Mythology: Spiritual Ruler

The next day.

Outside Egario Fortress, the center where the coalition camps of various countries intersect.

In the makeshift meeting room, the king and generals gathered here again.

Noises and arguments arose one after another, and from time to time there was the sound of shields clashing against each other.

It was the heroes of various countries who were wrestling with each other. Since words couldn't tell the difference, they could only use their fists to solve the problem.

For a long time, accompanied by a dull shout, the meeting hall was quiet for a moment, and then the noise returned again.

However, after a while, Odysseus strode out of the side entrance of this temporary building.

There was nothing strange about his expression, as if he just chose to leave because of something temporary.

However, as a friend of Odysseus for many years, Maud, who had been waiting for a long time, saw something was wrong at a glance.

"What, are you hurt?"

As he stepped forward to greet her, Maude looked uncomfortable.

But Odysseus just waved his hand to stop his friend's unreasonable suspicion.

"Nothing... is just a conflict of interest, and it will not develop to this point."

"But I have to say that there are so many heroes in the world, and I am not the only one with extraordinary talents."

He nodded in agreement, knowing that Odysseus probably did suffer a little loss, but he could understand it.

After all, he knew very well how eloquent Odysseus was. When it came to sophistry and strategy, few could match him.

However, this is Khaos. If they cannot gain the upper hand, most people will choose to resort to force.

And at this point, Odysseus really doesn't have the upper hand.

"It doesn't matter...relax, it's just some fruitless arguments anyway, it doesn't matter whether you participate or not."

"Although the Aigario Mountains are not an insurmountable natural danger, if you want to conquer them by force, I'm afraid everyone will have to bring their elites to the table."

"But who is willing? Rather than attacking by force, it is better to wait for the gods' help."

"However, some people are reluctant to make this choice... For example, the king of Mycenae, Agamemnon has the title of leader of the coalition, but has achieved nothing so far. He does not want to just wait for the help of the gods.

"And those stupid Spartans... Other countries have more or less sufficient levies, but they don't have any."

"I feel funny when I think about that tradition that can be called suicide. But what's even funnier is that when everyone thinks that such a style can only be done by worshiping the God of War, who would have thought that they are actually from the Sun? Believers, hahaha..."

Maud couldn't help but laugh out loud, it was a little hard to understand.

The Spartans had a long history of madness, and it was said that they began to eliminate babies when they were first born.

Newborn children would be soaked directly in wine. If they suffered convulsions or died, then the child was not worthy of growing up.

And if they don’t have a healthy enough body, their only end will be death.

As for those who pass the test, it doesn't mean they can sit back and relax. They will be trained as soldiers.

Starting from the age of 7, these children who have just begun to understand the world are taken away from their parents and put into military education.

Whipping, physical fitness, obedience... At the age of 12, before they could leave any offspring, these teenagers were asked to make a living on their own in the wild.

Eventually most people die from it, and only a few survive to adulthood.

Only after such elimination can one be qualified to be recognized by the Spartans and become a real soldier from then on.

Such a cruel system brought out the wildness and strength of every Spartan, but it was inevitably regarded as a laughing stock by some people.

Without the need for outsiders to take action, their own people killed many more of their own people than natural disasters and man-made disasters combined.

Of course, the most inconsistent thing is that compared to Ares, the status of the sun god Apollo in Sparta is actually higher.

Whether it is culture or festivals, he prefers to sacrifice to the sun rather than the God of War who also likes cruel killings.

"Haha... Maude, don't talk nonsense."

"The Spartans are not easy to mess with. If they really come to us, the most I can advise them is to be gentler."

A different smile appeared on the corner of his serious mouth, and Odysseus shook his head.

In fact, to be honest, he didn't really understand the Spartan brain circuit.

After all, isn't population the most valuable asset for a kingdom?

But this was none of his business. Although the Spartans had a small population, no one wanted to provoke them.

What really bothered him at the moment was what happened in the camp just now.

"Okay, Maud, that's not really what I'm worried about."

"Actually, the countries have just reached an agreement."

"The king of Troy relented, and he was actually willing to take on the main attack... Although he also demanded that the countries must show some real strength to wear down the Athenians' defense, this still makes me not understand."

The tone was slow, and that was what Odysseus objected to.

He thought it would be better to wait for the arrival of the gods before launching a real offensive, but the result was not satisfactory.

Because even if the gods come, the real siege still requires the countries to pay a heavy price.

Now that someone is willing to take the lead, there is no reason to refuse.

So Odysseus's idea was refuted on the spot, and some people even laughed at his cowardice on the spot.

So Odysseus simply came out to look around. Since he couldn't change the outcome, he chose to reserve his opinion.

"Troy?"

Maude raised her eyebrows slightly and was a little surprised.

However, the name only flashed through his mind and was then tossed aside.

