather, with a special gift.

After all, as prophets, when no gods can be believed and worshiped by human beings, prophets are the existences that lead their direction, and they will become the leaders who will save the entire collapsed world.

What Prometheus wants to teach Thurps is to discover the coming disasters and other movements from some imperceptible traces in this world.

The reason why a prophet is called a prophet and the reason why people respect him is because of the accuracy of his foresight.

Between the king and the prophet, except for some troops who are only loyal to the king, everyone is more inclined to believe in the prophet.

But the prophets are usually arrogant and silent, except that they will make their own voices when they realize that something bad will happen in the future, and they will rarely intervene in the affairs of the city-state.

This is why the prophet always gets along well with the king.

Generally speaking, in a city-state with a prophet, the model of the king as the main and the prophet as the assistant is the most common.

No prophet will run to the position of king by himself, because they can see the future, they will be proud of the good future, and panic and depressed because of the bad future. Such a mentality is not good and difficult There are prophets who can overcome the fear of a given future.

So a prophet is not fit to be a king.

And a prophet like Thurps, whose words are extremely provocative, will be even more feared by others-just like the goddess of disputes who can cause disputes with a random action, as a prophet of spiritual leadership, he speaks out Every word and every sentence of him is something that must happen to those who believe in him.

For example, victory belongs to Sparta.

Prometheus sighed.

In fact, the future of Sparta that he could foresee would only perish, because once a war broke out in Sparta, excluding the number of deaths of slaves who were thrown to the front as cannon fodder and scouts, even if they were killed by Ares, the god of war, Those warriors who were blessed were also killed and injured.

Although the lifespan of human beings is not worth mentioning compared to the gods, it is not so easy to make up for the number of people lost on the battlefield.

Spartan children began training at the age of seven, but were not allowed to go to battle until they were 20. Prometheus could even