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

Tartarus fetched a basin of water, happily threw all the loot he picked up into it, and then brushed his things with a brush while humming some tune that had been out of tune a few times, Kao Sri Lanka would like to call it a model figure who made war fortune.

"Are you really short of two coins?" Chaos couldn't help but said, "Even holding the gold teeth of the dead, it makes the place smell bad."

"It won't stink after I wash it." Tartarus patiently explained, "Waste is a bad virtue."

"You're right." Chaos said softly, "I'm going to kill you and go to the fat field."

When did he get so irritable, Tartarus thought dissatisfiedly, so he had no choice but to pick up his things and go down to the lower level, intending to wash them and melt them away, and then replace them with gold nuggets, I guess he would not be bothered up.

In fact, Tartarus admits he has little sympathy or empathy.

He is a dirty and gloomy abyss, a collection of evils in this world, he has always felt so, he is indifferent, calm and self-satisfied, easy to make promises and likes to break promises.

All in all, he never considered himself a thing.

"Coincidentally, I thought so too." Typhon said, lying on the ground, staring at the dome, the monotonous world of black and red echoed his heartbeat, "Speaking of which, why did you create me, for Make me suffer?"

"Yes," replied Tartarus, "for fun."

Typhon snorted and closed his eyes.

"Speaking of which, someone asked me to bring you a gift." Tartarus said.

"Someone still remembers me." Typhon said.

Tartarus tossed him a small sack.

Typhon opened it and looked, there was a small black thing inside, "Is it for eating?" He asked.

"According to my feeling, it should be a flower." Tartarus suggested, "You can try planting it."

"Flower." Typhon smiled, "Okay, I will try not to eat it."

"A flower needs sunlight," said Tartarus. "You can make a crack to light it."

Typhon looked at the bottomless dome, "It's going to be a year of the monkey."

"She said you won't die anyway, come on," Tartarus said, "if you want to see flowers."

"The style of this sentence, I know who did it." Typhon said, he put the bag aside, "You taught me to dig the hole."

"Okay, count on me," said Tartarus.

The girl picked up the water ladle and watered the seedlings gently. Athena was playing with two masks not far away, one with a smiling face and the other with a sad face.

"I don't know why the Athenians came up with such a thing." She gestured with two masks on her face, "But it still feels very interesting."

"Why do humans always have half of the land to grow wheat and the other half to grow flowers?"

She sighed, "As soon as the war subsided, they planned to continue doing these useless things."

"You can't stop humans from writing poetry." The girl stood up and clapped her hands briskly, "And they won, so they have to do something unusual to celebrate."

"Why don't you get something to please everyone." Athena held several notebooks in her hand, "It's really worse than the other."

"What Agamemnon killed his daughter before going out to battle, what Oedipus killed his father and married his mother."

She covered her face with a notebook, "Can't there be something like a hero who overcomes difficulties and embraces a beautiful woman?"

"You should ask how Dionysus educated the people, and why Apollo was considered inferior by them, and you were the one who judged the case of Agamemnon." Prometheus said, pulling away from her face. books.

"Yeah, I still remember this incident." Athena admitted, "Father killed his daughter, mother cheated, father cheated, mother killed father, son killed mother, the whole family has a bright future."

"Even if you are a god, there are not many occasions where you encounter such a mess." She complained.

"Later you ruled that a son should not be punished for killing his mother," Prometheus said, lowering his eyes to read the text.

"What else can I do?" Athena said, "His father has died in the bathroom, even if I make him responsible, can I drag him out of Hades?"

"It's nothing." The white-haired girl said softly.

"Would you like to see?" Athena invited.

"Go." The girl said, she seemed to be watching something, lost in thought.

"Which one do you like?" Athena asked, leaning over.

"The Trojan Women," she replied, "I like this, and I'll vote for it then."

"I don't think it has a great chance of winning." Athena said, "Which point do you like?"

"I can't tell." She laughed, rolling her eyes.

"I remember the fire in the city." Athena said, she trembled suddenly and didn't want to say any more.

Prometheus looked at her, and she knew she was thinking of that man.

The man named Laocoon.

The man whose ribs were broken by the giant python was still crawling forward, he left a long trail of blood behind him, how far did he persist, 100 meters, even, 500 meters?

Athena thought she would feel the wrath of her dignity being offended. She had warned him, so she killed him as promised.

However, at that time, she made a vow that she would never kill humans with her own hands again.

