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

"A Persian envoy came voluntarily to ask the city-states for soil and water."

The white-haired girl unfolded the note and watched silently.

"What do you mean by earth and water?" Moros asked, putting the dessert on the table, and the girl rubbed her temples. "Probably, human scholars believe that this is the origin of the world."

"Soil and water mean whether you want to surrender or not."

"It's quite reserved." Moros said, stretched out his hand and lit the lamp, the girl smiled and put down the note.

"Humanity is going to war again." Moros asked.

"I fought once ten years ago." The girl said with a smile, "That's when Io came to see me, and we also had a glimpse of the world of a god she mentioned."

"A god, a monarch, then nobles, and then slaves." She counted with her fingers, "The monarch needs slaves to kneel on the ground to get on the bus."

"I have to say, their ability to learn is really strong." She sighed, "Make yourself look like some guys."

"But I heard from Mr. Chaos that the country is huge and has a large population. It has dispatched 60 troops."

Is it not, perhaps, that a powerful monarch is good for the country, Moros said.

The girl seemed to see through his mind and laughed.

"Maybe." She said with a smile, holding a spoon in her mouth, as if savoring the sweetness, "Sometimes it is a very good thing to have a monarch. You see, although I don't like Zeus, but every time something happens to him, I still have to ask for help." worked for him."

"I'm not an extremist," she said, relaxed, looking content.

"Have you given up on your idea?" Moros asked with a smile.

"No." Prometheus looked into the distance, the bottomless darkness, "but I am very patient."

"Have you ever heard a word called the time has not come." She said softly, she seemed to think of something, and shook her head, "But before the time comes, you can see a lot of clues."

"This is the job of a prophet." Moros said with a smile, inserted a piece, and put it in his mouth, "Speaking of which, don't you think I put too much honey?"

"I think it's pretty good." The girl replied.

Moros stared at the food for a moment, then said that it was delicious to you and that was it.

"Honey is a good thing." The girl said, and then tasted the taste of honey seriously, looking very serious.

Clue, Moros savored these two words, and Tartarus said that it would be better to go to bed early, this time the war will not be good, the two sides fought a war ten years ago, obviously did not enjoy themselves, this time it must be Beat you to death.

"And the priests of Zeus were bought. I saw that they charged a lot of money." Tartarus stretched his waist, "Why not give it to me, why."

"You'd better rest," Moros said respectfully.

"The situation is indeed serious." Chaos poured himself a glass of water, picked it up, and drank it slowly. "Now that most priests have been bribed, it is impossible for the gods to help."

"Besides, Zeus suffered a serious heart injury that time, and this time, it is estimated that he will not descend directly from his dignity." Chaos said, "I am just curious about how humans reproduced an army of 60. "

"This." Tartaros closed his eyes, "Stop wondering about these boring things."

"But it has nothing to do with us." Tartarus said, took a piece of bread and put it in his mouth, "No matter who comes, our three pillars are eternal, and we are not the ones in power."

"We just exist." Tartarus breathed out.

"However, it feels like human beings are following the old path of the gods." Chaos said, "The privileged people rule everything, and the others have no chance to turn around. Such a country is larger in scale and stronger in combat power."

"Isn't this a fight yet?" Tartarus said, "What's more, the last time I remember, the weak won."

"It will be crushed by the strong in the end." Chaos sighed.

"Sure enough, monarchs and tyrants are still needed, and all creatures need them." Tartarus sighed, "What does your little girlfriend say?"

"She said it's not time yet," Moros said softly.

"When will we wait?" Tartaros complained, "Forget it, it's not me waiting anyway."

Moros didn't continue to answer. He looked at the small beam of light in the abyss patio. It was raining, and some rainwater fell and hit the well, causing circles of ripples.

He knew that both she and himself were looking for clues in this seemingly hopeless war, the clues of the arrival of the era she was longing for.

The Persian envoy stretched out his hand, and the respectful person offered him the soil and water he asked for. He was very satisfied, and took out the slippers that represented the majesty of the emperor. The other party took it obediently and placed it on top of his head.

"May the emperor see the way," he said, touching the dust with his forehead.

The arrogant messenger turned around and decided to go to the next destination.

Perhaps without a single soldier, Persia's upcoming 60 army will be enough to subdue all these stragglers, and the world will kneel at the feet of the emperor.

There are no two suns, and there should not be two monarchs in the world.

