The sun gently shone on the pale white sand in the distance, and spread a veil of gold and silver on the light blue of the Aegean Sea.

On the edge of the cliff, in the temple, Thucydides was dressed in a light white aristocratic robe, and when the waves crashed on the reef again, his sexy thin lips suddenly hooked up a smile of unknown meaning:

This day has finally come, and he has been waiting for this day for too long, too long.

"Young Master! Master! Something happened! ”

Suddenly, Thucydides' musings were interrupted by the voice of the old butler Kerry, and the old man rode down the hill in a panic, gasping and saying to Thucydides, "The slaves of the docks have rioted! Oakley, Young Master Oakley's people can't suppress it, let me ask you to come over and support ......"

"Tsk-" Thucydides snatched the reins and hurried in the direction of the docks: Oakley had never been a little trouble!

Thucydides galloped from the cliff to the docks, taking with him the three infantry he commanded. Rumors of slave revolt had already been heard in the city of Athens, and every house had closed its gates, and there were few pedestrians walking around the streets.

The road was unimpeded, and by the time Thucydides arrived at the docks, the army had already fought with the Persian slaves.

Those slaves had no weapons in their hands, and many of them even had shackles on their hands and feet, but they were not afraid of death and rushed fiercely, and the soldiers couldn't suppress them for a while.

Thucydides Lema glanced at it from a distance, and knew that the boy had no experience in actual combat, and only knew how to do it brutally: the attacks of the Persian slaves were now lifeless and disorderly, and relied on a ruthless force. Of course, it is not beneficial to fight with them at this moment.

However, these slaves could not afford to spend their time.

Thucydides looked at the terrain of the dock surrounded by water on three sides, and after thinking for a while, he made a decision, he turned his head to the lieutenant and ordered: "Go and order all the ships docked at the dock to leave the dock at once, the sooner the better!" ”

While the adjutant was giving the order, Thucydides told the rest of the soldiers to disperse, forming a three-tiered wall of men to enclose the dock: even if the slaves could defeat Oakley's army, they would not be able to break through the outer barriers.

Besides, this is Athens, they are prisoners of war, not free people, they have no rights, as long as they are caught, they are dead. If they want to leave Athens, they have only one way at the moment, and that is to grab a ship and go to sea.

And this only way out has been cut off by Thucydides in advance.

The slaves, of course, did not know what was happening, they were just blindly entangled with the Athenian soldiers. Thucydides was just in time to observe the Persians, and soon, Thucydides saw a very interesting one—

The slave had long blond hair, a long body, and a very flexible body. Holding a sword snatched from the hands of the Athenian soldiers, he danced in style. Many of his soldiers suffered under him, and he attacked very tricky positions: such as the ankles, such as the forearm holding the sword.

Without hesitation, and ruthlessly. In the blink of an eye, five or six Athenian soldiers were wounded.

Seeing that his brother was wounded, four or five soldiers immediately gathered in his direction. The slave was not annoyed, but looked around slowly, tore off a piece of clothing, wiped the blood from the sword little by little with a very noble and elegant gesture, and then tilted his head and drew an arc with the long sword in his hand. At the same time as the tip of the sword flashed with cold light, he grinned and smiled arrogantly:

"I'm in a very bad mood right now, this, but you are looking for your own death——!"

As soon as his words fell, no one could see how the Persian male slave attacked, and the cavalryman closest to him only felt a cold light flash in front of him, and then the horse under him staggered, and he was thrown out before he could stabilize himself. Then, a chill flashed between the throats, and the cavalryman reached out and touched his neck, only to see a red mist flash in front of him......

Before he died, the cavalry saw a face stained with his blood, but with a very beautiful smile.

No one would have thought that a slave could have such amazing combat power, and before they could calm down, this slave killed two more people, both with a sword and cut their throats, and the speed was staggering, killing people like numbness, like ghosts.

Thucydides' eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared thoughtfully at the slave man: this man was not a Persian commoner, but probably a specially trained nobleman.

His attacks are simple, but they're all fatal. The action is fluid and seems to be a ruthless fight, but in fact he is well-trained and knows how to protect himself and kill his enemies in the chaos.

While Thucydides was pondering, the slave boy approached Oakley quietly.

Oakley had been hiding behind the soldier, a nobleman who coveted comfort and pleasure, and had little experience with the enemy, and when he saw the man approaching, he panicked and fled farther away.

The slave's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he raised his sword and slashed directly at the two soldiers who were in the way, threw his long sword, and killed another person. He took two steps forward, and when the soldier in front of Oakley was stunned, he pulled out the short knife at his waist, and then neatly took the sword and raised his hand—

The lightning and the sword and sword shadow have all slashed off the heads of the two people in front of Oakley.

Blood splattered, scaring Oakley's face. He fled for his life in a panic, but the slave did not chase him.

The Persian slave man, with a sword in his left hand and a sword in his right, approached slowly and gracefully in the direction of Oakley with a penetrating smile and a demon that seemed to have crawled out of hell.

"Help——! Oakley was so frightened that he tripped over his robe in a panic, and when he tried to crawl forward, there was a sudden "whoosh" in his ear, and a bright knife was stuck in his ear.

