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The dance of battle continued until, after several hours, it was finally coming to an end.

"That's enough for today, Prince of Troy."

Ajax, covered in blood, saw that it was too late, so he put down his weapon. Hector, who was almost exhausted, nodded with difficulty and also let go of his weapon.

If the battle continues, Hector may be defeated here, and he will be defeated by Daeas, because he is only a mortal, while Daeas is a hero from mythology.

This was never fair, but Hector knew that there was no fairness on the battlefield. Just like the enemies killed by these good weapons he said, they never sought fairness from themselves.

Without the armor Xia Lang forged for him, Hector would not be his opponent. Even with the armor and equipment, all he could do was to deal with the opponent.

Knowing this, although Hector felt extremely bitter, he had no choice but to accept it.

Standing up from the beach, he licked his dry lips due to lack of water, took a deep breath, straightened his tired and painful body, and walked towards Ajax the Great, towards this mythical hero who transcended humanity.

"You are a brave man."

Hector's voice was hoarse, and his disabled arm was hanging down almost as if it was broken. Even the good one was shaking constantly.

Daeas held Hector's hand and smiled heartily. He respected the prince in front of him. Although he was not as powerful as the Greek heroes, he had fearless courage.

"You are also a brave warrior." Hector said hoarsely

"If Greece were full of heroes like you, perhaps we wouldn't be able to win this war."

"Greece...this Greece doesn't have so many warriors."

Ajax the Great gazed into Hector's eyes and suddenly said:

Hector showed a puzzled expression. He didn't understand what Ajax the Great was saying, but why... he could feel a faint throbbing?

Xia Lang's hands tightly grasped the masonry of the city wall, almost pressing his hands into it. Hector's survival made him feel relieved, but he began to think about how to achieve a real victory and how to keep the Trojans alive.

He was not afraid of Darias, but more heroes on the Greek side, and those gods that might exist...

The dark sky brought him unprecedented pressure. Who would be the one to defeat him today? Who would be the one to defeat him tomorrow? How many unexpected events would change the outcome of this war?

Perhaps, he still needs stronger equipment, real weapons and equipment that can compete with these heroes.

Xia Lang was already prepared. When Hector returned, he would arm the greatest warrior of Troy with weapons to fight against these so-called heroes.

Ajax the Great and Hector wanted to exchange tokens of respect, but at this moment, a wonderful moon-white arrow suddenly shot out from the darkness.

An owl's sharp and shrill scream was heard in the dark sky. Xia Lang, who was thinking, raised his head abruptly and suddenly felt his scalp was numb as if it was being pulled wildly!

"Be careful!!!"

He issued a sharp warning, but the arrow was much faster than his voice.

"!!!"

With his eyes wide open, Hector immediately wanted to use the short spear in his hand to block the arrow! However, this moon-white arrow seemed to have some strange magic power and easily broke the short spear in half.

When Xia Lang saw Hector fall down with his hands covering his bleeding neck, his mouth opened wide and his mind went blank.

"You can't do this!!!"

Daias roared angrily at the dark warship behind him, but he seemed to be summoned by something. He was angry but could only roar.

"This is not an honor, this is an insult to me, an insult!!!"

Ajax the Great was very angry, and he seemed to be unaware of this. He had already shaken hands with his enemy, but he gave such a shameless sneak attack, which tarnished his battlefield and even his glory.

However, no matter how angry he was, he seemed unable to break free from something.

"Ah! Damn it, damn it!"

He roared and showed an extremely guilty expression towards Hector who fell in front of him.

The guards nearby quickly helped the prince up. Every Trojan looked at Daeas angrily, denouncing his meanness and shamelessness! But Daeas only had a look of shame, and then fled the battlefield without looking back.

"Hector!!!"

The soldiers escorted the seriously injured Hector back to the city. Xia Lang came to him almost immediately. Facing the seriously injured Hector, he anxiously wanted to stop the bleeding for him. However, Hector, with a pale face, just grabbed Xia Lang's palm, his eyes almost popped out, and said in a weak voice

"Go, go, take them...go!"

Xia Lang looked at the prince in front of him who was holding his hand tightly, looked at his face whose color had quickly faded, looked at the moon-white arrow on his neck that was gradually turning into light and dissipating, looked at... the disappearing hero.

"Fuck you, I told you not to listen to my advice, fuck you..."

Xia Lang cursed, but he also gritted his teeth and listened to Hector's last words.

"We can't win... You shouldn't be here, this is our ending... Thank you."

Hector murmured in a low voice, his gradually cloudy eyes staring at Xia Lang, but he seemed to see something through him, and his voice became lower and lower.

"My friends... take them away, take them away, take them away from here."

The light in his eyes gradually faded, and as his pupils completely dilated, his hands fell down, and he died while murmuring his wife's name.

"I'm sorry, Andromache..."

Xia Lang closed his eyes, his hands trembling slightly. Hector was dead. The prince of Troy, also the strongest hero of Troy, died at the beginning of the war.

Fate was running wildly in the direction of being completely off track, and Xia Lang suddenly thought of what Odysseus said when he appeared in front of him that night.

He shouldn't be here. His intervention will change the nature of your war, and he will pay the price.

Is this the change in the nature of the war? Because of his intervention, the war that was originally a war among mortals has now also caused heroes who should not have appeared here to join the battle?

The Trojan soldiers around him cried bitterly, but Xia Lang could not shed a single tear, and even his trembling hands gradually returned to normal.

He was not given the time or opportunity to grieve... Changes must be made. This war can no longer be fought with the goal of 'victory'.