Don't think, let the monarch think for you, don't act, let the monarch direct your actions, don't be afraid, let the monarch bear the fear for you, you just need to submit meekly.

Just like the flock of sheep following the head sheep, even if the head sheep decides to jump into the sea, they will jump without hesitation.

You are all his lambs, and he is your shepherd.

The Persian envoy suddenly saw someone grazing sheep on the vast grassland, and the flock of sheep walked meekly, following behind the respected head sheep. The harmony made people feel comfortable for a while.

Then, he saw that there was a dissonance in it.

Black Sheep.

It was a black sheep.

It was black all over, but it looked lively and strong, with hard hooves and bright eyes.

Scum, evil, black sheep, the Persian envoy couldn't help but think of these meanings, but the black sheep glanced at him and walked past him calmly.

What bad luck, the Persian envoy thought, maybe bad luck.

However, the bad luck he feared really came.

King Leonidas of Sparta couldn't help laughing after hearing his request.

"What's the matter?" the Persian envoy asked, "Aren't you willing to give me a share of soil and water from afar?"

"Stop pretending, they are all foxes of a thousand years." The King of Sparta stopped laughing wildly, "Earth and water, I gave you earth and water, and then you have to wear your master for hundreds of years I took out my slippers, and then I put it on my head, didn't I?"

"Look at me, am I deaf or blind?" He asked with a smile, "Don't you know what happened along the way?"

The Persian envoy showed dissatisfaction.

"You have to know that our great emperor has 60 troops. If you don't want to submit, they will come here soon, make all the men's heads, and capture all the women as slaves."

The Spartan king's fingers played with the knife at his waist.

"Okay, let me see his 60 troops." He said with a smile, "Let me see how good a kneeling dog is at biting."

"You won't be rude." The Persian envoy said.

"If I didn't know that you were domineering in the city, trampled on old people, and used your eyes to look down on women, I would even treat you to a meal."

Leonidas said, and then he picked up the Persian envoy by his front with his strong arms, and carried him out of the door, "Okay, I'll give you soil and water."

"Have you seen this well?" He said lightly, "Is the water in it enough to drink?"

The Persian envoy trembled in fright, "Enough is enough."

"There is our noble soil that has been handed down for thousands of years, but you need to dig it yourself with your noble hands, how about it?" Leonidas asked softly in his ear.

The messenger felt fear, "Don't kill me, I can be your slave, don't kill me."

He was trembling, and his eyes searched for the priest-like people. He remembered that they had bought the priests and would definitely save him.

"If you're looking for priests, it's a disappointment," Leonidas said with a smile. "How can people like them live down the mountain in condescension?"

"Of course it can't save your dog's life."

He threw it forward hard.

The Persian messenger screamed and fell into the well.

"I heard that the messenger from Athens has arrived." He raised a hand, and a letter was placed in his hand. He opened the letter and looked at it, "I see."

The black goat nestled next to the white-haired girl. She stretched out her hand and gently moved the stones and herbs, as if she was doing a divination.

"How did it turn out?" Moros asked.

"Actually, I already knew the result." The girl said with a smile, "It's just that I haven't played for a long time, and I just want to play."

She reached out, tossed and caught the beautiful amethyst in mid-air, looking delighted.

It seems that it should be a good result.

"Do you think absolute power can get everything?" Moros couldn't help asking.

"Of course." The girl said without hesitation, then she turned her head and smiled, "But I will lose everything."

"Divination is something like that." She said with a smile, "Actually, there is no need to do it in many cases."

She stretched out her hand, put those beautiful stones and shells in a small pocket, put them aside, and then blew out the candles, "But this is a sense of ritual, before going out, give everyone confidence .”

"Of course the coach will lie a lot of times." She said with a smile, the heart does have unexpected effects in many cases, and it will become even more difficult for human beings to overcome after they have courage.

The Persian emperor was half lying in the tent, surrounded by young and beautiful eunuchs. He took the report and looked at it, then waved his hand, "Then trample them down."

The torrential rain came.

He calmly looked at the elephant outside the camp. A slave was attaching sharp knives to the tusks, and then whipped its hind legs vigorously to keep it in a frenzy.

The author has something to say: there is a little bit of time manipulation and a lot of private settings, and there is a setting that all monotheistic gods are the same, please do not verify

This article is actually a crazy product of learning the history of Western literature, as if the world is only good for the West

I hope you enjoy eating, thank you~

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