World of Gods

I'm talking about giant hills, do you want to pick up girls? It's all suffocated like this? Suye asked angrily.

"Your Majesty, you misunderstood. I am a person with the same long-term vision as you. I am not talking about my personal marriage, but the continuation of the ethnic group. Once we stay in the Giant Hills, I will have the power of the ethnic group. I will gain the authority of the old days, have subjects, have ethnic groups, and multiply and breathe. "

"Huh ..."

Su Ye glanced at the black demon sheep.

"You want ewe too?"

The black demon sheep immediately obeyed and knelt, revealing a flattering smile, and a neat white tooth protruded from the gap of the dark mouth.

Su Ye thought for a while and said, "What will happen to my summoning technique after you enter the Giant Hills?"

"You will have the ability to summon the squad. The number is about ten, that is, five majestic and powerful knights of the demon sheep." Wang Sledgehammer said.

Su Ye smiled and asked, "How do the other four knights compare to you?"

"The rank is always lower than my first rank."

"What is the next stage of the summoning team?" Wu Ye asked.

"It is a summoning tribe, the total number is about 100, and the other new demon knights are two ranks lower than me. But new dwarves may be born. In our rock dwarf tribe, there are dwarf mages."

"What about the next stage?"

"The total number of legions is around 1000, and the weakest level is three levels lower than me. At this time, our legion will be particularly complete, and there will be powerful dwarves using magical equipment. As for the next stage, I do n’t know. , Because I was just a dwarf king of the legion level in my previous life. "Wang Sledgehammer said.

Su Ye looked at Diaotian: "If you have the elemental plane of fire, will you begin to multiply and continue to grow?"

"Grunge whisper ..." Diaotian excitedly explained.

"When I didn't ask!"

Su Ye thought about the future development route of summoning magic and fell asleep.

The next day, good news spread throughout the Greek coalition forces.

Persia had already paid the first ransom, and the most important group of captives left with the boat.

All day long, the Marathon Fortress was immersed in a sea of ​​joy.

Most soldiers have limited military power, and they are not eligible to exchange loot.

However, everyone has a share!

Starting in the afternoon, people from various city-states in the Marathon Fortress carried their bags with their bags and picked up the golden eagle from the logistics office.

Even the egg of a recruit who has never killed a man has received at least ten golden eagles.

The voice of praise to General Miteaard has not been interrupted since the afternoon.

If it is a noble leader, it is absolutely impossible to distribute so many golden eagles to the soldiers.

Su Ye also received the ransom paid by Persia.

Two hundred thousand!

It even surpassed the two generals of Mitea and Demis.

In the eyes of the big nobles, this amount of money is not much, but in previous wars, this number is huge.

For Suye, this is the price of an additional elementary legendary magic weapon.

Su Ye took the opportunity to inquire about the total amount of ransom in Persia this time, he did not say specific figures, only said that the tens of millions of gold eagles.

Riches in World War I.

However, more than half of the ransom was used to pay pensions and was distributed to each soldier's family under the supervision of the temple priest.

Back at the residence, the Spartan soldiers who had received the gold coins carried the money bags and discussed with excitement.

"This is the first time I have really earned a golden eagle! This feels so wonderful! Even if the family gives me ten times the golden eagle, it cannot make me so excited. I want to keep these golden eagles and show off in front of my children in the future! Stoll spread out his money bag, his hands constantly grabbing in Jin Cancan's coins.

The golden light flickered, and the sound heard.

"This feeling is better than the harvest of the gladiatorial arena." Commodus pinched the golden eagle in his mouth and bit it gently, biting a symmetrical tooth mark on Zeus' face and eagle's head.

Su Ye smiled when they saw their golden smile of joy.

Then, continue to do homework.

As the new day arrived, Suye deliberately put on a white robe.

In the yard, the Spartan warriors, who were all neatly dressed, talked and laughed.

However, many people's eyes showed tension and expectation.

Even Commodus and Castor are a bit unnatural.

"What is the honor award process?" Su Ye asked.

"Theoretically from the bottom to the top. First of all, the ranks of soldiers and captains are awarded within each city-state. Then, on the high platform built outside the city, the ranks of the commanders and generals are awarded. , Let's go to the gathering place of the Spartans to see the ceremony. "Kastor was a little excited.

"go!"

Everyone went out excitedly.

The bright red cloak and the striking red helmet hair on the helmet made everyone recognize that they were Spartans.

The teams of each city-state marched in different directions, and everyone's face was filled with joyful smiles.

Similar words such as military power, golden eagle, awards, etc. continue to echo in the ear.

Su Ye looked at this scene with a smile.

In fact, most people's desires are very simple. When they get what they deserve, they are satisfied and they can do things wholeheartedly.

