But as if to confirm Alubond's words, just when he thought that this Cretan bull would be invented by humans like his own kind, and had been dragged to the ground by countless hunting methods, there was a sudden irresistible force in his hand, and at the same time the horses under his seat let out a screaming neigh, and the whole person was dragged off the mount by this huge force.

The other warriors reacted immediately, clamping the horses with all their might, but the force was beyond the reach of ordinary horses, and the horses neighed in pain, then fell to the ground, dragged away by the end of the rope along with the warriors.

Looking at Arthur Evans, who had already failed miserably, Akdurman also expected to say: "The strength of these Cretan bulls is about 20 horsepower, and they can knock over 20 fierce horses with one blow. But if the rampaging Cretan Bull is to be brought to a knees, much more power will be required. Although Arthur Evans's servant named Assas was a bit brave, the horses under his seat were just ordinary tamers, and it was impossible to resist the power of the Cretan bull, and the moment he was dragged off the horse, it was doomed to the last hope of my brother Arthur Evans. ”

Alubond glanced at his brother condescendingly, then turned his head to look deeply at the prey that was about to disappear into the horizon, and suddenly let out a loud shout, and the tall horseman under his seat stood up, trampled by the horse's hooves and galloped away at lightning speed. It's just that the power of Alubond alone is like a thousand troops, and the whole scene is shaken.

The whole body armor made of bronze pieces was shocked to its feet by the powerful force of the body, and the monstrous roar showed a wave of qi visible to the naked eye spreading out in all directions.

The horses under Alubond's seat were also obviously of monster blood, and the horses' hooves trampled quickly, unaffected by his might, and it only took five or six breaths to catch up with the Cretan bull.

Alubond's eyes were round with anger, as long as the slightest touch of the eyes of mortals would immediately burst their gall, the spear in his hand made a piercing sound in the air, only to hear a painful scream, Alubond directly penetrated the Cretan bull from top to bottom, and the spear actually lifted it directly.

Rumble!

The Cretan bull slammed into the ground, and when the dust settled, a fist-sized blood hole could be seen in its back, and from the blood hole, it could be seen that the spine and internal organs inside had been shattered by the shot, and the Cretan bull had lost its life while it was still in mid-air.

Spike!

Alubond came first, one person and one horse, a total of only about ten breaths before and after, this head with monster blood, at least dozens of elite soldiers need to be able to deal with the Cretan bull was killed by him in one blow.

Almost at the same time that Alubond succeeded in killing his prey, Aktruman finally waved the red flag, and in the midst of a piercing whistling, the group of warriors who had suddenly disappeared at the beginning suddenly appeared from the horizon and unknowingly detoured to the front of the Cretan bull.

A dozen warriors lined up left and right with superb riding skills, and I don't know when they actually pulled a special tough rope into a straight line every two horses.

What is the function of a dozen ropes pulled by horses coming together? It can completely destroy the balance of the Cretan bull's body in a head-on collision, and it is suddenly overturned in the process of charging at high speed, and finally becomes a thing in an urn that is powerless to struggle.

But the price of this was that the leg bones of the dozen or so war horses were directly broken because they could not withstand the sudden drag force, and several knights were also injured to varying degrees because they were overturned from their horses.

Akdurman stood motionless in the rear, a satisfied smile on his lips when he saw the success of his plan, as if he did not care about the dead horses and wounded warriors in the slightest.

The warriors' successful capture of the Cretan bull may seem simple and crude, but it was actually possible to do so easily thanks to a series of calculations by Aktruman.

Akdurumin's initial inaction was not due to a deliberate show off, but to secretly observe the Cretan bull's movements, so as to predict future escape routes based on the terrain ahead.

He then commanded in the rear by means of the command of the banner and the sound of the flute, adjusted according to the actual movements of the Cretan bull, and used the pressure of the pursuing soldiers in the rear to force the Cretan bull to flee to his pre-calculated route.

Seeing that his brother had unexpectedly hunted his own prey, the gleam in Arlubond's eyes flickered, and then he once again regained his characteristic roughness and violence.

Alubond turned his head to look at the other side of the plain, at this time Arthur Evans can be said to have completely lost the possibility of a comeback, most of his men were smashed to pieces, even the only one with the strength to fight Assas lost his mount, unable to catch up with the mad bull on foot.