"Ahhhh——!!h

"Where else does Master Oakley want to escape?"

The voice of the Persian slave man rang out behind Oakley, and one of his feet stomped on the hem of Oakley's robe, preventing Oakley from moving. In fact, his voice was quite clear and nice, but Oakley screamed in fright and trembled all over.

The soldiers in Oakley's vicinity were all cleaned up by the slave's killing, wounding. Even if the soldiers in the distance wanted to come to the rescue, they were entangled by other slaves and could not get out for a while.

The Persian slave sneered, and a grim and twisted smile flashed on his beautiful face: "Young Master Oakley, farewell—"

Seeing that the sword was about to be inserted into his throat, Oakley simply closed his eyes and let out an earth-shattering wail.

However, the expected pain did not come, and with a "bang", a large shadow was cast in front of Oakley's eyes, and the voice of his old friend, Thucydides, rang out:

"No one has ever been able to kill so many Athenians at will in front of me."

"Oh?" The slave man chuckled, glanced at Thucydides with interest, licked the blood on his lips, and showed a cat-like seductive look, but his voice was cold, "Then from today there is—"

As soon as the words fell, the Persian male slave immediately withdrew his sword, and as soon as the sword momentum changed, his short body slashed at Thucydides' waist. Thucydides had already taken precautions, holding the sword to receive the move, elbowing hard, and pushing with his backhand, dissolving the sword momentum, forcing the opponent to take a step back.

The slave raised his eyebrows, a hint of surprise flashed in his narrow eyebrows, and soon turned into sharp and playful, he looked at Thucydides and the sword in his hand again, and sighed with a smile, "I didn't expect there to be a warrior like you in Athens, I thought there were pigs here who could only drink, chant poetry, bask in the sun, eat subsistence allowances, and enjoy social welfare." ”

Lo?

Social welfare??

Thucydides raised an eyebrow, narrowed his eyes, smiled at the corners of his mouth, and asked, "If Athens had no warriors, how could the Majesty be captured here?" ”

"You ——!" The Persian male slave was slightly annoyed, snorted coldly and stopped speaking, and the sword moves under his hand became faster and faster, and he fought with Thucydides. Thucydides hadn't met such an interesting opponent for a long time, and his heart was excited, so he naturally clenched the sword in his hand and fought with the male slave.

The sword light flickered, and the surrounding slaves and Athenians gradually stopped fighting, and they all stared at these two people intently-

Thucydides' swordsmanship was not the most subtle in Athens, but he was observant and clumsy, and his sword moves were not fancy or fast, and he caught all the opponent's sword moves just right. And the Persian slave's sword was very fast, his body was very dexterous, his defense was impenetrable, and his attacks were deadly, forcing Thucydides to block and defuse them again and again.

It looks very dangerous, but it can be saved again and again. It's a struggle, but it's like a dance.

The Athenians and the Persian slaves were stunned one by one, and the two men in the middle, surrounded by the light of the sword, looked into each other's eyes as their swords were handed over. In the same dark blue eyes, they all read an important message from each other's eyes: chess meets opponents, and swords meet confidants.

Only this Persian slave could give Thucydides a hearty contest, and only Thucydides could make this Persian slave use all his dexterous and ruthless sword moves.

Suddenly, the neighing of horses was heard in the distance, and Thucydides saw a glint in the eyes of the Persian slave man, and before he understood the true meaning, the two men joined each other and separated. Thucydides thought that the man wanted to retreat, so he jumped up and slashed down at the slave, and the slave came to take this move with a horizontal sword, but the texture of the sword in his hand was naturally inferior to Thucydides', and after a fight, he could not withstand this heavy blow.

"Bah-" The sword snapped.

Thucydides secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he knew in his heart that if he and this slave continued to entangle like this, no one would be able to get any benefit, and when the body was exhausted, it would be a defeat for both sides.

however

The slave smiled slyly, and reached out and grabbed Thucydides' shoulder, and his long, slender white legs wrapped around Thucydides' waist. The incident happened suddenly, Thucydides was stunned, the whole person stiffened, and he didn't know how to put his hands and feet, he barely held on and shouted:

"You...... Do? Don't get off me soon! ”

When the slave boy heard this, his chest, which had risen and fell violently because of the fight, trembled again, and as if he was holding back a smile, he blinked and said, "What are you doing?" Of course, do what makes you comfortable......"

"What......!"

As he spoke, his voice softened, and he squinted and licked his lips. The Persian slave man hung almost his entire body on Thucydides' body, opened his thin lips lightly, leaned into Thucydides' ear, and bit Thucydides' earlobe:

"My name is Menes, and I used to be a Persian sacrifice."

“……”

Seeing that Thucydides did not react, Menes chuckled again, deliberately spread the scorching breath on Thucydides' ears, and said softly, "Persian sacrifices can charm even the gods, and this will be remembered in the future——"

Menes' voice changed abruptly, and Thucydides immediately came back to his senses, but it was still too late.

Suddenly a horse leaped into the crowd, and Menis flew on the horse neatly, leaping out of Thucydides' encirclement. As if remembering something, he suddenly reined in the reins, and Menes looked at Thucydides with bright eyes, and smiled playfully:

"And, General, you're hard."