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

"Please give me the most beautiful woman," Paris said.

At the celebration banquet of the gods, the goddess of strife put a golden apple engraved dedicated to the most beautiful goddess, and the gods finally chose Paris, the prince of Troy, to judge who the golden apple belonged to.

Hera promised to give him the largest country in the world.

Athena promised to give him invincible martial arts.

Aphrodite promised to marry him the most beautiful woman in the world.

Paris, chose Eros.

The beautiful woman is lying on the golden carpet, she is pillowing on her white arms, recalling her short life.

She's an ominous woman who sparks war wherever she goes and has countless heroes shed for her, but she's bored.

"Great God of Destiny, what is the meaning of my existence?" She said softly, "Am I unworthy to live?"

"I can give you love." A goddess came out, "Would you like to try it, fly away with a young and handsome man, and experience a different life, not as lifeless as the Spartan court. "

"You can bloom your beauty to your heart's content, and be cared for by a considerate and tender lover."

Helen sat up.

This passage undoubtedly has a great temptation for her.

She's been up for grabs all her life, they've seen her as a treasure, she grew up in the most boring of Sparta, she's been a dull gray all her life and doesn't match her beauty at all.

She felt her heart beat, "I think." She held out her hand.

"I want to commit a crime," she said softly, her lips as soft as petals whispering, "I want to try, be a bad person."

She grabbed the hand.

The next day, the whole of Greece got the news.

Queen Helen of Sparta eloped with Prince Paris of Troy.

Moros took the bread, spread a layer of hummus on it, and put it in his mouth, trying to ignore the nagging of Nemesis in his ear.

"Boss, you have a good eye. What did I say, you have to act first. You see, if you don't rob, you will be robbed."

"The reputation of Hades is bad enough," said another Nemesis. "You don't want to teach the boss to be like Hades."

"That's not a glorious thing either."

"But Hades is happy now. There is a grassland above his head, and he is in contact with nature at a negative distance. His heart is very peaceful and happy." The last goddess of nemesis echoed, "So I think the boss can go, so that we can watch another show gone."

"If you have nothing to do." Moros said, "Go back and serve Lord Tartarus."

The three goddesses instantly said that we can be as quiet as chickens.

"But I have a hunch," said one of the Furies, "that we'll have a big job in a while."

"I have it too."

"So I order you to go back and serve Lord Tartarus now." Moros said calmly.

The three goddesses felt that there was no room for negotiation at this time, so they had to leave resentfully.

Moros packed his luggage, and he was going to take a boat to Troy.

"Actually, I can pull you over." Poseidon said, and the sea god sat in the port at some point, looking up at the statue of Apollo.

"It's such an awkward position," he complained.

"Are you going to Troy too?" Moros asked softly.

"Yes." Poseidon replied, "Greece is organizing an alliance to attack Troy, and the gods are going too."

"I support Greece." He held up his hand. "Where is Lord Moros?"

"I didn't think so," said Morrow frankly.

"Now the gods of the mountain are divided into two factions." Poseidon said, "One part supports Greece, while the other part supports Troy."

This is not just a war of humans, but also a battle of gods.

Moros nodded. He turned his head and saw soldiers in gorgeous armor coming from the busy shipyard, as if they were reading the king's will.

"Move, move," someone shouted. "The king says we are going to join the Greek coalition."

"Are they going to go to a distant place to fight in such a crude boat?" Moros asked softly.

"Of course I will provide a little shelter." Poseidon said, "But overall, it is still very difficult."

"But aren't you used to it?" Poseidon sighed, "This is a human being."

"Agamemnon sent me a messenger." The blond youth said, "I should join the coalition."

"Achilles." Sea Goddess beckoned, "Come here."

"Mom." The blond young man walked over obediently.

"Someone told me." Thetis said softly, "If you participated in this battle, you will get a famous name forever, but you will die young."

"And if you stay by my side, you can live happily and richly until you grow old."

"Mom, have you heard some strange charlatans' words again." Achilles smiled and patted his breastplate. "How could a warrior like me be killed by anyone?"

"He said you were a charlatan." Thetis turned her head aggrievedly, and looked at another girl in her room. This was a guest Achilles had never seen before, but his instinct told him that it was also a goddess.

Probably mom's friend.

