The God of Infinity is invincible

And this slightly admiring expression had another meaning in Aphrodite's eyes. At this moment, the joy in the goddess of love's heart was simply indescribable. She drank the fine wine in the glass in one gulp, and blushed with joy. The combination of her beautiful face and the original charming style formed an indescribable charm, and the gods around were stunned, completely forgetting about Mo Wen.

"Paris, Paris, you are really my baby. I didn't expect you to give me such a big surprise. Even the intervention of the gods can't stop you. Now the impression in Artemis' heart is even deeper. is it?"

Thinking about certain thoughts in her mind, Aphrodite looked at Artemis and then at Mo Wen, her smile became more and more charming.

Unaware that his performance had increased his value and gained more attention from a certain goddess, Mo Wen, who was in the middle of the game, stared at his arrow until the latter was firmly inserted in the center of the bull's-eye. Only then did he let out a sigh of relief.

In that arrow just now, he completely entered another wonderful state. In that state, Mo Wen could even feel all the subtle changes in the air, the tremors caused by the arrow breaking through the air, the movement of the fine dust in the air, and so on. He could feel the falling, every rotation of Hector's arrow, etc., and without thinking, Mo Wen shot a similar arrow as Artemis had done before.

The result is self-evident. Seeing Hector's arrow fly out of the target, and seeing his own arrow hit the bull's-eye, Mo Wen grinned, feeling as if he had eaten ginseng fruit, and his whole body was comfortable, and it was even more delightful. The brow is that the system is also gathering excitement at this time.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the selection of side missions. You will get a chance to draw a special lottery. You can draw a piece of treasure in a targeted manner. The level is random."

"Ding congratulations to the host's archery promotion to the master level, complete the main task [-] growth, get a chance to draw a lottery, and choose skills and treasures immediately"

The two consecutive system prompts not only indicated that Mo Wen was about to make a lot of money, but also that he had more money to save his life in the coming storm.

Of course, although these rewards are precious, they are nothing to Mo Wen, because Hector's expression of astonishment and disbelief in front of him and Priam's expression as if he had eaten a stool not far away It was the gift he wanted most.

"Hector, I won this time"

In front of all the Trojans present, Mo Wen pointed at Hector and shouted loudly without any cover

No.16 Chapter Win?

"Hector, I won this time"

Direct, confident, domineering, Mo Wen's undisguised roar instantly resounded through the audience, everyone was frightened, although everyone knew it was true, but the opposite was the prince of Troy, how dare he

However, Mo Wen didn't care about this, he just stared at Hector closely, occasionally glanced at Priam, with an elusive smile on his mouth, and an inexplicable gleam in his eyes.

While being watched by everyone, Hector was stunned for a moment, then his face turned red all of a sudden, and he clenched his fists unconsciously. No matter how great his achievements are in the future and how open-minded he is, he is now just a Young man, Mo Wen's words that are not humiliating but more than humiliating made him unbearable at all, and he wanted to run over and smash Mo Wen's handsome face with a punch.

It's just that before Hector, whose blood was pouring upwards, made any move, Antenor behind the two jumped up first. At this time, the Trojan elder no longer had the demeanor before, his face was ashen, as if Pointing at Mo Wen like a eunuch, he screamed, "Bold Paris, you dare to offend Prince Hector even if you are a savage, come and take him down for me!"

From full of confidence to the embarrassing trough, and then climbing from the embarrassing trough to the peak of victory, and then being slapped to the ground the moment the final winning ticket is in hand, Mo Wen's series of actions have already driven Antenor crazy, The elder only had Mo Wen in his eyes now, and his only thought was to kill this little bastard. He had completely forgotten about the competition and glory.

However, the dozen or so soldiers behind Antenor did not lose their minds. They hesitated for a while and did not act. Instead, they subconsciously looked at Priam on the high platform. Although they had no political wisdom, these soldiers understood to some extent that What happens to the champion in the sports arena? This is simply provoking the inherent traditional sports fanaticism of Troy citizens, and it is not up to Antenor, an elder, to decide.

Originally, these people thought that His Majesty the King, who has always been kind and magnanimous, would definitely stop Elder Antenor's crazy behavior, but unexpectedly, Priam turned his body backwards as if he hadn't seen the situation at all. Leaning lightly, he turned his head in another direction, as if he was talking to the queen beside him, obviously not intending to interfere in this matter.

