Getting used to short-term pain can be exchanged for long-lasting glory and tenacity.

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At this moment, it seems that the whole world is spinning non-stop. His ears were ringing, his eyes were dizzy, and he was trapped in this powerful pain.

Aaron's fingers clasped tightly on the raised rock in the stone wall, trying to balance his body.

The stone walls of the cave seemed to be squeezing from all sides, causing him to be oppressed. It makes the eyes seem to be covered with a layer of water, and everything looks like a blur.

In the swelling and pain of the blood vessels, the unspeakable pain was like a poison ivy binding Aaron, unable to move a single cent.

After a few moves, Aaron's feet were roughly the same width apart as his shoulders.

But because the brain can't control the body, it loses its balance.

That feeling, like the tip of a sharp knife, plunged into the heart, in the darkness in front of him, Aaron seemed to not know how to hold on, slowly "plopped", and fell to the cries of the Spartan warriors.

Aaron couldn't remember what happened next, but he remembered that the time was flowing through his trembling fingertips.

Like a silent file, painful and slow.

From falling into a coma in intense pain, and then waking up from a coma, Aaron gradually woke up, and Aaron found that the sky at this time had slightly revealed proteins.

The whites of his pale cyan eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept for a long time.

The silver pupils were exposed, and the eyes that looked around were embedded in the shriveled eyes, and the eyelashes stained with dust blinked slightly, as if recalling everything that happened last night.

In the process of reorganizing his thoughts, Aaron walked to the entrance of the cave, puffed up his chest that was becoming more and more hard, and looked up to see that the clouds seemed to be deliberately gathered in the sky, as if soaked in blood, showing a faint red.

Looking directly at the clouds in the sky, Aaron's gaze became sharper than ever.

"It's amazing and abrupt. It was a painful and hazy experience. Aaron summed it up this way.

The slightly bulging chest under his eyes and the bulging muscles of his arms all made him feel a sense of strength in his body as a 'wall'.

"Compared to the past, it seems to be an illusion, and I didn't feel this power before, as if it was because of the lack of a focal point."

If you want to talk about this experience, it is different from what it has been before. An example can be given:

A person, standing in the open ground with his hands pushed forward, cannot feel the strength of his arms no matter what.

However, if there is a wall in front of you, when you push the wall harder, the power of every part of your body can be felt.

Now, Aaron can fully appreciate that there is such an abundant power to 'push the wall', which is always filling and flowing in his body.

There is no doubt that after a night, the muscle strength and flexibility of all parts of Aaron's body have been enhanced like never before.

This is undoubtedly a real change.

"Is this the effect of the Spartan King Commander 2 stars?" Aaron couldn't help but ask questions in his heart.

"Then, the source of this set of data must start with the blood sacrifice of the high-ranking divine servant Nosica. In other words, it was all a gift from the temple and Ares, the god of war. ”

Look down at your arms with both eyes, watch your biceps slowly contract, and feel the slight vibration brought by the explosive force of the muscles.

More than once in Aaron's mind, he thought of the holy face of Nosica, a high-ranking divine servant. and the idol of Ares, the god of war, in the temple.

All of this, in his mind, became more and more solemn in an instant. This majesty is probably half due to the worship of miraculous things.

Half of it comes from the depths of Aaron's heart, the awe of what he can't understand, even the gods in the dark!

Looking down, he saw the corpses of more than a dozen bear people who had been brutally executed in the cave.

Aaron tugged at the corners of his mouth and let out a helpless wry smile. "It seems that the advice of the Spartan elders is sometimes not so wise."

On the training ground, Aaron listened to the elders' advice and omitted a piece of training.

Every Spartan, from his childhood to his youth training, had to learn to endure the whipping.

The scourging was so severe that their coarse cloth and short garments were beaten into strips of cloth until their shoulders were scarred and bloody.

"No one is perfect, everyone has weaknesses, and even the king of Sparta should be scourged and develop an unwavering endurance in the face of pain."

Having Helot wield the whip of depravity would ennoble the youth of Sparta and possess great endurance.

Only in this way, when you are in the ranks, no matter what you face, can you stand still.

"Getting used to this short-term pain can be exchanged for long-lasting glory and tenacity."