"I remember you said that the previous king of the Trojans had served the gods. It is not surprising that they now choose to atone for their sins."

"Priam is not a fool after all. Besides, what does what he does have to do with us?"

"..."

"Maybe I'm overthinking it."

"After all, no one can truly see through everything about another person. Perhaps my understanding of the son of Laomedon is indeed a little shallow."

After a moment of silence, Odysseus still felt a little bad, but he couldn't tell what the specific problem was. If it were simply explained as ‘this is not a choice that the king could make’, it would seem a bit too arrogant.

It is up to him to judge what other people will choose.

This is one of the reasons why Odysseus did not continue speaking, but left decisively.

"Okay, that's it, let's go prepare what we need to do."

"A real siege requires more than just the main attack."

Speaking in a deep voice, Odysseus turned around.

The Trojans are willing to be the main force, and they must also cooperate well.

And besides that... he also had to give instructions to his troops.

Regardless of whether there is a problem or not, taking more precautions will never go wrong.

…

"...Hahahahaha..."

"...well said!"

"...Yes, let me tell you, he was probably frightened to death by that lunatic who didn't know where he came from. Now it seems that everyone has to retreat a bit."

"...I have heard of his name. When he was still a prince, his wise name had been circulated for a long time."

"But now it seems that intelligence does not equal courage, and knowledge may not be able to make correct judgments."

"His Majesty Priam is already willing to take on the heavy responsibility, but he is asked to deny it... Could it be that without the blessing of the gods, we really have nothing to do against the Athenians?"

"It's a joke. If we can't get through here, how can we break into Athens, which is even more dangerous?"

"..."

In the hall, people were drinking and drinking.

Odysseus' departure did not affect the atmosphere inside at all. Kings and heroes from all over the world were drinking wine and celebrating their long-lost agreement.

As for Odysseus who left, he naturally became the butt of the conversation and was scorned by others.

After all, there is no shortage of heroic spirited heroes in the world of Khaos. Those who must be cautious in everything will be regarded as a model of cowardice.

"Your Majesty Priam, the bravery of the Trojans really surprises me...but as long as this fortress is successfully breached, you will be the first to win this battle."

"I believe that by then, the gods will also see your devotion and give Troy the due reward."

"...That couldn't be better."

Priam raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.

Sitting on the main seat, Agamemnon finally relaxed a little.

As the king of Mycenae, Agamemnon was not without doubts about this 180-degree change of attitude.

But just thinking about it, he knew it was nothing to worry about.

On the one hand, although Priam did not come here voluntarily, it was precisely because of this that he had the motivation to perform meritorious deeds.

On the other hand, no matter what results he will bring, what does it have to do with him?

If he succeeds, then as the nominal temporary commander of the coalition forces, it will be a reflection of his ability.

If it doesn't work... Anyway, when the gods arrive, it won't be his turn to make the decision, so why should he care about the consequences.

Anyway, the worst outcome wouldn't be too outrageous, unless the Trojans want to betray the Olympus gods...

"Oh."

Thinking of this, Agamemnon shook his head secretly.

This is impossible. After all, there is only one person, Her Highness Athena, the goddess of wisdom.

With such a huge difference in the number of main gods, how could she possibly win?

"Everyone."

Rising from his seat, Agamemnon raised his glass.

The tall, middle-aged king was solemn and majestic at this moment, and he slowly swept over everyone present.

Boosting morale was the last thing he needed to do.

"Everyone, I know...it is no secret that the Athenians are powerful."

"On the contrary, my own men suffered a defeat not long ago."

"He failed to anticipate the tricks of the Athenians and ultimately failed. Our recent sieges have also been unsuccessful...but what I want to say is...it's different now!"

The voice gradually rose, and Agamemnon himself felt a little hot blood.

If the fortress was breached, perhaps he would also put on his armor and mount his horse, trying to capture the newly succeeded king alive.

"A few months ago, we originally belonged to various countries, but on the same morning, the oracles of the gods came to the world."

"Since then, the coalition forces have gathered together and pointed their swords towards the east."

“By comparison, the Athenians’ first king is dead.”

"And their soldiers may be elite, but they are outnumbered and unable to support themselves."

After drinking all the wine in the cup, Agamemnon drew the sword from his waist.

Powerful blood ignited in him, spreading his voice in all directions.

"No matter how you put it, this battle is between countries versus one country, and I have the advantage!"

"As long as you all try your best, the final winner will naturally not have a second choice."

Agamemnon said so, and thought so.

If everyone had not been unwilling to give their all before, how could they have dragged on until today without being able to break the city?

Listening to the shouts outside the tent, Agamemnon slowly sheathed his sword.

Listening to these countless sounds... How many people are defending the city in Athens?

Even if it's ten against one, this time, they will definitely win.