Adaena was stunned, she struggled to her feet with her slender arms, and touched her swollen and bleeding cheeks, only to realize that it was not a dream—her father was indeed beating her.

Tears of terror and pain poured out of her small mouth and nose, salty and bitter, and her vision blurred, but Mithridates went on, grabbed her long, beautiful and fluffy chestnut hair, pulled her up alive, and opened her bow from side to side, so that she wailed and fell to the floor again, "Aren't these tears from pain?" Mithridates roared, "Good girl, your greatest mistake is to take me for your father, and ignore my other identity, the king of the Black Sea Country, and you have not taken the king's warnings to heart, it was you and Philip who conspired to kill my son. I shouldn't have let this bastard chase Marcha back in the first place. ”

Lying on the ground, her hair was messy and her mouth and nose were bleeding, but Adiana laughed, "Yes, all this is my plan, I induced Philip to kill my brother-in-law, the two brothers are as stupid and ridiculous as his sister, they are full of thought that by killing Marcha and your father, and then marrying me, they will surrender to Pompey, keep their territory and title, and become the successor of Pontus, but they underestimate the Mithra family, which has an innate beastly nobility and alertness that is by no means comparable to that of the descendants of the pauper's play." After saying that, Adiana gritted her teeth and stood up, laughed hard, and said to her father, "How? Father, I am qualified to be the successor of this empire. ”

Mithridates stroked Adiana's hair with a serious expression, then untied her and removed all the little golden crowns of her mother, Manime. He shoved her out of the hall. "You are no longer the princess of Pontus. Without the Golden Crown, you will be nothing, Adiana, and you will drift further and further down the path of error. This little crown made your mother a concubine, made you a princess, and now it makes you an ordinary woman in the city of Pontica Bion, and the wheel of fortune is always turning. It's natural and secure for you to go up to the crown, but it's not necessarily the case when you go down. ”

With her long hair and face covered in blood and dust, Adiana looked at her father in disbelief, but she quickly pointed at her father and shouted: "Father, I have been doing my best for the Empire, believe me, only I can save this kingdom!" See what else you have? You're old and deaf, and now just let me walk out of this palace gate. At the sound of an order, my new model army will immediately surround it. You will have to surrender the throne of the throne. ”

Mithridates on the other side smiled disdainfully, then sat upright on the throne, spread his hands, and said, "Adiana, when you lose the title of Mithra family, see what else you can do?" Get out, and save me the need to expel you with my own hands, and call your new model army to surround and coerce me, or find whoever you feel you can rely on, if you can, of course. ”

In the early spring sun, Adiana stumbled and touched the pillars of the palace and walked down the street, she stood a little dazed in the flying dust, a lot of filthy things walked in front of her, cows, horses, poultry, untouchables, slaves, etc., with all kinds of strange eyes, looking at her irreverently, her heart was empty, she had never been so afraid, even when she was captured and reduced to military slavery by Roman soldiers in the palace of Calaby, she was still proud, because she deeply believed that even if the situation changed, But she will always be the daughter of Mithridates and Manime, the princess of Pontus with maroon hair and eyes, and her crown is worn not only on her head, but also in her soul and blood.

Now, her crown has fallen to the mud......

A group of new model soldiers, whom she had built herself, walked down the street in the direction where she stood, and she took two steps forward mechanically, but the group of soldiers walked past her with blank faces, and no one noticed her situation, but it was not disrespectful at all, but she was completely ignored.

"I'm not Adiana anymore, not anymore!" Adiana was dejected, and bumped into a stall, the black-toothed stall owner, probably a Scythian, laughed obscenely, grabbed her hand and shouted something, she was frightened and frightened, and hurriedly broke free, only to have her thin butterfly sleeves also pulled away, and her long hair fluttered, and she ran away frantically, and her father's words still echoed in her ears, "Or go find anyone you feel you can rely on."

"Amphorae." This rough black and ugly image, but instantly filled the entire head, making her full of pain, she leaned down and gasped hard, the enamel gold pendant swinging around her neck attracted her attention, she lifted this thing, the liquid inside was still shaking, and the liliang sense in it clearly made her feel, "What are you afraid of, three years ago in the Calabi Palace, you have already died once, and now there is nothing on this shijie that is worth you to die for it, Adiana, you can die for yourself." ”

"Her Royal Highness." As Adiana hesitated as to what to decide, Achilles, the commander of the Pontus Navy, stood in front of her and summoned her.

The clammy sea breeze swept in her face, and her head cleared a little, and it was confirmed that her position was in front of the Temple of Io, near the large pier of Ponticabion, and she looked at Achilles in a daze, not knowing what to say.

On the acropolis, Roman soldiers were violently throwing javelins and stones, which of course were of little use to the sandbag-bound wooden shacks of the Acacayans, who had reached the foot of the city walls.

"Calabis, it's too late for you to regret it now, as long as this thing." After the battlements, Pop beside the legion's envoy held up a clay pot with holes, and several holes were large triangular iron nails, "which are full of rice and asphalt, in fact, if you throw this thing at that wooden shed, the iron nails will penetrate the sandbags, and the oil will drip into the wooden shed pipes and continue to burn - we can burn this thing to the ground in one day." ”

"But we will also die here because of the lack of food, and now the only hope for the whole advance team is in the Acayans, and all the soldiers of Kan will be gathered behind this wall and stand by. If it is true that the Acayans have deceived me into using this wooden shed pipe to dig down the walls, we must not allow the Pontic army to enter easily through this gap. Calabis said.

At night, the wooden hut pipes of the Acajas made a fierce beating sound, and the Romans at the head of the city condensed their breath, and all the swords behind the walls were drawn, even if they were hungry, they were ready for a desperate battle.

Over there, the pounding of the inner wall of the pipe intensified. (End of Volume II) (To be continued......)