The kindness and magnanimity of the past are just gorgeous clothes on the outside, a disguise to rebuild Troy from the ruins. Priam is actually as arrogant and narcissistic as other Greek kings in his bones. Thor's plan to build momentum and embarrass his son in public, if not for his status, Priam would have wished to take action himself, how could he stop Antenor at this time?

Although the wishes and feelings of citizens are very important, they are sometimes the same thing. For a real king, they are all things that can be fooled.

Silence is tacit consent. The soldiers hesitated again and again, and finally they surrounded Mo Wen under the urging of Antenor. The spears formed a half circle and surrounded Mo Wen in the middle. One of the soldiers stepped forward and pointed the spear point Mo Wen shook his head, "Paris, you have offended Prince Hector in public, you should obediently follow us to the dungeon and wait for His Majesty's judgment."

I never expected that things would really turn out like this. The champion who just won the championship was about to be imprisoned. The whole square was in an uproar. The Trojan citizens sitting outside were shouting, pulling their necks to look into the field, watching With the development of the situation.

It's not that they didn't feel sorry and injustice for Mo Wen, but after all, the matter has nothing to do with themselves. No one is willing to go against the will of the elders and the king for Mo Wen, a stranger, and there are even some people who want to please the king. Rolling his eyes, he started yelling loudly, saying something like what Mo Wen deserves for his arrogance.

Ignoring the surrounding noises and the threat from the soldier, Mo Wen didn't take it to heart at all. Looking at the sharp blade close at hand and feeling the cold light from it, he laughed instead.

Maybe there was such a sliver of expectation before, but looking at Priam high above the stands, Antenor jumping up and down there, and the surrounding soldiers staring at him, Mo Wen was relieved. Since it is already doomed not to get something, what else do you want?

Whether it's competition or provocation, it's not just about wanting that man to look at me more, wanting to prove my worth and the other party's mistakes, but since he can't recognize himself at all, what's the point of being stubborn?

Stretching out his hand to grab the piercing spear, Mo Wen kicked at the soldier approaching, "If you want to catch me, it's up to you bastards."

砰

Accompanied by a muffled sound, the soldier who was kicked was kicked into a bow shape, his legs flew off the ground, and a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth uncontrollably. Although Mo Wen is only a level [-] hero now, that is still A hero is completely different from an ordinary person, and his strength is simply not something that a mere soldier can bear.

Looking at the soldiers clutching their stomachs and groaning on the ground, the entire arena suddenly fell into a strange silence, followed by the noise of explosions.

"Do it, that kid actually did it"

"Really, the strength is so great"

"How dare he, this is an enemy of those nobles!"

The residents of Troy opened their eyes excitedly while yelling loudly, looking like they were watching a good show. This kind of rebellious feeling can most stimulate the blood and impulse in their hearts, and it is far better than a boring game.

It's just that Antenor, who is the person involved, obviously doesn't think so. Seeing that Mo Wen dared to resist, his anger grew even higher, "How dare you resist, you wild man, do you know that you are fighting with Troy?" To be an enemy is to provoke the laws of the entire city-state, what are you waiting for, if you don’t arrest him, life or death will matter.”

Antenor spit and splashed stars, and commanded loudly. This time, the soldiers behind him did not hesitate any longer. They raised their spears in their hands and stabbed directly at Mo Wen's hands and feet, obviously intending to destroy the latter directly.

Regardless of the reason, the moment Mo Wen officially confronted the soldiers represented the beginning of an enemy against the ruler of the city-state of Troy, and these soldiers would naturally no longer be polite. This had nothing to do with justice, it was purely a matter of position.

With a sneer, Mo Wen's eyes flashed a look of disdain when facing the weapon that was stabbing straight in front of him. You must know that his first skill to reach master level was not archery, but spearmanship! Fighting to survive in the forest, no? There is always time for you to shoot arrows leisurely. Facing the bloody maws and sharp claws coming out of nowhere, the only thing that can protect yourself is the weapon in your hand

Maintaining the previous posture, Mo Wen swept the spear body with a sweep. After swinging away from the oncoming attack, his body took advantage of the momentum and stepped forward, using one end of the spear handle to hit the other end fiercely. A soldier's chest, at the same time as the latter was knocked down, the spear was withdrawn with force, and it fell back into the hand with a spin behind him. The whole process was unimaginably fast.

Slowly raising the spear, and this time aiming the sharp point at the soldiers in front, Mo Wen said coldly: "If you come again, I will be serious."

