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

The Greeks burned their bodies on the beach, the Trojans buried their bodies in the mountains, and the world was so silent that even the crows stopped singing.

The white-haired girl was sitting on the cliff, and the crow landed on her wrist. The peasant woman always felt a little unusual. She felt that she felt a kind of kindness towards the girl for no reason, as if she had met her family, while the animal They also like her, no matter what breed, they will give her complete trust and snuggle up to her.

Even crows.

The black bird closed its eyes and leaned against the girl, as if waiting for her caress.

But she is not a god, and the peasant woman has also seen the compelling brilliance and splendid figure when the oracle came down.

"Little girl, are you a stranger?" the peasant woman asked.

"It doesn't count." The girl said with a smile, "I've always wanted to live in many places."

"I want to too." The peasant woman said softly, "but I have never been anywhere in my life except my village."

"Maybe when my children are married, I can go out and play." The peasant woman smiled and straightened her hair. "I hope I can still walk by then."

The girl turned her eyes to look at her face. She had a pair of special purple eyes. The peasant woman had never seen such eyes. She knew that the nobles in the city would have sea-blue pupils or golden sclera, but she hadn't yet. Have seen purple eyes.

Although human beings are naturally afraid of abnormal things, she felt a sense of trust and security in this girl for no reason.

Like, looking at your parents.

She was surprised by this idea, because she looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, why would she feel this strange to herself.

"Speaking of which, what's your name?" the girl asked with a smile.

"Irene," she replied softly.

The girl held her chin and looked at her, "It sounds interesting."

"Actually, I don't know what it means. It was my father who went to sell grapes in the city, and then he said that he saw many young ladies with such names, and he thought it was very good." The peasant woman said with a smile, "And now I also sell grapes. Grape, indeed, many people would name it this.”

"Is that so?" She said with a smile, "I like grapes very much."

"It would be great if there was no Helen." The peasant woman whispered, "My grapes will not be cut off, and my son will not die."

The girl looked at her peacefully, nodded, and signaled her to continue talking.

"But." The peasant woman let out a sigh of relief, "Helen can't be allowed to die."

"Why?" the girl asked, "If she hadn't been born, or if she died, wouldn't the beating be unnecessary?"

"I don't know." The peasant woman turned her head, "I don't know either, and I'm not an educated person, but I just feel that such a big matter cannot be afforded by one person."

Paris sat on the steps, he didn't want to see anyone, and he didn't want to see Helen either.

He looked at his hand, which was still shaking.

He lost.

He thought that he would finish a duel decently, and even if the king of Sparta killed him, he would not run away, but he ran away without any thought in his mind except that he didn't want to be killed.

"Paris." He heard a voice, he raised his head, and saw the blond Sun God sitting not far away, looking at him.

"Haven't you abandoned me yet?" Paris showed a faint wry smile.

"Do you want revenge?" Apollo asked. "I will let you kill the greatest hero in the world."

"Then can I become the greatest hero in the world?" Paris said helplessly.

"Most of the time, human beings only look at the results, winners and losers." Apollo said.

"If you do what I say, you can slay the greatest heroes and regain your fame and fame," he said.

There was a kind of frenzied light in Paris's eyes between the fingers of his hands covering his face.

"Okay," he replied, "I will kill the greatest hero," he murmured.

"This is what Zeus wants to see." Apollo encouraged, "Stand up."

Human beings are nothing more than toys and puppets of the gods, Apollo thought, and Zeus wanted to prove it by ordering them to protect both sides and give them reinforcements.

No matter how hard you try, you can't defeat a god-given hero.

Zeus wanted to plant this fear in the hearts of mankind.

He knew that he had found the prince and brother of Troy, while Athena was supporting Achilles, Nyx, the goddess of the night, was providing cover for Troy, and Poseidon, the god of the sea, was protecting the Greek voyage.

Human beings, feel your own smallness.

The victor will be the one that gets the love of the gods.

Human beings are indeed weak and insignificant, Apollo thought, this incompetent prince, as long as he has his own help when he draws the bow, he can complete his destiny.

However, there is always a faint doubt in Apollo's heart.

Are humans really that small?

He knew that the girl was also here, but he didn't intend to ask her, because she wouldn't say anything useful anyway, let me witness, Apollo let out a sigh of relief, let me see, in the end I was Take refuge in God King.

still.

Serve humanity.

Let me see what you are capable of.

"The Greeks are rout- ing , our beaches are falling apart," someone yelled, and Achilles rolled over to show that I had nothing to do with it.

