spartan ancestor

It wasn't just the father alone. The mercenary shouted loudly, and the little nobles nearby could hear him clearly.

It was hard to say which of the reasons given by the mercenaries would shake them more. In short, after a moment of hesitation, a small group of nobles turned their swords to face their original companions.

The other mercenaries noticed the situation here, and they all cheered up, and followed suit to find their father.

In the defensive circle formed by noble soldiers.

Old Kesang was riding on the horse, watching those mercenaries yelling and yelling, really splitting up part of his own troops: "Damn it..."

He scolded halfway, and suddenly he didn't know what to scold.

He opened his eyes slightly, staring at the troops pouring in from the gate of the Acropolis, feeling that everything in front of him was unreal.

Sparta...is there so many people?

An untimely question suddenly popped up in his mind.

But he was really confused, he looked around in a daze, all he could see was the enemy army, and the soldiers surrounding him were like a drop in the bucket, they had completely changed from the attacking side to the defensive side , like a jellyfish, involuntarily pushed by the waves.

His arm was grabbed by someone, and he didn't realize that it was his companion who was pulling him off the horse, and was about to abandon the horse and retreat.

"Don't be in a daze!" The companion yelled, "Let's go! Back to the Senate, where are the old Tidaliuses imprisoned? We use them as hostages, and we can still find a chance to turn things around, at least escape from Sparta! "

escape?Old Kesang slid down from the saddle, was dragged and staggered a few steps, thinking in confusion, how could it be escape?

For today, they have designed so many plans with one ring after another. For this war, they have planned for a long time, and they should be foolproof. They clearly had the upper hand before, so why have they turned into fleeing now?Why does it seem that in the blink of an eye, it seems that the whole world is against him?

It shouldn't be...it shouldn't be, he was obviously chosen by the gods, and the God of West Wind personally spoke the oracle, so shouldn't he be the winner of this war?

Shouldn't he use this war to wash away his past of repeated defeats in one fell swoop?

Shouldn't he, lead Sparta to glory?

He ran in the rain in a daze, as if dreaming back to the time when he was beaten and defeated on the battlefield.Those memories of past failures flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, separating him from the real world, until he heard his companions sternly shouting: "Stop! Don't come close, or we will kill these people!"

Hyacinthus and Oss had already met in the fight. At this time, they were riding horses and leading the army to chase all the way to the Senate. Just as they were about to launch an attack order, they saw the old Xan suddenly step aside, revealing the original The old Xang and the elders who were protected in the center.

Old Kesang looked as if he had lost his soul, his eyes were loose.Cleo was beside him, dragged by a senator, howling in pain—his leg had been accidentally trampled off in the retreat, twisted at an abnormal angle.

Compared with these two unreliable royal father and son, the elders are still conscientious.

Each of them is holding an old companion hostage, and the one standing closest to old Xang is holding old Tiedalie: "Don't move! Don't move! You don't want these comrades who have made great achievements in the war!" , died in such an infamous way? I want you to step back immediately and prepare ten horses for us, and we will let them go after we leave Sparta."

Old Tiedale turned his head vigorously: "Speech!"

"Do you think you can get out of Sparta alive?" Oss's face was frosty. He took out a stack of letters from his arms and slammed them on the marble floor in front of the Senate. Your own selfishness caused civil strife in Sparta, and the evidence of your decades of drilling is here!"

"Then what's the matter!" Old Xan suddenly broke out, his hoarse voice piercing through the rain, "I'm here to maintain the tradition of Sparta! Could it be that I just sat and watched Sparta fall into the hands of you, a deviant freak?!"

Yacintos interrupted without waiting for Old Kesang to finish expressing his feelings: "Why don't you be more generous? Just say that you are protecting the interests you have acquired."

If we really want to talk about maintaining traditions, the old Tietarius can be said to be the most rigid person Jacintos has ever met, but he has never seen the old Titus initiating a war.

Even after talking with his grandson about the proving grounds, the old Tiedale no longer attacked Jacintos' affirmative action views, which was basically equivalent to the default attitude for the old Tiedale up.

Of course, this is not because of doting on his grandson, but the words of the little Tiedale really provided the old Tiedale with a new way of thinking, making him willing to think about the various political opinions expressed by Yacintos, and finally felt hesitantly, it seemed that Yacintos The way Toth said is indeed conducive to the development of Sparta.

For the group of old Tidallie, maintaining tradition is just a means, and the fundamental purpose is for the prosperity of Sparta. If the original means have hindered the development of Sparta, then it seems that breaking and building is the only way. s Choice.

It was precisely because he put the interests of the city-state above everything else that Old Tiedale made such a change, while Old Xan was just the opposite. He put his own interests above the interests of the Spartan city-state, so Only then did we resolutely want to "maintain the tradition".