Whether he wanted it or not, his change had already taken place, and perhaps the changes brought about by the Olympian gods in response to his change had also occurred.

It was as if he had entered an arms race, and once he had started, there was no possibility of retreat. Hector's death...had drawn the line.

He couldn't quit, and...he didn't want to quit.

Xia Lang slowly opened his eyes. He felt something passing through Hector's arm into his body, bringing a wonderful feeling.

He grasped Hector's broken spear. He had no time, no time to waste.

Rest in peace, my friend, Prince Hector.

But I will be here and fight until the last moment I can.

"…Take Hector with you and let's go back."

Xia Lang turned around, holding his short spear tightly, and said in a deep voice to these confused and sad Trojan soldiers:

"Go back... go back to your homes!"

"Go protect her, protect your mother, protect...Troy!"

Volume 96: Xia Lang's Various Time Travels: Chapter 93 . [Troy] God's Battle Clothes·Fenrir

Hector is dead

He should not have died here. In Homer's epic, Hector should have been the invincible hero of Troy. No warrior could block Hector's spear until he met his destined nemesis, Achilles.

But now, the prince of Troy died meaninglessly in a duel with Ajax the Great.

Because of a hidden arrow, because of a sneak attack, because of a duel that should have been just.

But it is meaningless to tell everything, because Hector's death has completely tilted the balance of the war towards Greece.

Xia Lang did not stay here. That night, he returned to Tyrion with Hector's body.

But Hector's soldiers were unwilling to leave. They insisted on guarding the walls of Thebes, surrounding their Troy, their mothers and families.

So, they met destruction.

At dawn, Ajax the Great led his warriors to attack. Although the Trojan soldiers fought desperately, Thebes was still completely conquered.

Then, the soldiers in the city were greeted by a brutal massacre.

The Mycenaean soldiers who came with Ajax the Great broke through the ruined city walls. Ajax the Great did not take action, but the ruined city could no longer resist these jackals.

They tortured the Trojans to death, humiliated their bodies, and cut off their heads and impaled them on spears.

They urinated on the corpses of their warriors, they looted the cities, carved insults on the bodies of their soldiers and threw them into the fire.

And this is just the beginning.

In addition to Thebes, there were still some local civilians on the island of Boeotia who did not have time to evacuate. These civilians hiding in the countryside could not escape the revenge of the Greeks.

The Mycenaean soldiers were like a pack of greedy wolves, seeking revenge for whatever they could, and unleashing violence in the name of their Golden King.

They raped every woman they saw, whether she was an old woman or a little girl.

They killed all the males they saw, cut off their heads and cursed them for their actions to fall forever into the depths of the Styx.

They drowned their infants, dunked the innocent children in the sea, watched them die, and let the currents carry them to Poseidon's palace.

They took away all the wealth and destroyed every trace of Troy's existence.

They even broke into the temple of Apollo and destroyed and took away the gold-plated statues.

And the gods seemed not to have seen all this from beginning to end, and remained silent.

Watching these humans carry out their beastly acts in the name of the greatness of gods and the glory of so-called heroes.

And such a victory is only the beginning of the victory of the entire situation.

With the fall of Thebes, all the island city-states along the coast of Troy were completely captured, and the Trojans completely lost their control of the sea.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of warships began to attack, carrying the so-called Greek warriors and heroes, to plunder all the villages and islands along the coast of Troy.

Those who failed to escape were killed or enslaved, and their wealth was confiscated.

The Trojan soldiers were not helpless. Carrying the elite weapons forged for them by Xia Lang, they were always able to inflict thunder-like blows on these shameless bandits!

But soon, they will be defeated and killed by those extraordinary "heroes".

This is no longer a war between mortals.

The descendants of God proudly displayed their invincible power, burned everything forged by mortals, and stepped on their heads to declare the greatness of God's power.

All men must die, and all men must be served.

……

There was a gloomy atmosphere in the city of Tyrion.

When Xia Lang returned here with Hector's coffin, the whole city of Tyrion was crying.

Weeping for their prince, weeping for the defeat of Troy, weeping for the sudden massacre.

Hector, brave Hector, and all the warriors who sacrificed their lives to protect their families and country.

Xia Lang said nothing, but pushed Hector's coffin all the way through the city of Tyrion.

He was bombarded with countless gazes, some were angry, some were questioning, some were sad, and some were empty.

These people had believed so much in Xia Lang, believing that he would bring them great victory. But in the blink of an eye, they were met with such a tragic defeat.

Even their beloved prince died at the hands of the enemy.

No matter how much trust there was in the past, the doubts and even hostility that arise after the collapse of this trust will inevitably be profound.

Xia Lang...endured all this in silence.

Hector was not only a prince loved by the Trojans, but also his friend. Even though he knew that their friendship was not destined to last long, he still admired this hero who loved his family and protected his country.

His death was a mistake. He might have an end that fate could not stop, but it should not be here, not now.

It is not right to die without any honour and without having accomplished anything great.

If it weren't for me, perhaps Hector would have died in the final battle with Achilles ten years later, instead of now?

Soon, Xia Lang returned to the palace with Hector with a heavy heart.

The old king staggered to his son's body, and his old, wrinkled hands trembled as he stroked Hector's face, as if he couldn't believe that his son had died like this.

He lowered his head slowly without crying. A person in extreme sorrow is unable to shed tears.

"Hector, it's my fault, it's all my fault..."

The king held his son's hand tightly, thinking of the child who had followed in his footsteps, and sobbed softly.

And right beside them, Chryseis and Hector's wife Andromache both covered their mouths and burst into tears.

Xia Lang said nothing, just stood there and endured the blow from his conscience.