Ares, God of War

Lorion said with some anxiety.

"You read it wrong." His two companions patted him on the back and laughed loudly: "You should be too tired, drink some wine, eat something, and then go to the mermaid beauty for a night of fun, Everything will be fine."

"Maybe I should go to the sage or the king to explain the situation..."

Lorion muttered softly.

"What the hell, why don't you bother these two, okay?" His companion scolded, "I just saw that the commander-in-chief has entered the tent with the leading mermaid dancer, go find him now, Isn't that courting death? Drink and drink! Don't think about what you have."

After thinking about it, Lorion could only continue to sit here. After all, if he interfered with the good affairs of the royal family, he would really be killed by their commander.

So he raised his wine glass, ready to drink some wine as his two companions said, and go to see if he can find an affair later, but just when his lips touched the surface of the wine, He suddenly heard a slight but distinct sound in his ears.

dong dong.

"what!"

Lorion was already scared in his heart, so after hearing this voice, he was frightened and stood up.

"What are you doing? You were taken aback."

His two companions looked at him drunkenly, with dissatisfaction in their eyes.

"I won't drink anymore, our supplies have been moved."

Lorion was going to inform the sage and the commander, but he stopped abruptly when he remembered what his companion had said just now:

"I'll go to the tent to see what's in those barrels."

After finishing speaking, he put down his wine glass, picked up a dagger, and walked into the tent where supplies were stored.

"Oh, what a coward."

His two companions turned their heads in disdain:

"Come on, leave him alone, let's continue drinking."

However, just as they raised their wine glasses again, suddenly, two black shadows shot out directly from the tent where the Athenians' supplies were stored, and the two Atlantean warriors with their backs to the tent were completely out of control. Unaware of this situation, when the two black shadows penetrated their necks from the back of their necks, the two Atlanteans still maintained drunken smiles on their faces.

Their necks were pierced by two sharp spears, and then Thanadus quietly took their souls and went to Hades' domain.

With two plops, the bodies of the two Atlanteans fell to the ground. After a while, another headless corpse was thrown out of the tent. Then, inside the tent, there was a group of muscular bodies, wearing The brother in the Spartan helmet walked out first, and two of them walked up to the two corpses, then reached out and pulled out the spear that stabbed the two Atlanteans to death, and then the leading commander turned his head , and said to the tent:

"Okay, then, as we told you before, start to behave, as long as you kill an Atlantean on the battlefield, one of your compatriots will gain the rights of a Spartan citizen, start Bar!"

After his words fell, a gust of cold wind blew up the curtain of the huge tent, revealing the scene inside the tent.

In the pitch-black tent, apart from the Spartan warriors, there was also a group of people wearing armor and holding swords and shields, all of them had the marks of slaves on their bodies.

They are the Pelasgians, slaves bought by the Spartans from the Athenians, and followers of the three Gorgon sisters.

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Chapter 47. Don't be afraid, there are only one hundred and fifty of them

Tonight is destined to become a nightmare that haunts many Atlanteans for the rest of their lives.

In the first half of the night, they successfully attacked the Athenian camp, defeated the Athenians, and won a hearty victory. The Sea God personally praised their military exploits, and even sent fine wine, food and beauties to celebrate their victory feast.

In the second half of the night, when their celebration banquet was in full swing, most of the people were drunk, and many Atlanteans had even got into the tent with the mermaid dancers, all Atlanta The Tees people suddenly heard a terrible roar in their ears.

"For—Sparta!!"

The roar resounded through the night sky, as if a group of terrifying giants from the abyss of Tartarus were attacking. After hearing this sound, many Atlanteans who were still conscious were awakened. And those friends who were "doing business" were even more frightened and trembled. If they could survive, they might suffer some unspeakable illness.

Accompanied by this roar, the people of Atlantis saw a group of Spartan men wearing red cloaks and holding spears and round shields, rushing out from the area where they used to store the supplies of the Athenians. Differently attacked all living creatures along the way, whether they were Atlanteans, sea tribes, or mermaids, they were all in front of these mad dogs of the god of war for a while, and there were no casualties.

Hearing the noise, the Atlantean commander who was discussing several billion business with the leader of the mermaid dancers also rushed out. He didn't even have time to put on his armor, and ran out with only a pair of underpants on. Seeing those red-cloaked brothers who were rushing wantonly in the banquet hall and mercilessly taking their lives with their spears, the commander of the Atlanteans was stunned.

"Spartans? Why?"

But it was too late for him to think about the situation. The leader of the Atlanteans quickly raised his sword and loudly organized the Atlanteans who were already in a mess.

"Don't be afraid! People of Poseidon, there are only one hundred and fifty of them! Take up your weapons and send them to Hades!"

Hearing his voice, the people of Atlantis, who were in a panic, seemed to have found their backbone, and some of them finally started to take up weapons, trying to resist these ferocious Spartans.

However, the cruel facts followed one after another. Just after the Atlantean commanders shouted "they only have one hundred and fifty people", a large group of people suddenly rushed out from the material warehouse in Athens. Gang of people, although they are not Spartans, but they also have fierce eyes and full of fighting spirit, and their number may add up to four or five hundred people.

These people wore armor and held swords, followed the Spartans, and soon joined the battle, killing everyone in Atlantis. Although their fighting skills were far inferior to those of the Spartans, they still Revealing an aura of fearlessness, the people of Atlantis have seen someone stabbed in the chest several times, and they have to risk their lives to chop their knives on the head of the enemy in front of them more than once.

Seeing these hungry wolf-like enemies pounced on them, the Atlanteans who had not yet completed their army could not resist at all. In the end, only a small number of soldiers took all their weapons and followed behind the Atlantean commander. Desperately trying to delay the footsteps of the Spartans and Pelasgians, and buy time for the friendly forces who have not had time to figure out the situation.

Unfortunately, in the process, the Atlantean commander was targeted by the Spartan commander.

"Whoosh!"