"Goodbye my brother, even Zeus will be jealous of your generosity, I hope we will meet again!" Wang Kui tugged at the heavy animal skin bag on his body, laughed and beckoned to Arthur Evans, then turned and disappeared on the horizon, the sky was still gray, and there was still some time before dawn.

Arthur Evans and Arthas's expressions were dull, and they stood in place with each other's arms, and their bodies couldn't help but shiver when a cold wind blew.

"Is this brother of mine really a savage, more muscular Spartan than a brain? and not an ancient goblin in the skin of Sparta?"

Assas on the side subconsciously murmured, "If the ancient goblins can defeat the Phoenicia." ”

After a while, a terrified scream echoed through the wilderness: "Invisibility cloak!

Kratos ran in the direction of his clan as he quickly checked the treasure that had been looted by the second generation of officials.

An inconspicuous-looking hide lay quietly on the palm of his hand, and when Kratos looked closer, he saw that although it looked quite worn, it was extremely intact, and even the grain of the leather was not damaged in the slightest.

When holding the piece of leather, Kratos only felt that his five senses were a little sharper, and all the wind and grass around him could be easily noticed.

Growing up in the wilderness of the mountains, Kratos immediately discovered that it was not his five senses that had become sharper, but that he was neglected by his surroundings.

Kratos couldn't help but feel a burst of heat in his heart, he didn't expect that there was such a treasure, which could completely shield his breath, and even the flowers and trees of nature could be deceived, if he didn't look at it with his eyes, no one would be able to discover his existence.

When Wang Kui rushed back, the other Spartans had already woken up and began to gnaw on the dried meat on their bodies, preparing for today's journey.

When they saw Wang Kui coming back with a large bag wrapped in several animal skins, they all showed curious expressions, and when Wang Kui lifted the animal skin and poured out the bell-filled things inside, everyone let out exclamations of amazement.

Swords, bows and arrows, and spears, all of which were used by Mycenaean soldiers, and although most of them were damaged, a small number remained intact.

Wang Kui not only stripped Arthur Evans and Assas, but even the Mycenaean soldiers who died in the battle did not let go, and collected all the weapons that could still be used.

Accra held the brand-new longsword of Asas, and after comparing it with his own longsword, which was already stained, he decisively abandoned the longsword that he had regarded as his life, and happily hung the longsword that originally belonged to Assala on his waist.

After doing all this, Accra reacted, and when he was ready to question Wang Kuidi with a straight face, he couldn't help but see the long sword hanging on Wang Kui's waist, and even the handle was made of bronze.

"Oh God of War, even the handle is bronze, the scabbard is still made of cyren's scale armor, what a terrible weapon, Kratos This is a cursed weapon, you must discard it, let me carry the heavy burden for you!"

Wang Kui unceremoniously raised his middle finger, although Accra did not understand the meaning of the middle finger, but he still unrelentingly wrapped around Wang Kui, trying to snatch the "all evil" weapon through violence.

Wang Kui grabbed Ake's stretched palm with an iron hand, and under the terrifying huge force, there was a creaking moan sound on his wrist, and the painful Accra couldn't help but grin.

After once again recognizing the reality that violence cannot solve the problem, Accra can only change his tactics and pestering Wang Kui with an old face, hoping to force Wang Kui to comply.

As a land with experience in his previous life, where would Wang Kui eat this, and once again corrected the truth that violence can solve everything, Accra finally gave up reluctantly, and gained some comfort by constantly stroking the long sword of Assas on his body.

After this episode, Accra also forgot his idea of questioning Wang Kui, and after a brief use of food, they continued on their way, and when they rounded the city of Mycenae, they were halfway through the safari, and they would reach the northern tip of the Peloponnese, follow the Mediterranean Sea to the confluence with the Aegean Sea, cross the Taietos Mountains and finally return to the territory of Sparta.

When you enter the capital of Sparta, you will be greeted by a strong atmosphere of war. Heavily armed Spartan soldiers lined up in the narrow streets, even ordinary civilians were rugged and burly, and even the weapons were carved out of wood.

After entering the territory of Sparta, Wang Kui suddenly put forward a request to act alone, although Accra resolutely opposed, but Wang Kui still quietly left the team with his own ability and entered the capital of Sparta alone.