"I'll vote for Agamemnon, or the Persians," said Athena. "I think that's more contagious."

"I also think that this writer is completely impeccable, with a kind of surging passion." Prometheus commented, "But I think the person who wrote it is a bit unhuman."

"Forget it, you know I don't have any aesthetics." She returned the text to Athena, gave up, and jumped off the chair, "But it seems that sinners are not allowed to enter."

"It's okay, that's my city." Athena said, she stuffed the text back into her bag, and one volume was still lying quietly inside.

She hesitated, put these in one breath, and tied the straps.

Don't show her that one, she let out a sigh of relief.

After Dionysus received the script that day, this guy said very rarely, have you read your city's script this spring.

Athena has been very busy with work, not to mention the city of Athens, which has just experienced the flames of war. She remembers that Hermes did bring it back for her, but she hasn't read a book yet.

"What's the matter, what kind of colorful literature is there, you are so excited." Athena chose to tease him.

"I'm not that kind of person." Dionysus said, "Go back and look at it at night, hurry up."

"Okay, okay." Athena said, and then she forgot about it, but Apollo also came to trouble her the next day, "Your book, have you read it?"

"I remember that the spring competition has nothing to do with you." Athena lay on the bed and rubbed her eyes, and the sun god whispered outside the door, "but let me see what's wrong?"

"Hermes will let you go." Athena said.

"Leave it alone, have you read it?" Apollo asked.

"No, I'm too busy." The goddess complained.

"Look quickly, look quickly," said Apollo, "ah, it's getting late, I'm leaving."

What's wrong with this guy.

Athena sat up, and after a while Hermes slid over.

"Your subjects are going to piss Zeus off." He said with a smile, "Have you read that pile of texts?"

"What?" Athena asked, it seemed that the matter was more serious than she thought.

"He's not in a very beautiful mood anyway." Hermes said with a smile, "I haven't seen such a stinky face on him for many years."

"Has Hera cheated?" Athena was thinking, "Is there someone who wants to prostitute Hera?"

"You really haven't seen it." Hermes said, "Hurry up, you probably haven't seen the entire Mount Olympus."

"I passed by Hephaestus, and he and his wife were watching."

Athena let out a sigh, "I'll wash my face."

What kind of strange thing is it? Could it be that someone wanted to rape Zeus?

Raised Zeus to Typhon?

Otherwise why is he angry?

No, why are there such strange things in my mind, Athena shook her head, trying to dispel these thoughts.

After washing her face, she sat on the seat and touched the stack of texts.

"Agamemnon?"

I remember, there was this incident, she read it, it was well written, she liked it very much, and based on her years of experience, this book is very likely to win.

"Women of Troy?"

Forget it, the name of this book doesn't seem right, so put it aside first, so as not to remind myself of something bad.

"Persian."

It seems to be about war, which is a bit interesting, but it seems to have nothing to do with Zeus.

Athena's heart stopped for a moment.

She knew which one it was.

The Dionysus Festival has been held for many, many years. She has also seen various hymns to the gods. Human beings use extremely exquisite words to praise the beauty and nobility of the gods.

They also copied the epics of countless heroes.

But this was the first time she had seen the name.

She remembered that when the name appeared in the first thousand years, it had been accompanied by the names of liars, thieves, and traitors, who disguised themselves as women at the feast of the gods, and treacherously caused the golden age of mankind to be lost forever.

However, she saw the name.

She flipped open the cover.

"I have made men incapable of knowing death, and I have placed blind hope in their hearts. Also, I have given them fire."

she read softly.

The lines were hard and fervent, the best she had ever read, domineering, flamboyant, with the immortal bird of liberty in its arms, cursing and hating the tyrants who ruled the world.

She can feel that these sentences will still be gorgeous and never fall after a thousand years.

For 1000 years, there are already high mountains standing in the sea.

But truth always outlasts lies, and love is stronger than hate.

The author has something to say: Although the three famous tragic poets are basically the same age, the first two have indeed competed on the same stage, but it took a little time to operate~

I personally like Euripides the most, but it is a pity that he had no ambitions during his lifetime. If he really competed on the same stage, he might not win the championship, but after time has passed, what originally belonged to him will still be returned to him

But as far as the current world is concerned, most people think that Aeschylus is still in a better position. Seeing someone make an analogy that Aeschylus is Li Bai, Sophocles is Du Fu, and Euripides is Bai Juyi. image

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