Chapter No.17 Fighting alone

In Troy Square, the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

Looking at Mo Wen holding a spear, everyone subconsciously held their breath. Although the two soldiers in front were seriously injured and fell to the ground, they were not dead after all. It could also be explained that it was a fist fight and a fight. If you work with real swords and guns, then today will definitely not be good. No matter what the cause is, if you can't take down this child who dared to resist arrest, Troy will lose all face.

So seeing Mo Wen pointing his spear at himself and the others, even though the soldiers were shocked by the action just now, they still rushed up with roars, stabbing at Mo Wen with the spears in their hands from all directions.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and Mo Wen started to operate the system to draw the lottery for the two tasks, while holding a spear to meet him fiercely.

Since it can no longer be good, then kill it!

Today, he either overturns the entire Troy and kills a bloody path, or he dies here. There is no third way to go!

Showing his identity to Priam and relying on the identity he abandoned to survive has never been an option for Mo Wen!

For some reason, when he was reborn in this world, Mo Wen always felt an invisible hostility lingering in his heart. As long as there was such a one-ten-thousandth possibility of anything, he would never wrong himself. For this reason, he even Bet everything.

The crude spear was like a flash of lightning across the air. Amidst Mo Wen's roar, the two soldiers who charged up first had their throats cut by the tip of the sweeping spear, and fell down clutching their necks. Then the third soldier His face was splattered with blood, and when he was still in a daze, he kicked him over, and he backed up and squeezed onto the other soldiers behind him, causing the entire siege formation to become chaotic.

Although Mo Wen's stature has not yet grown, but his strength and speed are far superior to ordinary soldiers, and his skills are also strong. Dozens of soldiers besieged together, but he grabbed the gap and rushed up, killing them all. A dozen people were brought down in just a few breaths.

However, watching the enemies fall under his spear one by one, and feeling the touch of the weapon piercing into the opponent's body, Mo Wen didn't feel any joy in his heart, because he knew that the real test hadn't begun yet, Troy would never be less heroic If nothing else, at least Hector who is standing not far away is definitely superior to him in force, and his cheap father in the stands is also a hero-level master, and it is time to fight for their lives when they make a move .

While facing the enemy carefully, Mo Wen focused on the system, after all, this was the key to his escape.

"Congratulations to the host for completing the side mission 'Selection', and you will get a chance to draw a special lottery. You can draw a piece of treasure in a targeted manner, and the level is random!"

"The host chooses the summoning treasure, and the treasure is being extracted!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the treasured black water snake!"

black water snake

Grade: A

Category: Anti-Army Noble Phantasm

Strange beasts with ancient bloodlines, giant snakes that have lived for thousands of years, huge bodies and huge spiritual power are all beneficial weapons.

"Ding! Congratulations to host archery for advancing to the master level, completing the main task [-] 'Growth', and getting a chance to draw a lottery. The skills and treasures are randomly selected!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the inherent skill Burning Blood!"

Burning blood: burning one's own blood and even soul in exchange for temporarily powerful power (effect—active, using damage to oneself to enhance the ability value of strength, agility, resistance, and energy, or to enhance the power of destructive treasures .)

Looking at the two reminders that popped up from the system one after another, Mo Wen felt a little relieved. Although neither is the perfect option, it is undoubtedly the most suitable choice for the moment.

You must know that the treasures provided by the system are divided into three categories: weapons, summons, and specials. The former is of little significance to Mo Wen, and even the best weapons cannot function without enough strength, while the latter is too random. There will be purely auxiliary treasures like the Philosopher's Stone obtained before. Mo Wen dare not bet, only summoning is the most suitable for the current situation. A powerful summoning beast will bring Mo Wen more help than his own combat power.The only thing you need to worry about in this choice is the level of the treasure. According to the feedback from the system, the random rewards for the side missions marked with the level are truly random. It is possible to get the top treasure, or some low-level treasures. Unlike the main task, although the type is random, it basically does not differ much from his own level, so Mo Wen is very worried about the final result. The level of the black water snake obtained now is as high as A level, although it is not the top EX level. But enough to be satisfying.

As for the reward skill Burning Blood for the growth of the main quest, although it is a self-harm skill, Mo Wen knows that this skill must be more powerful than ordinary skills, and it is naturally more suitable for this kind of desperate time. I don't know if it is Mo Wen's illusion. He always feels that although the system feels like a machine, the help it provides is often what he wants most, as if it is deliberately arranged. Could it be that he is very important as the host? , doesn't it want to let itself fall easily?

