spartan ancestor

"..." Ai Zhi stared at him speechlessly.

Hyacinthus shrugged: "Just kidding."

But confusion is true confusion. Adult fighters are here to eliminate people. Wouldn't it be better to wait for one of them to defeat the other?The timing of this arrow shot was more like they were worried about being discovered by them, so they took advantage of their attention to focus on each other, and suddenly shot back from behind.

But you can't tell for sure, some archers do prefer stealth.

"Keep the arrows first." Hyacinthus took back the drugged arrows and put them into the quiver behind his back. "Maybe it will be useful. It's already noon, and those who should be fat are fattened up. I'm going to the south." Look, there is a sand thorn bush there, and you should be able to touch a lot of fat fish."

He paused for a moment, and this time he took the initiative to say: "Let's go together, in case you encounter this kind of drugged-up person, you can have more chances to recover by helping each other."

There was one more thing he didn't say.

It is doubtful whether the arrow was shot by an adult soldier, and it is always good to be more prepared.

Ai Zhi didn't know if she also thought of this, and nodded silently.

The two approached the south silently along the bushes. This time, they were not lucky enough to meet someone of the same kind. They passed through the Asakusa area smoothly all the way. When they took a rest behind a natural pile of interlaced rocks, the time passed. noon.

Yan Yang scorched the stone surface until it was scorching hot, Yacintos wiped off the sweat that flowed down his chin, moistened his parched lips with the last bit of water in the water bag, and looked down: "Fighting consumes, After crossing the foothills, someone will definitely go to replenish the water source."

Aizhi watched Jacintos drink water profligately all the way, and said blankly at this moment: "For example you?"

Hyacinthus: "——" He was about to say the right thing, but it wasn't here. As soon as he spoke, he was captured by the scene below.

In the sand wattle forest, a clear stream meanders, shining in the sun like a pile of snow jade, which is the most attractive trap in such hot weather.

A dozen or so contestants are struggling in this trap. They may have been lured to come because of their trust in their own strength, or there may have been a chaotic fight, but all of this ended in a group of fifty adult fighters. The crushing of encirclement and suppression machines.

It is difficult to describe this gap in strength. The strength that the contestants are proud of is not stronger than that of the gnats shaking the tree. Under the hands of these fighters who have experienced the flames of war, they are knocked out in a daze after just a face-to-face effort. The weapon, bewildered by the dizziness in front of it, was lifted high above the head by the powerful arms of the soldiers like a dozen weightless toy dolls, and then fell down from a distance of nearly two meters, sending out an uncontrollable scream. Muffled wailing.

"Crack!"

It was the sound of bones breaking.

There is no way to resist, the difference is worlds apart.

The soldiers ended the battle silently and quickly, without even messing up the red cloaks on their backs. The archers who had no intention or need to shoot stepped forward lightly, and stripped off the eliminated players, including their weapons and clothes. He was clean, and in the end he just kicked the waist of the player who was still unable to stand up without mercy, and issued a short expulsion command: "Get out."

"—Ah!!" A contestant howled angrily, dragged his body with several broken bones, and rushed towards the soldiers desperately, reaching out to grab the archer's red cloak, trying to fight to the death.

He had to fight, until this moment, the elder's mocking warning before the trial began was taken seriously, just in the blink of an eye—just a blink of an eye!He's disqualified from being a true Spartan citizen!

He couldn't help but fear in his heart, and he could foresee the future: all doors of power would be closed to him, and when he returned home, he would be spurned by his family, and for the rest of his life, he would bear the shame of a "loser" and be poked in the back.

Ai Zhi leaned behind the rock, took a deep breath, almost swallowed the words that overflowed his throat, and used gestures instead: [Forty light armored soldiers, ten archers... move in a group, how do we fight? ? 】

—Fuck you, Hyacinthus turns around and walks away.

I don't know if the wind direction is wrong, or because the soles of their shoes rubbed against the gravel as they walked, Yacintos' hairs stood on end as soon as he turned around halfway—a distance of more than a hundred meters, the ten archers suddenly turned their heads in unison , Inorganic cold and hard eyes cast straight.

In the blink of an eye, Jacintos's thoughts were inexplicably thinking of the olive grove in the early morning. The sensitivity of the adult soldiers made him wonder, did Alan and Oss really miss him?

He jumped down from the rock: "—Run!" Stepping on the narrow foothold, he jumped five or six times in a row, and then went straight to the east, "Follow!"