Although Wang Kui's stature is far stronger than his peers, he is only 14 years old now, so it is not obvious to walk in the Spartan capital.

After asking a traveling merchant, Wang Kui soon found the destination of his trip, the blacksmith shop.

The blacksmith's shop was located near the center of the Spartan capital, around the corner of the city, a burning stove was placed in the open air, around which several shirtless men with equally developed muscles and body hair were pounding molds.

Wang Kui covered most of his face with a coarse cloth, and when he strode into the blacksmith's shop, he immediately felt a wave of heat rushing over his face.

One of the older blacksmiths, with a full beard, glanced at Wang Kui, and said incessantly, "God of War, what do you need, we have here fine pitchforks, spears, and short swords, and of course bows and arrows capable of shooting wild beasts, and each arrow is carefully polished from the rocks of Mount Taiyetos. ”

Without saying a word, Wang Kui took out the bronze short sword from Arthur Evans, and the pus-and-sick eyes of Gorgong.

The blacksmith just glanced at it casually, and immediately his eyes widened, and he looked at the bronze dagger and the pupils in surprise, and couldn't help but want to reach out and touch it.

Wang Kui immediately put the things away, and then said lightly: "I need to forge a long sword, and inlay this eyeball intact in it, as long as you can do it, these are yours." With that, he opened a fist-sized bag of animal skins, which shimmered with gold and blinding light under the reflection of the fire.

A look of greed immediately appeared in the blacksmith's eyes, for such a bag of gold was a treasure he had never seen in his life.

The blacksmith cautiously looked left and right before he hurriedly said, "Your generosity is as great as Mount Olympus, and it will only take three days for you to get what you want." ”

Wang Kui said categorically: "One day, I will only give you one day." ”

The blacksmith just wanted to say that it was impossible, but when he saw Wang Kui put away the bag full of gold, Daokou's words were swallowed back, and he hesitated for a while before nodding heavily.

Wang Kui directly put the bronze short sword in the blacksmith shop, and because the pupils of the golem were not inlaid until the sword was cast, he withdrew it into the animal skin belt around his waist, and then left the blacksmith shop.

Wang Kui was not worried that the other party would embezzle his things, because for these poor blacksmiths, the gold in his hands was far more precious than a bronze weapon.

One day of waiting, Wang Kui did not plan to go out of the city again, he decided to take this opportunity to experience the city as the center of this world civilization.

From the outside, the capital of Sparta appears to be a city embedded in the belly of a mountain, but the first thing you see when you enter it is a wide straight avenue that allows four horses to walk side by side, leading to the gate of the royal palace.

This avenue was called the Road of War in the capital of Sparta, and only the army could walk on it, not even the nobles were qualified to step on it, and anyone who dared to violate it would be punished with extremely cruel criminal laws.

Except for this war road, the other roads are like paths trodden out of the dense meadows, twisted, narrow, and crowded.

All the Spartans seemed to live in a space between the tents and the stalls, leaving only one room to pass through, and every time a neat line of soldiers walked by, there was a commotion, only to be filled again after a while.

In Sparta, it was most common to see slaves in anklets or handcuffs, their skins smelling and stinking under the constant whipping of their masters.

Accra once said to Wang Kui that these were slaves known as the Helots, who were once the indigenous Shilo people of the area.

But when Wang Kui tried to inquire more about the reason, Accra was silent, and seemed unwilling to reveal the secret to Wang Kui.

Suddenly, there was a commotion behind him, and Wang Kui only thought that it was another patrolling soldier passing by, but when he stood next to a stall selling all kinds of animal bones, he saw several nobles riding horses galloping over.

Wang Kui sneered in his heart, the power of the powerful is everywhere, they dare not violate the majesty of the road of war, but they can trample on the wealth and lives of civilians at will, and those civilians who were injured can only swallow their anger in the end, and dare not have any complaints.

Just when Wang Kui was about to watch from the sidelines, two civilians carrying clay water bottles with wooden sticks hurriedly threw away the things in their hands in panic, and threw the clay water bottle in the middle of the road, but they hid aside in a panic.

When the first rider saw the water bottle blocking the road, he immediately whipped his horsewhip, and the tall steed under the seat immediately jumped up in pain, but because the road happened to be tactful, the foothold was just at the head of a stall, and Wang Kui happened to stand on the edge of this stall.