This time, the Cretan bull used to test the ability of the three princes was specially selected, not only inherited more monster blood, but also was secretly fed Garfield fruit before, which is a fruit that can stimulate creature irritability, and the Cretan bull is more powerful after being stimulated by Garfield, so it is naturally impossible to hunt in a conventional way.

Agamemnon, King of Mycenae, was beyond the limits of what a human could reach, and was the longest-lived human in the history of the Peloponnese. But this also means that the great king is already a candle in the wind at this time, and he may be summoned by Hades at any time.

And in recent years, at the behest of Agamemnon, the Little Olympic Games, which had not been used for 300 years, were restarted, and it was the way that Mycenae's ancestors imitated the legendary Olympic Games and designed them to test and select the successor to the throne.

The three descendants of King Agamemnon will have a total of 100 competitions. It was a test of force, or a test of wisdom and knowledge, and the best of the 100 Mini-Olympiad results were undoubtedly the next king of Mycenae.

Some of the ministers who had originally had illusions about the third prince, Arthur Evans, had already begun to shake their heads and sigh at this time. After several competitions, whether it is personal force or resourcefulness, Arthur Evans has no merit, completely annihilated by the dazzling brilliance of the two elder brothers, although it is only the twelfth game at present, but the results of the next competition can already be guessed that the third prince has been tacitly kicked out of the final battle for royal power in advance.

At this time, Arthur Evans was too shallow to describe as embarrassed, his meticulously groomed blonde hair had been completely scattered, his handsome face and fine cloth clothes were covered with dust, and even the long sword in his hand did not know where it had been thrown, leaving only the expensive scabbard made of deviltail fish skin remaining at his waist.

Arthur Evans stood stunned in place, looking at the defeated subordinates around him, he closed his eyes tightly, and from the hands clenched into fists, and the slightly trembling body, it could be seen that he was holding back his unwilling emotions at this time.

Arthur Evans took a deep breath, sucked back the humiliating liquid in his nose and choked throat, and was about to admit defeat again, when he heard a strange but familiar voice in his ears, Arthur Evans couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he heard this voice, and then opened his eyes and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

"Hey, my brother, I swear by your ass, you're definitely the coolest beautiful guy in Mycenae, and even if you hook your fingers in a disgraced way, there are countless sluts crying and shouting to get down under your lap legs. ”

Arthur Evans looked at Kratos who suddenly appeared in front of him in surprise, his eyes full of joy that could not be concealed.

"Aphrodite on top, Kratos, my brother, which goblin have you sucked dry, this tattoo is a real good disguise. You can rest assured that as long as you come to Mycenae, no adulterer or adulteress will dare to trouble you again. ”

Kratos's appearance at this time is very different from before, and the word "Bruce Lee" is the most appropriate adjective.

In the past, Kratos was a macho man with tangled muscles and a wide waist and thick legs. Now it has shrunk in a circle, the skin is tightly attached to the muscles and muscles, and the whole person does not look as strong as before, but only the real strong can see the terrifying explosive power hidden in the more concentrated body.

What surprised Arthur Evans even more was that Kratos's original weed-like black hair was completely shaved by him, leaving only a shiny bald head.

The blood-red tattoo started on the left side of the face and spread from the eye socket to the waist, covering most of the body.

Kratos's eyes seemed to have countless black smoke rolling in them, but when he looked closely, he was gray, as if he had been covered in a haze.

Capturing Arthur Evans' heartfelt emotion, Kratos' eyes flashed with a faint glint before he said heartily: "Although I would love to talk to you about the romance between me and your sister-in-law, the current situation does not seem to be suitable, and your lively little pet is about to escape." ”

After saying that, Kratos took a step forward directly, took a deep breath in the direction where the Cretan bull was, and the muscles in his body suddenly swelled like blowing up a balloon, and his skin was obviously congested and red due to the boiling of blood.

"Roar!"

A thunderous roar erupted from Kratos' mouth, and the roar of a lion could be faintly heard. However, the Cretan Bull, which had just rushed a hundred feet away, suddenly stagnated, and its speed decreased significantly.

Hearing this roar, Alubond's eyes also widened suddenly, and his eyes were immediately filled with bloodthirsty light, and the muscles of his arms holding the spear even made a squeaky vibration sound.