The cold arrow brushed past his earlobe almost instantly, and plunged hard into the sun-dried ground. The first, second, and then, like a sudden summer rain, chased after him.

Hyacinthos felt dizzy for a moment. I don't know if it was because of the tense nerves, or the hallucinations that appeared under the heat. The road under his feet and the road ahead turned into nothingness for a second, and the arrow behind him suddenly became more Scary things—but when he took the next step forward firmly, the illusion was crushed by the powerful footsteps, and in front of him was the familiar childhood playground.

He pursed his lips, dexterously flashed between the trees, slid down the broken slope, kicked the ground like a leopard, and under the cover of this gully, he turned straight without stopping, changed direction, and then Along the side vines, as light as a flying swallow, he stepped on the wall to borrow strength, and climbed up the opposite hill a few times.

Aizhi's footsteps have been following closely behind, occasionally pulled away, but soon caught up, they ran continuously, changed directions, crossed several ravines, and finally searched in a chasm hidden under the bushes. Arrived at the destination - a hidden cave.

Even though the rain of arrows behind him had stopped, Yacintos still didn't stop, and rushed into the hole.

——then met the eyes of Norm, who was baring his upper body in the hole and bandaging another player.

Norm: "..."

Hyacinthus: "..."

Ai Zhi: "..."

Mount Parnon is so big, how likely is it that the three players who are most likely to compete for the top three will gather in the same small cave at the same time?

Hyacinthus glanced at the slightly or seriously wounded people in the cave: "Have you also encountered adult warriors?"

"...Yes." Noam said bluntly after a long while, "We collided head-on, 50 people formed a regiment, forty light armored soldiers, and ten archers. Do you need herbs?"

Ai Zhi took a deep breath, pulled out the arrow on his shoulder: "Yes."

The vigilance and defense disappeared temporarily, and Yacintos found an open space at random, sat down on his buttocks, raised his hands and pressed his eyes and muttered: "I'm starting to hate running..."

He didn't know why when he was running just now, the dream that he had repeated twice flashed back before his eyes.The feeling of exhaustion in the dream was brought up along with the memories, and he had the desire to spend three days and three nights paralyzed in this cave without doing anything.

Those wounded saw that Noam didn't mean to fight, so they put down their weapons again, and one of them cursed: "Fifty people form a group! I can't imagine it. I thought it was a dozen or so fighters fighting guerrillas at most. ...Now it's all right, we not only need to guard against the opponents in the same field, but also guard against those legions—fuck! There are more than one legion! What on earth are you thinking?"

Jacintos put down the hand that was pressing his eyes, and said humorously, "Maybe it is to reproduce the current situation of Sparta's internal and external troubles?"

"..."

No one dared to answer his quiet silence.

Due to the fact that internal friction is very unwise, Yacintos and Aizhi were temporarily admitted, and Noam treated Aizhi's wound: "When you came in, you didn't bring the legion over, did you?"

"No——shouldn't you ask me that as soon as we come in?" Ai Zhi just finished asking, and was grinned by Nom's increased force, "By the way, have you encountered any lonely archers?"

Noam pulled out an arrow from the quiver with his backhand: "Have you encountered it too?"

Ai Zhi took it and sniffed it: "It's also a drug. Have you met Darth's gang?"

"Ha!" This time it was the contestant next to him who answered, although he had a long gash in his abdomen, he still rushed over excitedly and said, "Not only that! When we met the Legion, Das happened to be with us Confrontation. He was carried by a group of children from minor nobles. We had just finished talking harshly to each other when the legion rushed out from nowhere and directly lifted Darth's stretcher—we ran fast, and when we turned back I could see that group of little nobles trying to run away, but they were caught back one by one, and more than half of them were directly cut off."

Yacintos gave him an inquiring look, and Noam nodded: "Darth has left."

The person next to him murmured, "What did you say he was plotting..."

Specially ordered the little nobleman to carry him onto the stage, so physically and mentally strong, just to experience the joy of leaving the stage after entering the stage?

Noam put down his hands: "We are going to wait until night, it is more convenient to sneak through the night. What are your plans next?"

"I originally planned to go 'fishing' alone, but I was held back by His Royal Highness... and I was a little unsure how many 'fishes' were alive." Ai Zhi rolled down his sleeves, "Your Highness Woolen cloth?"

"Me? Oh," Yacintos put down the arrow he was playing with, and said calmly, "I'm going to find the disciples of the remaining great nobles in the field, and I'll shoot it five, six, seven, eight times..."

