Legend has it that there was once a teenager who made a living by stealing because his country gave them very little food every day, but encouraged them to steal to "fend for themselves". www.biquge.info One day he stole a fox and hid it in his arms. The fox was a living creature after all, and it was all over his arms, and the boy was afraid of being discovered, so he held it vigorously to his chest. He knew that if he was caught stealing, he would be severely injured by the bosses, and he would be unable to steal for a few days before dying miserably. So the boy remained silent like steel, even if the desperate fox gnawed wildly in his arms, and the blood flowed down his robe, he did not blame the fox, nor did he blame his own origin, but silently endured, fighting the cruel fate with flesh and blood, until the blood was exhausted, until death came.

The corpse of the boy became cold in the streets, and this was Sparta.

Some people say that the Spartans are like pieces of iron, they are silent, but they are fierce and tyrannical, they do not do superfluous things, so they are resolute and resolute, and the military orders are like mountains. They were the strongest gladiators and the most ferocious slave owners, showing no mercy to their enemies or their own. Perhaps, they are better at expressing their mood with their fists and swords.

Sparta was one of the city-states of Greece, and its people worshipped Ares, the Greek god of war, and they were both allies and rivals with Athens, who believed in Athena, the goddess of war. One day, the mighty Persian Empire returned, and the Persian king Xerxes attempted to complete his father's unfinished business by making an expedition to Greece and claiming the kingdom of the gods for himself. Greece was a large but mostly rabble-bustle, and in the face of a strong enemy, Sparta and Athens resolutely joined forces, and as a vanguard, sent an army of 300 to Thermopylae to stop the Persian army of 200,000.

They're crazy, one might ask, right? 300 vs. 200,000, tease me?

No, they are not crazy, they are not stupid, they know that there is absolutely no chance of coming back alive, but they say, "Tonight, we will dine in hell!" These Spartans had a mighty king, to whom the messenger of Persia threatened that the arrows of the Persian army would obscure the sky, and he replied: "Then we will fight in the shade!" And even such a king instructed his wife before leaving: "Marry a good man and raise the children." ”

They knew that they would die in this battle, but they were not afraid of death. Just as the Persians could not understand why the Olympic champions could only get an olive branch ring, they would not understand that the Spartans were only in the way of their "army of millions" for the sake of the oath of alliance. Spartans, never break their oaths. As hateful as the Athenians who believed in Athena were, the Spartans, who were also descendants of the gods of Olympus, would never be laughed at by them.

Xerxes the Great of Persia will never forget that day, a day of blood and fire, which he visited frequently for countless nights that followed, became a nightmare that he could not let go. His proud multinational coalition was slaughtered like pigs and dogs at a small pass by a group of savage Spartans, who had no illustrious origins, no graceful manners, no knightly glory and virtue, they were just like cold machines, silently carrying out the orders of the slaughter, with such efficiency and outrageous efficiency that the blood of the Persian coalition stained the hillside.

Three times in one day, Xerxes rose from his throne of war, and he asked anxiously and uneasily, "Are all the Spartans like this?" But no one answered him. In the end, his army spent three days on this small hillside pass, leaving behind more than 20,000 corpses, before finally killing the last Spartan. But he did not have the slightest joy, the victory came so suddenly, and if it were not for the natives to lead the way, he would not have known how to lay down this fortress, let alone how to kill these Spartans who were not afraid of death.

The Spartans lived, the Spartans died, and the Spartans perished. The monument reads: "If you go to Sparta, stranger, tell the citizens there that we have died here and will keep our oath to death." Perhaps the Persian Emperor had the right hunch - the Spartans were like that.

Under the crescent moon, fires burst into the sky, rock ramparts recast in the city, and silent soldiers lined up in the streets.

This is Hot Springs Seki.

"This is Sparta!"

Lancer's roar rang out, and the walls around him were filled with warriors like him, raising their spears and roaring to the sky, the tall fortress with no end in sight. He, like these warriors, was just an ordinary Spartan, but even Leonidas, even the king, was just like them, an ordinary Spartan. They fight the same way, they kill the same enemy, they die the same way, they are connected by blood, they live and die together.

They were Spartans.

Using the stone axe enshrined in the Spartan temple as a holy relic, Wagru wanted to summon the ancestor of the Spartans, the great hero Hercules, but the end result was only an unknown Spartan, whose only merit during his life was to participate in the Battle of Thermopylae Pass, and died honorably as 300 warriors.

On the street, looking at the hill that suddenly appeared, Patrina frantically scanned the surroundings, and her eyes were about to burst out: "Innate enchantment??" No, it's not! The Inherent Enchantment is a great magic that completely erodes the present world with the caster's mental landscape, and although this treasure perfectly reproduces the hill and the fortress, the environment has not changed, and it is still a street, and it has not been completely eroded by the mental landscape. But it's something similar, just a little lower...... Are Servants such terrible beings......"

Standing halfway up the mountain, the overlord's mask was still silent, but the tall and majestic body did not pause at all, and the charge began. Facing the rain of Spartan arrows, the demon god of black iron attacked fiercely, like a storm of iron and blood, and the flying halberds swept the boulders mixed in the rain of arrows into pieces, and the arrows smashed on his armor, which could only stir up monotonous notes.

The Spartans quickly adjusted their strategy, dropping heavy oil barrels and burning flames with rockets to keep the Overlord at bay. Once the enemy's footsteps are stopped, powerful but hard-to-target boulders come into play, and these killing weapons on the battlefield are like locusts flying in the sky, raining down on the Holy Grail Lancer.

The Battle of Hot Springs Pass was restarted here.