Virus Throne

A streak of white appeared on the horizon, and the morning sun slowly climbed up from the sea level to the sky.

Achilles stood on the huge reef all night. Although he had been looking at the blue Aegean Sea, his whole mind was on the Greek coalition camp.

Cross did not come back to drink with him as agreed, and he must have participated in the battle.

At midnight, the Trojan army launched a surprise attack on the Greek coalition camp.

Countless huge stones burning with flames fell on the coalition camp like meteorites from the sky.

From such a distance, he could hear the screams and wails of countless Greek warriors who died.

His heart seemed to be pinched by someone, but he was too proud and would never compromise with Agamemnon because of a temporary defeat in the battle.

Dozens of Greek heroes were in the camp over there, and even if they suffered a little damage, it should not be a big deal.

But the Greek warriors had just suffered a heavy blow, and he and Cross had to leave the battlefield, which made him feel a little fluctuating.

Thinking of Cross, he was slightly puzzled. Cross seemed a little strange today and said a lot of strange things, which was not like Cross in normal times.

Maybe he was worried about himself?

Achilles smiled slightly. This stupid guy, he was so stupid that he had to help Mene, but he still persuaded him to return to Greece.

Although Achilles was smiling, the smile in the morning light became more and more bitter.

The more he thought of Cross, the more flustered he became.

Although he was attacked, Cross should be fine.

He should be worried, although he also knew that Cross was actually very powerful.

There were dozens of Greek heroes in the camp, Agamemnon, Odysseus, Phoenix, Ajax...

These people were powerful enough to make the earth tremble. The gods could not control the will of Greek heroes, let alone the Trojans.

I wonder who led the army to attack in Troy?

Hector?

Pandarus?

Aeneas?

Paris?

Paris certainly couldn't do that. He was a treacherous and cunning coward. He could only hide behind the city walls and women and tremble.

Cross didn't come back, and Antilochus didn't come either.

It seemed that the coalition forces repelled the Trojans, or the Trojans took the initiative to retreat?

The fighting and shouting over there became weaker and weaker. When the sky gradually brightened, the blazing flames in the camp had been extinguished. Only billowing smoke, a mess, countless corpses and broken armor were left.

Many people suddenly appeared in the direction of the camp and were walking towards this side.

These people walked very heavily, as if they had suffered a great blow.

Could it be that Agamemnon finally realized his stupidity and wanted to surrender to me?

What if he knelt down and asked for my forgiveness, hoping that I could help the coalition forces conquer Troy?

I promised Cross that I would take him back to Greece. Should I break my promise to Cross?

Well...

That won't work!

Cross is my true friend, even Antilochus can't do that.

I am willing to give up conquering Troy and accepting Agamemnon's apology for his wish.

Well!

It's a happy decision. Even if Agamemnon kneels in front of me, I won't fight for him.

Achilles didn't take the prophecy of the gods to heart.

The reason why he didn't want to participate in the war was entirely because Agamemnon's arrogance and stupidity completely angered him.

The reason why he wanted to leave was simply because his best friend Cross wanted to go home.

Achilles raised his head and looked at the dark crowd coming over with contempt, like a proud god.

But why was his heart getting more and more panicked?

It was indeed Agamemnon who was walking in the front. He looked a little embarrassed, with injuries on his body, and his face was so gloomy that water droplets were about to condense.

Not only was he unhappy, his expression seemed as sad as if someone had died at home.

Who died?

Achilles had a huge question in his heart, and there was a faint sense of foreboding.

It shouldn't be?

Definitely not!

There are dozens of Greek heroes. Even if Hector came, he would definitely be beaten back.

Who is behind Agamemnon?

Antilochus?

It should be him.

What is he holding in his hands?

It seems to be a person.

The limbs are hanging down limply. It should be a corpse.

The crowd is getting closer and closer, and Achilles can see more and more clearly.

Except for the naked corpse in Antilochus's hands, his eyes can no longer see anything else.

That...

That is...

That is Cross!

He...

What happened?

Achilles felt that his thoughts were a little confused.

Even if he drank alone all night, his mind was still clear.

But now he felt a little dizzy, as if the world was spinning.

"Click... click... click..."

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. The crowd came to the huge reef, all stopped, and looked up at Achilles who seemed to have lost his soul.

No one had ever seen such a look on the face of this legendary hero, nor had anyone ever seen such despair in the eyes of the son of Poseidon.

"Bang!" Agamemnon hit his left chest hard with his right fist, bowed deeply to the dumbstruck Achilles, and said nothing.

"Bang..." Everyone raised their right fists and hit their left chest hard, like a muffled thunder, but it did not wake up Achilles.

"Plop!" Antilokos knelt on one knee and gently placed Xu Youran's "corpse" on the beach with trembling hands.

He lowered his head deeply, his voice filled with endless sorrow and anger, "Great Achilles, my dearest friend. Please forgive our incompetence, the despicable Trojans launched an attack. Our best friend Cross died in During the sneak attack by Hector and Paris."

Agamemnon's voice was a little hoarse, and he said in a deep voice: "I gave your golden armor to Cross, and they thought it was you, so..."