During the massage before, what he said to Aka in a half-dream and half-awake was not a dream, everyone is the son of the elder, why is Darth the best?It must be that other people are not active in training and have a problem with their attitude.

"..." Noam couldn't help being silent for a moment, "Then now...?"

Yacintos is as steady as an old dog: "There is no rush, wait until the evening, when they get fatter."

In the cave, someone broke dead branches and baked dry food in the open space.This is not easy, because the cave is full of criss-crossing undercurrents, and when Hyacintos filled the water bag with water, there was only one person beside him.

The man looked a little shy, and whispered to Jacintos: "Your Highness also supports the Spartan trade. Noam has already told me about it. Although I don't know if it will be possible, I still want to thank Your Highness. My younger brother...my younger brother is also approaching the age of training, but the family does not have the financial strength for him to train, we were very desperate..."

He didn't say much, thanked him again shortly, and then walked back.

Noam went to Jacintos and squatted down: "Spartan boys start training at the age of seven, and his brother is already six years old. Next year..." He couldn't help sighing softly, "Next year, I can Can't come here alive again, and meet the same group of people today?"

When facing the 50-member Legion before, Noam felt that the trial was very easy.

The arrows shot were not poisoned but drugged, and the soldiers shattered ribs instead of heads.

And when they walked out of this trial field.

When they walk out of the proving ground, they will embark on a road that no one has ever walked before, or tried to walk, but was strangled and annihilated in the long river of history.

If you're lucky, perhaps reforms can sweep away the long night, but it's more likely to be coups, battles... bloody rivers.

What they will face is no longer just a legion of 50 people outside, and they will no longer have the opportunity to hide in the cave.

If they fail, they will be sent to meet Charon, the ferryman of the Styx, without exception. If they succeed, someone will have to sacrifice their lives for this upheaval.

However, he is ready to become a stepping stone in this earth-shaking.

In the cave, someone was muttering in a low voice, and finally it was quiet.

They lay dormant and waited, the longest night gradually descended on Sparta, and endless darkness enveloped Mount Parnon.

Then there was the crackling of flint, and a flash of fire dispelled the darkness, from weak to bright, lighting up everyone's face, jumping in the eyes of the silent contestants.

Hyacinthus touched the raised Λ pattern on the badge on his chest with his fingers, walked out of the cave first, and walked into the night: "Come on, go and win the final victory."

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As night falls, it seems to be approaching the early morning that symbolizes the end, but in fact, night is the real beginning.

The Spartans are good at sneaking. In the darkness, countless undercurrents surge in Mount Parnon.

Hyacinthus had almost just left the cave when he heard the battle above the ravine: [Wait. 】

He gestured behind him, picked up a stone, and threw it in the direction opposite to where the sound came from.

Almost landed on the ground with the stone, Yacintos grabbed the vine with his left arm, and jumped up from the edge of the ravine with the strength of kicking off the wall. The sheath's straight-edged dagger hits the back of the opponent's neck.

"Oh!" The opponent groaned instinctively, his whole body shook, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Others in the cave crawled out of the ravine one after another. Yacintos took out the unlucky man's bag and said, "Who are the friends who said they were willing to help? Let's spread out and don't delay everyone's hunting. Wait." If necessary, I will light a bonfire again. But in order to avoid the legion, I will light the bonfire on the southwest side of the gathering place, the distance is the number I said earlier. Be careful when you come, don't hit the legion directly."

Noam nodded silently, and quickly merged into the night with his companions behind him.

Aizhi whispered: "Didn't Nome's people send a message to say that they found the gang of the Senate? Although they didn't get together, they all wandered on the west side, and the distance between each other was not far away. You can hear them if you shout." There are only two of us, we can only assassinate, and once one of them finds out and spreads the word, we will be besieged."

"Isn't this the basic lesson of training?" Yacintos touched something wet in the bag with his hand, wrinkled his face in disgust, and took it out to have a look, "A bag of freshly crushed herbs, you smell it What is it?"

Ai Zhi's eyes lit up: "Drugs! ——but it's different from the ones painted on the arrows. This kind can at most stun people for a while, but the drugs on the arrows can make you faint until tomorrow."

That's enough, Yacintos was about to put the herb bag into the bag, and when he stuffed it in, he stopped suddenly:

Speaking of which... Ai Zhi was shot by an archer in the legion, but she didn't fall into a coma.

Legion's arrows are not coated.