Unable to understand the reason, Mo Wen shook his head and suppressed this thought in his heart. Now is not the time to think about these things, the most important thing is to escape from here first.

Violently, he inserted the spear into the chest of a soldier, then lifted it vigorously, and used it as a hidden weapon to smash at the attackers around him. Mo Wen glanced around from the corner of his eye and found dozens of soldiers besieging him. Unknowingly, most of them have been killed, and there has been a big gap in the entire surrounding circle, while the arch enemy Hector stood aside with a tangled expression, as if unable to let go of the pride in his heart, unwilling to attack him This child, and a little farther away, the crowd outside the square started to commotion. A large number of Trojan soldiers are pushing through the crowd and rushing. If you want to break through, now should be the last time.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Wen lowered his body and prepared to leave in a direction farther away from Hector. Although judging from his feeling, using the treasured black water serpent could probably kill him easily, and turned Troy upside down. It's not difficult, but it's better not to use this kind of hole card. After all, from the beginning, there is always a feeling of being spied on. I'm afraid the eyes of the gods are still paying attention to this place. It's not a good thing to behave too strangely.

However, just as Mo Wen was about to act, a piercing scream suddenly came.

"What the hell are you bastards doing? Don't give it to me! It's just a bastard who doesn't know where it came from. Don't you want to let him run away? You've lost Troy's face!"

Antenor was standing a few meters away from Mowen, waving bronze swords under the protection of several soldiers, yelling, and directing the soldiers who came continuously to besiege Mowen.

"Ding! The side quest 'Revenge' is released: Anyone who humiliates you will have to pay the price. Kill the Trojan elder Antenor before escaping from Troy. The quest reward: a chance to draw a lottery, randomly selected skills and treasures!! "

With reddish eyes, Mo Wen looked at Antenor who was still screaming there, and then at the mission prompt that popped up, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, he turned around and rushed forward.

"If you want me to die, then I'll kill you bastard!"

With his arms tensed, Mo Wen threw the spear out of his hand with all his strength. This crude weapon composed of a bronze spear tip and a wooden spear body drew an arc in the air, and after it penetrated the two After the soldiers, he stopped by rubbing Antenor's ear.

Looking at the spear point close at hand, Antenor was stunned. He never thought that Mo Wen would not think of running away in this situation, but would attack himself, the Trojan elder, and he didn't react at all. But the burning pain in his ear and the blood that kept flowing reminded him that all this was true!

"—Ahhhhh! Help, hurry up, come help me!!!"

Antenor, who came back to his senses, let out a shrill scream, covered his ears, and fled to the side in fear.

Maybe he could still be considered a warrior when Troy was rebuilt, but these years of comfortable life have long since wiped out the remaining blood of Antenor, and the only skills he knows now are those disgusting political struggles and how to please The king is gone.

Mo Wen sneered, picked up a spear on the ground and rushed forward again. This time, there was no one in front of Antenor to shield him, and he could stab the enemy to death with just a little force.

But at this moment, a gust of wind surged behind Mo Wen's head, as if something was flying towards him, and it was accompanied by an extremely loud roar.

"Enough, stop it!"

Chapter 18 Versus Hector

Seeing that Antenor was about to die under Mo Wen's spear, Hector finally couldn't stand it anymore. If Mo Wen killed the elder in front of everyone, Troy would really lose face. The soldier beside him grabbed a spear in his hand, and he threw it at Mo Wen with a roar.

The spear pierced through the air, bringing a terrifying scream. Mo Wen had no choice but to give up Antenor, and turned around to hit Hector's throwing spear with the spear in his hand.

boom!

With a muffled sound, Mo Wen smashed the spear into the air, but he took a few steps back uncontrollably. The hero level was at least level three, and Hector was far ahead of him in terms of strength.

"Stop it, Paris! If you get caught now, I can guarantee you a fair trial!"

After receiving the spear and shield handed over by another soldier, Hector said loudly, while slowly walking towards Mo Wen. His sturdy body was like a tiger like a lion, exuding an indescribable sense of oppression.

Mo Wen sneered, stomped one foot on the ground, picked up a shield, held it in his hand, and silently assumed a posture of bowing and attacking.

They have already fought to this point, let him be caught without a fight, how is this possible?