"Fear of death and turning a blind eye to pain is the only way to keep a cool head and decisive judgment."

The Spartans taught their children in this way.

There is no doubt that only those who can endure the whipping with the most tenacity of courage will be elected to the phalanx.

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In the morning, a milky white mist fills the blood-stained Grand Canyon, and although the sun is not yet visible, it exudes the smell of the sun beginning to burn.

Compared to the sultry canyon, the valley in the early morning seems to be a different world.

Soaked in a slight fragrance, the night rain washed away the fragrance of flowers and plants, and with the wind, it drifted into the pores of Aaron's every breath. After washing the fatigue of last night, the refreshing and ethereal temperament, looking at the past, makes his body seem to always have a sense of tranquility and mystery.

"My king! We found the exotic woman, and she was still alive. ”

As Kratos' tall figure moved to the side, Aaron's eyes revealed a terrifying coldness in his heart.

In front of his eyes, a woman lying on a shield appeared.

In her slightly swollen eyelids, there are two withered pupils. It's like a candle on a rainy night, shining with a bleak and cold light.

Aaron remembered that she had been dressed as a 'Wild Female Warrior' before, which was very seductive, but now she didn't expect to be embarrassed.

Looking at the past at a glance, a large area of skin on her body is exposed, which can basically be described as unclothed.

Seven long twisted braids, unnaturally scattered, stained with blood.

The four eyes met, and Aaron's deep, cold, reserved, sunken eyes were like the gaze of the lean bird of prey. The reflection of the data was enough to give Aaron a reason to execute Shoix.

And Aaron intends to put it into action.

As his body brushed shoulders with Kratos, the Spartan sword he drew casually shone with a layer of sharp reflection in the light.

At that moment, Shujiu's eyes suddenly opened, and he stared straight at Aaron's cheeks, as if he had lost his voice, as if he was numb, unable to speak, and had no strength.

"There is no need to quibble, the real thoughts in your head have betrayed you. Now, please give me a reason not to kill you. ”

Aaron's eyebrows were thick and long, and his eyes shone with a calming glow that could be exuded by silver pupils. It can be seen that he is absolutely down.

On the other hand, the anger on Shu Jiu's face, because of this cold and clear voice, made her languid again.

The sword in Aaron's hand shook a few times, and a whistling sound slashed through the air.

Fear looms over his face, and there is a trembling of death, confusion like the edge of the abyss, and a kind of disbelief on his face.

If one can see through the minds of others, then such a miracle should be terrifying.

"Reinhardt, Augustus, Silver Eyes, Sparta, Miracles......"

and other chaotic words, changing in Shu Jiu's mind, compressing the air around her body into an infinite fear, deeply besieged.

The pressure, combined with the lethargy, silence, and consciousness that dawned on her, made her heart cold.

She swallowed two or three mouthfuls of saliva, as if her throat was dry, and as if she was making the last and hardest choice.

“…… Help me reclaim the throne of the Horde, and I will lead the Berserker Alliance to your allegiance! - King of Sparta! ”

If even life is going to be lost, what is there not to lose?

Saying this sentence in person made Shu Jiu's heart sink as if it was filled with cold lead.

Next, she didn't wait for Aaron's answer, her body collapsed from excessive blood loss, and after just a few spasms, she fell into a coma again.

"Target, Spartan spy, 10 stars for espionage and 7 stars for language proficiency. Personal charisma, this person has mixed feelings for Sparta, but for the sake of personal pursuit, she chooses to be loyal to Sparta. ”

As the data refreshed, Aaron's eyes sank deeply, as if they were about to sink.

However, it glows with a sparkling tenacious brilliance, as if it were two stars that will never be extinguished.

An hour later.

The slaves marching on the plains, as well as the supplies on the backs of pack beasts, like a long dragon, 9 tribes of wanderers, as mentioned in the previous description, as long as the green bear warriors come forward, they can be easily conquered in the name of the rulers of the canyons and plains.

At this point, the rulers of the canyons and plains will no longer be the bear chieftain tribe, but the barbarian continent, a new power - the Spartan city-state.

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(This month is relatively generous, and there will be occasional outbreaks.) Well, starting tomorrow, let's guarantee two shifts a day. I would like your recommendation vote support! ）;