"If you want to escape, you can go now." Achilles waved his hand lazily, and the priestess turned her head away.

"I want to watch you be beheaded in bed," said the priestess.

"Okay, you can do whatever you want." The blond young man said, he yawned and closed his eyes. The priestess listened to his breathing and gradually calmed down.

A thin young man poked his head out of the tent lightly. He gestured to the woman to shut up, then tiptoedly picked up Achilles' armor and got out again.

Patroclus spread out his clothes, and the veteran came over, "Is it his?"

"He lent it to me and said he was not feeling well." Patroclus said with a smile, "It's okay, everyone can't see clearly, as long as everyone thinks that Achilles is back."

He put on the clothes on his body. Although he was about the same height as Achilles, he was much thinner, but from the surface, he couldn't find too many clues.

"His horse knows me," said Patroclus. "It should be all right." He put the helmet on his head.

"If he didn't agree, even if it was yours, he would be furious." The veteran reminded.

The young man showed a sly smile.

"It's okay, it's okay." He said with a smile, "It's good to secretly stuff it back for him when the time comes. He can sleep for several days."

The veteran suddenly saw something. He tried his best to look at Patroclus, but the armor affected his vision. Before he could react, he was picked up.

"I promised your mother that I would bring you home," Achilles said.

"I didn't say I couldn't go home." Patroclus said guiltily. He was turned around by Achilles and looked at his face. "I just want to rectify morale a little bit, rectify morale."

"Don't go too far," said Achilles.

"Okay, okay." Patroclus put his hands together and said seriously.

"Where's Athena?" Achilles put him down and turned to look for the goddess who was with the Greek coalition forces. "Let her ride with you to protect your safety."

"What about her, why can't I find her at this time." Achilles said dissatisfied.

"It doesn't matter." Patroclus said softly, "Time is running out."

"I don't need God's protection, and this is not a difficult job." He smiled, led the horse, and jumped onto the chariot, "You used to take care of me." He said softly, "Athena It’s fine, it’s fine with you, I will go my own way after all.”

"Even if I get killed, it's my choice." He said softly, "I'm different from you, Achilles, I'm not God's favorite."

"But it is my honor to swing the sword for you, and for Greece," he said, shaking the reins, and turned away.

Achilles suddenly felt as if his heart had been grabbed by something.

Patroclus is not a son of God, and even his combat abilities can be said to be mediocre.

But Achilles is willing to admit that he is his only true friend in this life, because he is generous, brave and kind.

Mortal Patroclus, made his life choices.

"That friend of yours went to the battlefield?" Athena appeared beside Achilles at some point, and the blond young man stood upright, looking into the distance motionless.

"It's too messy, and he doesn't have the blessings of the gods." Athena said, "I'll go find him."

Her arm was grasped by a hand that was firm and strong without any hesitation.

"He has my blessing and the blessing of Greece," said Achilles. "If Patroclus dies, I will avenge him, and Greece will avenge him."

"I swear, I will hang my enemy's head on a high pole and share his bones with wild dogs." Achilles said softly, "I know he is not the son of God, and I also know that God's protection is my charity. With him. Instead of saving his life, I am willing to respect his consciousness. If he dies, I will abandon my dignity to avenge him until I die."

Athena stood still.

She looked at the blond boy's face with a little surprise, seeing him trying to keep the tears from falling from his eyes.

"Achilles is coming!" exclaimed the Greek excitedly.

"Achilles is coming?" The Trojans were terrified and made a mess of themselves. The young man was galloping among the chaotic army in a golden armor. He held his sword high and gave them the courage to move forward.

At this moment he was the greatest hero in all Greece.

The Greeks came back like a tidal wave. They gained a foothold on the beach and fought back.

The Trojans retreated in a panic, and did not gain a firm foothold until behind their coach.

Hector clenched the spear in his hand and stared at the young man opposite him.

He seemed to feel a little strange. In the legends he heard, Achilles had blue eyes, but this young man had a pair of green cat-like eyes.

"Fight me, Achilles," he shouted.

The author has something to say about the story of the creation of Typhon by Tartarus:

Tartarus: I will create the most powerful creature in the world

first give me wings

Then come a big big body

I heard that poisonous snakes are very powerful. Where can I spell it? No, it’s too obscene. I’m a serious person. I’ll spell it on my fingers.

The best amphibious, let me have a fish tail

Well, to be fair, can this thing live?

Tartarus: I'd better retreat first.

Typhon who got up:? , What is this called, control the killing without burying it, or control the life without raising it?

Probably such a story