Seeing this, Hector sighed lightly. If possible, he really didn't want to make a move. After all, whether it is bullying the small by the big or losing the game, it is not a good reputation to shoot at the opponent, but things have developed to this point. As the first hero of Troy's younger generation, he was the only one who could stop Mo Wen.

With one leg bent forward and slightly arched, the shield across his chest, and the spear resting on top of the shield, Hector also assumed an offensive posture.

In Troy Square, the dazzling sun shines on the white floor tiles, giving off a somewhat dazzling luster, and the air seems to become hot. A little breeze blows, not only does not bring a cool feeling, but makes people feel hotter and hotter.

The entire arena gradually became quiet at some point. Soldiers coming from all directions surrounded the place. The citizens stood behind the well-armed soldiers and looked at the two confronting two people in the arena with their necks drawn. Curious and excited, his face flushed slightly because of anticipation. After all, no matter what the result is, the next battle will undoubtedly be attractive enough. Even Antenor, who was terrified by Mo Wen, hid behind a few soldiers. Behind him, he covered his ears and stopped to watch, without intending to interfere.

Then, under the attention of King Priam, Queen Hecuba, and half of the Troy residents, Mo Wen and Hector shouted at the same time and rushed towards each other.

boom!

Like mad cows with two horns, the two collided, and the shields in their hands squeezed and collided with each other, bringing up clusters of sparks.

With a slight change in his face, Mo Wen felt an irresistible force coming from his arm. Although he used some techniques to unload the force, Hector's strength was beyond his imagination, and he could barely stand in a stalemate. In a few seconds, Mo Wen was pushed back and his posture was slightly deformed.

A gleam of coldness flashed in his eyes, and upon seeing this, Mo Wen simply let go of the shield-holding left arm. While retreating, the spear in his right hand stabbed Hector's thigh outside the shield. Steady and ruthless, the entire spear looked as if it had grown an extra length, causing the audience outside the venue to scream.

It's just that Hector is not a vegetarian. Although the actual combat experience may be a little worse than that of a savage like Mo Wen who hangs around in the jungle all day long, his martial arts has also been taught by famous teachers since he was a child, and his foundation is very solid. It is just an adjustment After adjusting the angle of the shield, he used the edge of the shield to knock Mo Wen's attack away without any risk. Not only that, he also exerted force with his other hand outside the shield, making the spear resting on the shield blatantly blown away. Moving out, it pierced Mo Wen's shield hard like a heavy hammer.

clang!

Accompanied by a crisp sound, Mo Wen, who was caught off guard, was knocked back a few steps, while Hector kept his shield posture, stepped forward, and continued to bombard Mo Wen with his spear. smell the shield.

Because of the absolute gap in strength, Mo Wen, who hadn't adjusted yet, was beaten back and forth, staggering back and forth. At the same time, because of the shaking of his arms, there were flaws in his shield-holding posture, and he almost defended himself several times. I can't help my body.

"damn it!"

Mo Wen could tell at a glance that Hector was using a standard battle formation martial art. Although he lacked dexterity, he brought his strength advantage to the extreme, making it impossible for him to use his martial art at all. If he continued like this, he would be caught by the opponent sooner or later. The flaw is fatal in one blow.

Gritting his teeth hard, Mo Wen, who knew he couldn't delay any longer, decisively let go of the shield in his hand when Hector's spear attacked again, and at the same time the shield was knocked into the air, he leaped forward, At an unimaginable speed, he circled around Hector's side, circumvented the defense of the shield, and stabbed fiercely with his spear.

Since strength is insufficient, use speed and skill to make up for it! !

"what?!"

This time it was Hector who was taken aback. In the martial arts courses he received since he was a child, the Troy prince has been instilled in the importance of the shield, which is the last barrier to protect himself. Unless it is the last moment, otherwise it is You must not give up, because in the ancient Greek battlefield that lacks protection, a random cold arrow without shield protection may take your life away.

This is the difference between Ye Luzi and Keban's background. Facing Mo Wen's unreasonable moves, Hector had no time to adjust, and a long wound was drawn directly on the arm holding the spear.

Unexpectedly, Hector, who was still gaining the upper hand, would be injured in an instant, and the audience was in an uproar. The citizens who regarded Hector as the strongest hero of Troy couldn't believe their eyes. It would actually be hurt in the hands of a child who was much younger than him!King Priam even stood up, staring at the battlefield, the veins in his hands were bulging.

"Oh, no, Hector, my son! You are the best, and I believe you will win the final victory!"