Even, even a little loss, although angry and unhappy, can be tolerated.

However, there are always nobles who devour the blood and sweat belonging to others for their own benefit, and even want to deprive others of everything, which has caused opposition and chaos between the two parties.

Greed and short-sightedness at the upper levels are the first cause of conflict and opposition.

Looking at the smiles, the faces that were happy even if they were wounded, Su Ye suddenly understood why General Mitea Yard would rather offend the nobility and also compete for the supreme command of the coalition forces.

Because, Mitea Yard saw too many dead bodies after failure.

I have also seen too many angry twisted faces after the victory.

He wanted to see more, smile.

Smile at this moment.

Su Ye took a deep breath and slowly released his heart, and suddenly understood a lot.

Mitiyad first bears the blame for defeat before he can be praised by the soldiers.

Mitiyad first carried the nobility's anger before he could see the soldiers' smiles.

Mitea, first of all bear the hope of the Greeks, to win, to become a legend, to become a general.

Su Ye smiled happily.

I have carried the hopes of the teachers and students of Plato College, the hope of Zackley, the hope of Spartan abandonment of infants and refugees, and the hope of soldiers in the marathon, but it is not enough.

These are not enough to promote the legend, let alone the legend.

Me, bear more, gain more.

Suye clenched her fists, smiling, and moved forward.

Soon, everyone walked to a spacious place, where almost everyone was wearing a unique red Spartan cloak.

Everyone talked excitedly, waited excitedly, and looked forward excitedly.

Even the appearance of Su Ye, the champion, and Commodus, the gladiator, did not attract much attention.

At this time, everyone has the same identity.

Meritorious person.

Not long after, the Spartan military showed up the tie. First, it wore a magical beard and made a passionate speech, which stimulated the Spartans to **** and yelled.

"Spartan!"

"Spartan!"

Soon, the fortress shouted everywhere.

"Athens!"

"Athens!"

...

"Taibai!"

"Taibai!"

...

"Macedonia!"

"Mycenae!"

...

At these moments, these gruesome greek city-states were not angry at hearing the voices of hostile city-states.

Everyone's face was covered with a smile from his heart.

The victory of the marathon is definitely not the victory of any person or any small group, but the victory of all the Greeks, the credit of all the Greeks.

It is also the glory of all the Greeks.

Subsequently, the Spartan general began to award and honor.

First of all, the general will remember the names of the new soldiers one after another, one after another Spartan soldiers rushed forward, or stepped forward with the help of teammates, smiled and picked up his bronze soldier long sign, high Raised up, attracted loud cheers.

Then, the Spartan soldier who was promoted to captain was announced. This time there were fewer people, but the cheers were warmer.

Afterwards, low-level awards are given, this time with fewer people, but each time the awards will inevitably cause more intense cheers than before.

Military ranks are only positions, but honors are more honorable.

Su Ye keenly found that the same cheers everywhere, but the voice slowly decreased, but the voice of Sparta not only did not decrease, but reached a peak when awarding.

Even Athens cannot compare to the smaller Spartans.

Su Ye sighed for a long time.

With so many city-states, only Sparta ’s awards can maintain basic justice and fairness.

The voice of soldiers is the signal sent by soldiers and civilians to the nobility. Any keen nobles and generals should be aware of this signal and then make changes.

Unfortunately, their greed and short-sightedness, their arrogance and ignorance, ignored this signal.

Every signal is a snowflake, and eventually it will slowly roll up the snowball.

In the eyes of ignorant aristocrats, there are just more snowflakes.

In the eyes of the enlightened aristocracy, it was just a snowball with little danger.

In the eyes of wise men, it may be the water that nourishes the earth, or it may be an avalanche in the future.

Su Ye looked at it all with a smile.

"Subsidize Euclid, plus a hundred thousand gold eagles ..."

In the morning, he attended the honor-giving ceremony and had lunch. The team of Su Ye and Sparta walked out of the city early.

The hot afternoon wind blew across the marathon plain.

The uneven grass seemed to be eaten by cattle.

I don't know if the green grass is covering up the traces of war, or whether the traces of war surround the green grass.

Under the city walls, magicians set up high platforms, and warriors of various city-states gathered everywhere.

Suye turned to look at the Persian camp.

The Persian generals, nobles, troop soldiers and high-ranking soldiers have left, and the remaining ordinary soldiers and temporarily recruited light infantry are all looking here.

The eyes of each of them are so dim, but they are connected together, but they are bright.

Like waves shining in the sun, sparkling.

Not long after, under the leadership of General Mitea, the Greek generals ascended the platform.

The cheers were deafening.

"Greece!"

"Greece!"

"Greece……"

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