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As a result, the eunuchs were ridiculed and insulted by the soldiers, who shouted at the palace, apparently to Mithridates that he was a dying man who had such unrealistic illusions that he would go beyond the Roman shijie and ask for help from a distant barbarian kingdom. After saying this, the soldiers took their swords, pressed the tax collectors and eunuchs down the steps, killed them one by one, and cut off their heads, and the soldiers hated these men the most, and always thought that their rewards and salaries had been swallowed up by these people, and the correct decision of the officers, under the bewitchment of these people, was vetoed by Mithridates, and the slaughter continued until the blood flowed all over the ground and the streets in front of the palace.

A group of officers then approached Achillus and Achilles, two respected generals of Pontus, who had been barricaded by soldiers on a tower and were not allowed to move freely, and now the officers, holding a crown of reeds, cried out for either of them to succeed the ruler of Pontus and negotiate peace with the Romans.

Both generals were terrified, and they did not dare to openly betray Mithridates or disobey the rebel army, but they stood on the towers and pleaded incessantly, saying that they would wait for the ruling of the king of Pontus and actively send people to make peace with Pompey.

The soldiers were impatient, and they first raided the houses and carried the furniture and trees of the inhabitants to the windowsills and doorways of the palace of Marcha, claiming that if Mithridates did not reply, they would set fire to the old fellow, who was almost seventy years old, and burned him to death.

A few loyal eunuchs and servants were panicking and blocking the doors and windows with planks and sandbags. And nailed to death with iron nails. so that immediately when the soldiers set fire. It was all in vain to try to stop the spread of the fire, but the temperature had risen in the spring, and the weather had become very dry after some period of rain.

In the main hall of the palace with four rows of caryatids, Mithridatis' fat and tall body lies under a throne encrusted with jewels, and he counts the letters of his life one by one. There were with his sister, with his daughter, with his son, and with the princess, and at his feet were the corpses of the concubines and eunuchs who had been given the poison which he had made with his own hands, and these people thanked the king one by one for his kindness before drinking the poison, and that he could give them the opportunity to be buried, far away. Marcha's corpse, which had begun to decompose, was still lying in place. Flies and maggots have taken over most of the corners of the body.

"Biduzta, you don't have to take these things, my saber Alto Ricus will also entrust you with the custody of these letters, just leave it to Pompey or some other Roman, anyway, they will write my biography in the future, a thief who has fought against Rome for decades, even if Zuihou ends up like this, there are a few strokes worth writing about, isn't it?" Mithridates got up, took the letter to the bookcase, and placed them neatly, and then removed several long-waisted bottles from them, and then held the side of the bookcase with one hand, and poured the poison from the bottles into his mouth with the other.

"Also, my friend Biduita, Adiana's affairs have also been entrusted to you, it would be better for her to be an ordinary person in the future, the empire has perished with my death, she has no need to shoulder any extra responsibilities, I hope that the guy named Calabis who was almost emasculated by me before can live up to her trust and find something. Return, too, to Kathala, with my sword, for I have no other gift for you. ”

Soon, the poison attacked, but although Mithridates' face turned blue and twitched in pain, his strong and poisonous body was still instinctively preventing the poison from spreading to his heart and brain, and he shouted: "Weishenme In my previous life, I would hone my body to such a point that I could change twelve horses in one night, gallop a thousand stadias, and when I was a teenager I devoured a lot of poisonous food sent by the enemy in the dense forest, and I would make my own antidote, It makes my body more and more resistant to poison, and now these can hurt me! With that, in order to hasten the onset of poison and let himself die as soon as possible, Mithridates began to run around the pile of corpses, limping through the main hall of the palace, hoping that the boiling blood would make him die quickly, but round and round, the old man still could not die.

Zuihou, he couldn't stand it anymore, the soldiers were already noisy and lit a fire outside, he could only ask Bidita who was holding the sword of Ottolicus, "Oh my God, the right hand of Abona, I once ruled such a vast land, from Silesia to the Bosphorus, and now I actually look so stupid, I have eaten so many anti-poisons before, and now I can't even die happily, now I still ask you to do it, do a good job, let me avoid the shame of appearing in Rome with chains in triumph." When he had finished speaking, he looked at Biduita, who was slowly approaching him with his sword, looked up at the magnificent dome of the palace, listened to the shouts outside, and said to himself: "I have prevented all poison from the food to the mouth, but I have also neglected the deadliest poison, which can be found in every room of the palace, and that is the treachery of my children, friends, concubines, and soldiers. ”

Then, Biduza's sword stabbed him in the neck like lightning, and without any pain, he collapsed and died in a torrent of blood.

Adiana woke up from a nightmare, her eyes still rolling rapidly, her face covered in cold sweat, her long hair wet, and then she jumped barefoot from the couch, and several of the eunuchs who had been thrown at the time on the Acropolis, now her attendants (whom Calabis had appointed to take care of), hurriedly followed her with her shoes and coats.

In the aisle of the temple, Adiana ran barefoot at a rapid pace, until at the door she held on to the pillars, and saw a group of soldiers and officers who had just returned to the city in the small square opposite, such as Shanghai Brida, were boasting to Calabis about their gains, and the eternal low-ranking centurion held up a golden eagle with a golden leaf ring on his feet, and said that this was how he had obtained the spoils of a fierce battle with the remnants of the Bronze Shield Army-more than three years ago, the Eighth "Unicorn" Legion abandoned it to Mithridates after a crushing defeat in the snowfields of Rikdania, Now I finally let my brother pay it back.

"Why, this must be worth five thousand drachmas!" Boasting is boasting, but now the tone of Hebrida is not as arrogant as before, and after Arminius is gone, he understands a truth: it is better to survive and receive a proper reward than anything else.

Before Calabis could answer, Adiana rushed down the steps and hugged Calabis amid the boos of the onlookers, "My father is dead!" My father is dead! Now we have to use the Eagle Banner of the Eighth Regiment that we have captured. (To be continued......)