The girl has white hair and intricate purple eyes, she turned her head and smiled, "I'm not a crow's mouth that has to fly over to talk nonsense, obviously you begged me to say it."

Thetis stretched out his hand and pushed her on the arm, "Will you die if you don't run on me once?"

"There is absolutely no such thing." The girl raised her hands to express that I will surrender now.

"All in all, my friend is a powerful prophet." Thetis said, patted Achilles on the head, "Respect mom's guests, you chat slowly, I'll go out and make some dinner."

Achilles looked at the opposite guest, a trace of doubt appeared in his blue eyes and was then covered up by him, "Do you want something to drink?" He asked.

"No need." The girl said softly, "Thank you."

"Actually, I don't know what to talk about." The girl smiled and said, "I have already said everything I know."

"It's not that I don't believe that something will happen to me." Achilles said, picked up the cup, and drank it down. "Although I am proud, I am not so arrogant."

"I actually want to ask you, is it true that my name will be remembered by people thousands of years from now?" the young man asked.

"Yes." The girl said softly.

"Thanks then." Achilles said with a smile, "I just wish you hadn't told my mother about it."

"In fact, she already knew." The girl said in a low voice, and she stood up, "I came here this time to bring something for her."

"The armor and sword made by Hephaestus." She said, opening the box she was sitting under just now, and Achilles' eyes were lit up by the cold light for a moment, "and the horse that Poseidon promised to send , she should go out this time to bring the horse back for you."

Achilles gently picked up the armor and played with it fondly.

"It's awesome." He praised softly, "This, you can literally pierce the skin of a wild boar with a single sword."

He pulled out his sword and swung it, "It's enough to make their corpses litter the field."

There was a frenzied light in the youth's eyes.

Thetis raised the curtain and walked in, holding a whip in her hand. Seeing her son's expression, she couldn't help but sighed and put down the whip.

"You're human, you're going to die," she said softly.

"Men are mortal," said Achilles softly.

Thetis glanced at the white-haired girl sitting next to her. It was written on her face that this matter had nothing to do with me, and she wanted to hide it.

"Well, mother, I'm going," said Achilles.

Thetis sighed softly.

"Don't sigh, you will lose your beauty." Achilles knelt down. "What shall we have for dinner tonight, mother?"

Thetis smiled, "You only talk to me three times a day."

"What do you eat in the morning, what do you eat at noon, and what do you eat at night?" She said dissatisfied.

"Isn't there something else I want to eat?" Achilles said aggrievedly.

Thetis reached out and tapped him on the head.

"Seeing you go to the other side of the sea, who are you looking for?" She complained, "When the time comes, you will starve to death, and you will come back by yourself."

"I try not to," Achilles agrees, raising the curtain and letting Thetis go out.

When he turned his head, the white-haired girl was no longer there.

"Speaking of mom, your friend is in charge of something." He asked softly.

"She is a vagrant," said Thetis, seeming to smile slightly. "She is a god without a crown."

Achilles was puzzled, "Is there such a god?"

"There are quite a few. There are tens of thousands of gods in the world." Thetis said softly, "Not everyone can get the imperial seal."

"But she should be a very powerful god." Achilles said puzzledly, turning his head to look in the direction of the evening wind.

"Yes." Thetis said, "Speaking of which, you should have heard her name from the teacher."

"Her name is Prometheus." Thetis said softly, "She is the god of you humans."

"The most powerful prophet in this world." She gently covered her eyes, "There shouldn't be any problem with her prophecy."

"Mom." Achilles took her hand firmly, "I like being a human being."

"I will never blame my father or you for not making me a god." He said softly, "I am willing to live as a human, fight as a human, and die as a human."

"I know that some heroes in the past have become gods." He said with a smile, "Then how can I be more powerful than them?"

"They all knew they were going to be gods, and they showed courage in the face of danger."

"I know that I am destined to be destroyed, but I still have the courage no less than Perseus and Hercules." Achilles said, "I will seek life toward death."

"Until that day, my name is beyond death," he said softly.

Thetis turned and hugged him, and after a while, she laughed.

"Very good, very good." She said with a smile, "Even if you die of old age, you won't stay with me for decades. Think about thousands of years, I can still mention you to others."

"They still remember your appearance and sexual behavior," Thetis said, "It's really wonderful."

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