At this point, he did not continue because he did not know how to explain Cross's death.

"Achilles, great hero, brave demigod." Mene roared at the top of her lungs, "Our best friend died in the battle at the gates of Troy, and they also stripped off his armor and insulted his body. ...Cross's soul will not be at peace even in heaven..."

Agamemnon lowered his head deeply again and said in a hoarse voice: "I, Agamemnon, beg your forgiveness. Please lead us to smash the walls of Troy and kill the despicable Hector! "

Achilles didn't speak, and walked down the rock somewhat numbly, came to Xu Youran's "corpse", and knelt on his knees.

He grabbed a handful of sand with expressionless hands, and then slowly sprinkled it from his head. The soft golden sand fell on his face, body, and clothes.

"Ah..." Achilles suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, like a beast struggling to its death.

The sound shook the sky, penetrated the clouds and cracked rocks, carrying endless grief, anger and pain.

This roar not only spread throughout the entire military camp, but even Troy, more than ten kilometers away, could feel his despair and self-blame.

Cross did die at the hands of the two Hector brothers, but if he hadn't been so arrogant, if he could have reconciled with Agamemnon as soon as possible, none of this would have happened.

Achilles's eyes slowly shed tears, and remorse and regret filled his chest.

The cry of extreme sorrow rang out. Achilles, the legendary Greek hero who had never frowned, knelt down in front of the corpse of his best friend and cried bitterly.

The dense crowd began to cry together. Agamemnon was crying, Mene was crying, Odysseus was crying, and Wang Gangdan was kneeling beside him and was also crying.

The endless mournful cries quickly infected the entire military camp. The Greek warriors who were cleaning up the mess fell to their knees and howled.

Achilles raised his right hand and lightly scratched his left arm, and hot blood spilled down.

The legendary hero who has never been injured can only break through his own defenses.

The blood seeped into the beach, and was swept away by the waves. Achilles's sorrowful and angry voice sounded, "I use my demigod blood to activate the forbidden spell and pray to see my mother, the great ocean goddess Thetis..."

The sound was not loud, but it seemed to be rolling like thunder with some magical magic, echoing in the blue Aegean Sea.

The cry and blood of the demigods quickly turned the entire sky gloomy. The ocean goddess Thetis in the depths of the Aegean Sea seemed to feel the sadness of her beloved son and the call from her bloodline.

Her elderly father Nereus rubbed his cloudy eyes, looked in Troy's direction and waved, "Go, my child..."

Under the city of Troy, on the Aegean Sea, the tide rolled up white waves.

The figure of Thetis, the goddess of the sea, slowly walked out of the waves. Everyone on the beach knelt on their knees and prostrated in salute to welcome this god walking in the world.

She gently placed her hand on Achilles' head and said softly: "My child, tell me, who made you so sad?"

"Mother, my best friend Cross was killed by the insidious Trojans." Achilles cried, "Hector also peeled off his armor, which is my armor. I want to kill Enter the city of Troy to avenge Cross, and I will kill Hector to wash away my shame!”

Thetis' long golden hair spread down like waves of the sea. With endless compassion in her eyes, she whispered: "My child, you should know the prophecies of the gods. After Hector's death, it will be your downfall. period.”

"Mother, please forgive me for going my own way." Achilles raised his head, wiped away the tears on his face, and said firmly: "We agreed to return to Greece together when the sun rises today. But last night, he didn't When I was rescued, he died tragically at the hands of the enemy. It was my arrogance and stupidity that killed my best friend."

"If I can't avenge him, then I will live in regret forever. Even if I kill Hector, I will die immediately. At least Cross's body and I can return to Greece together to complete our agreement. "

Thetis looked at Achilles quietly, and then began to cry silently, "My child, maybe you are right, we should be loyal to our friends. Go ahead and kill your enemies with a spear. I and Your father Peleus will protect you from all gods."

Achilles stood up slowly, smiled and hugged Thetis, "Mother, if I die at the gates of Troy, that is my fate. I sacrifice my blood to meet you just to say goodbye to you. "

Thetis nodded with tears in her eyes, "Your father and I are proud of you. I hope you can make the prophecies of the gods come true. I will wait for your return on Mount Olympus..."

Before she finished speaking, there was an explosion of "Bang!" and Thetis disappeared into the waves.

She would gather help and rush to Olympus to prevent all the gods from entering the war for her child.

Achilles turned around, looked in the direction of Troy, then looked at the crowd kneeling on the beach, and pointed at Wang Gangdan, "Gangdan, you are responsible for guarding your master's body. I will be there soon." Bring Hector's body to honor him."

All the Greek heroes raised their heads and looked at Achilles, their eyes burning with the flames of war and hatred.

Achilles raised his hand and pointed at Troy, "I, Achilles, the first hero of Greece, will bloodbath that city!"

"Boom!" A thunder exploded out of thin air.

\u000f\u000f\u000f\u000f\u000f\u000f\u000f\u000f\u000f\u000f\u000f\u000f\u000f\u000f\u000f

[If you like this novel, I hope you can share it on Facebook. The author is grateful. 】