"The whole shijie was in the hands of the invincible Romans, land, sea, stars, but they still did not seem satisfied" - the 1st century playwright Petonius

The leader angrily slipped up Karabis, who was lying on the ground, with one hand, "Biedong me, I've been swordsman!" Calabis was still shouting.

"Biedong, it's just a sword hilt, a man is really a fragile thing." At this time, Calabis finally heard that the Greek voice of the leader of the messengers, who had lost his iron-masked armor, was a neat woman's voice.

In the moonlight, the person opposite was clearly a heroic girl with waterfall-like fiery red hair, snow-white complexion, and gazelle-like eyes, wearing fish-scale armor on her upper body, short skirts and long boots on her lower body, and looked at Kalabis who was picked up by herself with disdain.

At this moment, Calabis felt that his feet were not touching the ground, and he was dangling on the ground, and he stretched his toes hard, but he still could not touch the ground.

The man who was 1.75 meters tall was held in the air by a woman in armor who was less than 1.7 meters tall.

The night breeze was blowing, and Calabis was still in mid-air, his feet swaying and swaying

"There's a bit of noise in the wind tonight." Calabis said slowly with tears streaming down his eyes.

The red-haired leader probably got annoyed, and finally threw Calabis to the ground, and then snorted, walked to a tree opposite, pulled out her chain axe, and then the tall and short ones walked together, and they all took off their cloaks and visors, all of them were women, and the one holding the iron rod was a pair of ** black-haired ponytails, which were three and a half feet tall (about one meter eight); One is a blonde man with a lot of pigtails, a thin body, and a pair of deep and secluded eyes.

"Queen Helenputina, this man sees our countenance and can kill him." After the blonde finished speaking, he raised his Scythian bow and aimed it at Karabis, who was sitting on the ground.

Suddenly, Calabis felt how kind and benevolent Adiana was.

"Elkapa, what a pity. Let me cut off his hands and feet and keep them for seeds. The black-haired, ponytailed-haired ** strange woman, said heartily, and then drew her saber and walked towards Calabis, like a rural housewife looking at a wind chicken on a chopping board.

"Stop, Ella, we still need him for the time being, the woman the master wanted, was taken away by unknown assailants, and he is the woman's attendant slave, keep him." The red-haired Helenputina said lightly, then layered the chain axe back onto her belt.

The three women tied Calabis into a dumpling, put it on horseback, and chased after Adiana's ruts. Calabis was face down, all covered in blood, and with all his might, he shouted in Greek: "Don't you wait for the triad to go together?" ”

All he answered was the whistling wind in his ears.

Queen Helenputina, and two other murderous women, if Calabis guessed correctly, they are the most mysterious tribe of warriors in ancient times, who live in the deep forests between the shores of the Black Sea and the mountains of the Caucasus, the Amazons. But they weren't wiped out by Hercules in the legend, it seems that the legend is the legend, the pit is not shallow, I was harmed by their means today, it seems that now this mysterious tribe was hired by the governor of the Bosphorus, Marcha.

After some time, Helenputina jumped off her horse and threw Calabis to the ground, and Calabis rolled twice, her head up, and she saw the vague stars among the tall trees, and the full moon that was yellow and a little red, and it seemed that the female devils were tired of tracking and were going to stop and rest.

Then he heard the rapid gasps of the Amazon queen beside him, and some of them, some of them, the coquettish appearance of Calabis turned his face sideways, and saw that the other side was a little flushed, and he clutched his heaving chest uneasily, as if he was extremely tired. The other two also jumped off their horses, and the little blond-haired Elkapa, looked up at the red moon in the night sky, and with his eyebrows locked, he supported Helenputina, who was kneeling on the ground, and asked, "The will of the goddess Diana has come to the head of the queen of our tribe again, and it is fate." ”

Helenputina's small nose was covered with fine beads of sweat, and she nodded with difficulty, indicating that she agreed with Al Kapa's opinion, and gritted her white teeth, "Damn, Weishenme, it was at this time that there was a red full moon"

"Don't doubt Diana, Helenputina, this is a revelation of the Red Moon, and if you don't respect it, the clan will be damned!" Ella shouted, at a loud voice.

"No way!" Helenputina, with a look of great determination, turned her head and stared at Calabis with her radiant eyes.

Calabis was bound hand and foot, looking like a Nahan, and then Helenputina was deflated again, "Is it necessary to use this lowly man for the sacrifice?" Weishenme is not a hero, Weishenme is not a noble, Weishenme is not a king? But a slave! ”

"But now it's too late to go to the bazaar of Gelgarion in the Caucasus and look for it again!" Al Capa suggested.

"Hurry up, didn't Goddess Diana also choose a hunter?" Ella was getting impatient.

Damn, the sacrifice, this is similar to the Aztec "living sacrifice ritual", used to please the goddess of these Amazonian warriors, Diana, the goddess of hunting and harvesting. That's right, these barbaric and unbelievable things, the former Calabis, or Li Bida, a linguistics student at X University, were not disdainful at all, but now he believes it all, in this wild shijie, nothing is impossible. And Helenputina's dissatisfaction with him as a sacrifice is also understandable to Calabis, just like the Aztec human sacrifice, the people who were killed to sacrifice to the heavens, are noble and voluntary outstanding people, but they are just slaves, thinking of this, Calabis feels a little sorry for Helenputina.

But the situation didn't allow him to think so much, and Ella walked over, first slowly untying Calabis's rope, "I beg you, let me be happy then." "This is what Calabis Zuihou requested.

Ella patted Calabis on the shoulder, causing his bones to nearly shatter and agreed. Then Ella dragged Calabis's feet one by one, and dragged him upside down, and Calabis's head rubbed against the dead leaves on the ground, "I'm about to die, and I've traveled to this Shijie's life, and it's over in such a daze?" "Thinking about it, thinking of Adiana, thinking of Poti, thinking of Demetrius, thinking of Lucuras, and even thinking of Hebrida, tears flowed uncontrollably.

When she got to a place where several trees were close to her, Ella looked at it, stretched Calabis's limbs into a "big" shape, and tied each hand and foot to a tree root, then Ella took out her saber, threw it, and caught it again, Calabis's heart tightened, his eyes closed, and his hand grasped the rope tied to it tightly, "It's over, it's over."

"Stab" sound.

Ay! Calabis raised his eyes and looked down, and instead of his chest and belly, Ella had cut open his clothes