Hyacinthus smiled sarcastically: "If you really say that you are a staunch supporter of tradition, why do you still want to strangle our Argiade family and become the tyrant who monopolizes the power of Sparta?"

"..." Old Kesang pouted, "Then what are you going to do now? Don't you still want to kill us and make your Yagiadees the tyrants! I am the patriarch of the Oripontides family , the one of the two kings of Sparta—”

He lowered his head slowly.

An iron arrow pierced his chest and pierced his heart.

On the top of the Senate Hall, little Tidalius put down the arrow in his hand with a sullen face: "We don't need a king who will trample on the dignity of soldiers and tarnish the honor of Sparta."

It wasn't the only silver light that shot at Old Kesang just now. Around Tiedalie, several young elder sons emerged one after another. Even Bonnie, who was dismissive of half-breeds in the proving ground, was there.

At this time, their elders didn't care about the behavior of angering them. Even though the muscles and bones of their limbs were broken, they still exerted all their strength at the first time and took the opportunity to break free from the enemy's hold. A red hurricane swept into the arena, and the red cloak fluttered in the air as it turned.

Accompanied by the hand-to-hand combat between Hyacinthus and the others and the elders, the two armies that were originally at odds confronted each other again.

On the snow-white marble floor, the color of blood was winding, Oss snatched the enemy's ax with his bare hands, and before the enemy had a chance to resist, the dagger stabbed by Hyacinthus kissed his throat.

The warm blood and the flying red cloak dyed people's eyes red, until the last enemy was hit by Oss's axe, and his body fell stiffly to the ground.

"—Woo!" Cleo bounced suddenly on the red marble floor.

He scrambled forward, grabbing a fallen short sword, but not trying to stab Hyacinthus, or any of his enemies.

Instead, he couldn't bear the fear of facing the enemy alone, so he stabbed the short sword into his chest.

"—"

The rain stopped at some point, and the humming of the Alos pipe came to everyone's ears clearly.

After losing their leader, the noble soldiers were routed, and the foreign mercenaries who had sneaked into the army suddenly turned around and tried to escape, but the Spartan soldiers had always been good at sneaking and chasing, and the wailing of the mercenaries could be heard every moment.

Neither Jacintos nor Oss stopped. They got on their horses, jumped over the walking army, and chased the mercenaries who were the most peripheral and the easiest to escape.

Although these are considered poor bandits, they still chase after them if they can. Oss locked on a target, clamped his horse's belly with his straight and powerful legs, and signaled Hyacinthus to split into two groups, and then chased the one who was going to Mount Parnon. The fleeing enemy.

When Hyacinthus turned his horse's head and ran towards the other side of the Acropolis, he glanced across the battlefield from the corner of his eye.

A familiar white figure just sat on the horse and fell sideways, knocked down three fleeing mercenaries with a long whip that he snatched from nowhere, and then sat up straight and turned back with his strong waist and abdomen.

Yacintos was slightly distracted by this, and whistled in the direction of A-Ka.

"Oh!"

The bay red horse raised its front hooves suddenly, Yacintos quickly reined in the reins, and looked at the unlucky ghost who was knocked down by the horse: "—— Neliu?"

Beside the horse's hooves, the figure lying sideways on the ground trembled, revealing a section of blond hair and a pair of blue eyes filled with fearful tears from under the dusty cloak: "Cough, cough, cough!"

To be honest, if he hadn't bumped into Neliu here, Yacintos would have almost forgotten about this insignificant youngest son of the Oripontide family.

Mainly because of the attitudes of old Xan and Cleo, who also acted as if they were dead, and the Oripontide family would be finished.

"Are you all right?" Yacintos got off his horse and looked down at Neliu's rucksack scattered on the ground.

It was obviously taken from a quilt, but what was wrapped inside was not any expensive things, but a few knots of wood, as well as light, small hammers and chisels that looked like they were used by Neliu who had little strength.

These sundries are second to none, Yacintos withdrew his eyes, took a few steps towards Neliu, and stretched out his hand to help the little patient who was coughing heart-piercingly on the ground: "I—"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh? The little prince Pontide called himself dead here.

After a short while, the scream turned into a cough, which made Neliu's thin body tremble.

Hyacinthus had no choice but to take the next best thing and wanted to help pick up the scattered packages: "I—"

"Ah!!!" Neliu screamed again as if a switch had been poked.

For the sake of his ears and Neliu's life, Yacintos had to stand up, raised his hands to show harmlessness, and took two steps back: "I won't touch it, okay? Don't be afraid, I didn't hurt you the meaning of."

"What's going on?" Aka came on a black horse, frowned and looked at Neliu.

Yacintos was a little helpless, looked at Aka and shrugged: "I blame some people for their excellent riding skills. I accidentally bumped into someone while I was whistling."

Aka: "..."

You hit someone on a horse and blame me?