The neat cry is a call from the bottom of their hearts, or a roar. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The rain drenched their bodies, and in the sound of the rain, they were so excited that they burst into tears, and every pore was filled with indescribable joy.

And so, in the wind and in the rain, shouting and roaring......

Half an hour later, the rain gradually subsided, and their frenzy quietly subsided.

"It's horrible. ”

Zheng Fei, who was sticking behind the boulder to avoid the rain, couldn't help but sigh.

Tens of thousands of people shouted frantically in the heavy rain for half an hour, tirelessly.

The power of faith was terrifying, it destroyed the Spartans beyond recognition, and even forgot who they were and what they came here for.

It seems that all of them have only one common goal left, and that is to fight.

Santiago wiped the rain from his hair, complained twice, and then looked at Zheng Fei with innocent eyes.

"When are we going back?"

"Soon, I don't want to stay here either. ”

This is Zheng Fei's sincere words at the moment, although the world of Spartans is shockingly beautiful, it is so crazy that people want to escape and never come back.

Santiago pinched his stomach: "I'm hungry." ”

"Hungry, then do you dare to eat Spartan food?"

Seeing that the rain was about to stop, Zheng Fei took off his clothes and wrung them out.

When asked like this, Santiago stopped talking, he would rather starve to death than eat the food here, God knows what kind of meat it was made of.

The rain stopped, creating a reason for the end of the ceremony, and the Great Elder waved his arms and motioned for tens of thousands of people to come over.

After gathering everyone's attention, he tightly pinched the so-called Death of Ares, held the inky black scepter like jade, slowly paced to Zheng Fei's side, and cautiously handed it back to Zheng Fei.

Then, with his arms outstretched, he looked around at everyone.

"This man, he brought back the Death of Ares for Sparta. ”

The tone was flat and subtle, and after the amplification of the loud voices of dozens of temple guards, it reached everyone's ears, echoing in the air, causing a commotion and cheers.

The Great Elder didn't give the people enough time to brew their excitement, so he hastily made a gesture to end the ceremony, and led Zheng Fei down the temple and went to his residence accompanied by his entourage.

An elaborate stone building with many stone pillars on its perimeter, typical of ancient Greek architecture, resembling the Parthenon in Athens.

The entourage all stayed at the door and stood in line, the Great Elder took Zheng Fei in alone, and Santiago wanted to follow, but was stopped.

"Be honest, don't make trouble. Zheng Fei looked into Santiago's eyes and said seriously.

"Rest assured. ”

Santiago nodded, pulled out the flask and sat down on the steps, drinking dry.

The layout of the house is simple, with only two floors, and the walls are depicted with statues of the gods of Olympus, among which the statue of Ares, the god of war, is the largest and most conspicuous, even overshadowing the god-king Zeus.

The Great Elder noticed that Zheng Fei was looking, pointed to the statue of Ares and smiled proudly: "Look, that is our god of Sparta, the most glorious and glorious Ares. ”

As he spoke, he walked over to his desk, flipped through it, and picked up a yellowed scroll of manuscript.

"This is a myth and legend recorded by the ancestors, and now many people outside believe that Zeus is the lord of the gods, but in fact, Ares is the strongest. ”

Seeing Zheng Fei nodding yes, he put down the manuscript with satisfaction, picked up a book casually, and pouted disdainfully.

"Everything written in this broken book is fake, if you want it, I'll give it to you. ”

Zheng Fei took it and took a look, ho!

Homer's epic, this should be considered a collector's edition, right?

The Great Elder kept rummaging, and he really wanted to send him something more, but there was really nothing he could do, so he had to shake his head.

With his cane on the ground, he strolled to the window and gazed at the Spartan tribe after the rain, the green leaves dotted with flowers of different colors, and the gray rabbits jumping around, the scenery was so beautiful.

The silence lasted for a long time.

Zheng Fei wanted to drink something, but the wine jug was empty, there was no wine here, and the entire Spartan tribe had no wine, they never brewed it, not that they wouldn't, but they didn't want to.

The Spartans believed that getting hot and dizzy after drinking alcohol would seriously weaken the fighting power of the soldiers, and that they would be addicted, and that everything that would have a negative impact on the battle must be isolated.

"You say. ”

Without warning, the Great Elder spoke.

"You say, can Sparta really be revived?"

The Great Elder's expression revealed doubts and deep worries that he had never seen before.

Staring at his side face, Zheng Fei frowned.

The fanatical Spartans, who were trended by the faith, would even question their own abilities?

"If you think you can, you can. When Zheng Fei said this, he felt that the Great Elder seemed to be a little different.

After a long silence, the Great Elder sighed faintly and answered.

"But you know what, the world is not what it used to be, according to the memories of our ancestors, many years ago, Sparta could withstand the Persian army with only 300 warriors, but now, everything has changed. ”

"Oh, where has changed?" Zheng Fei became a little interested, feeling that this sentence came out of the mouth of the Great Elder, and there was a magical feeling.

The Great Elder smiled bitterly.

"Now there is one more kind of monster on the battlefield, it can breathe fire, it can hit enemies from a long distance, I heard that ten years ago, the Byzantine city wall known as 'impregnable' was easily destroyed by it, I don't think the body of the Spartan warrior is stronger than the city wall. ”

At this moment, Zheng Fei was shocked by what he said.

The isolated descendants of Sparta are always in control of the movements of the outside world and keep pace with the times.

"If you know how terrible that monster is, why are you still thinking about reviving Sparta?"

Hearing this, the Great Elder's eyebrows raised slightly, and he sneered.

"No, I'm the only one who knows, everyone else has been executed by me, I won't allow anything to affect the confidence of the soldiers, and one day, we'll get that monster too, it just takes time. ”

After a pause, the point came.

The Great Elder turned around and stared into Zheng Fei's eyes, his gaze resolute and resolute.

Suddenly, no one could have predicted that he would fall to his knees with a thud.

This kneeling made Zheng Fei so stunned that he forgot to help this sixty-year-old man, not to mention that.

"Please, give us Sparta a little time!" said the Grand Elder mournfully, burying his head as reverently as he did when he prayed in the temple.

Zheng Fei didn't understand, and was about to step forward to help him up, when his palm was snapped by the fangs of Ares's Death.

Glancing at the fangs, remembering the excitement and frenzy of the Spartans before, he suddenly understood the actions of the Great Elder. (To be continued.) )