God-given trade may be a gift from the god of war. Only with awe can this fireworks shine.

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Two hours later, in the midst of the crowd and sound waves, Kratos' message came from Aaron's ears, "My king, all the goods are loaded. All ships are about to lift anchor! ”

The God-given trade is about to begin, and there are no words of excitement or exhaustion. The only feeling is doubt.

"What kind of scene will it be like to pass through that cloud curtain vortex?" A pair of silver eyes are always radiant, and the sharp gaze that does not let go of anything shines with the same desire to stop thinking.

On the shore, the god of war priest Nosica and a pair of maidens walked side by side, hurrying, talking and laughing, they were immersed in the radiance of the gods, showing impatience.

Watching them step briskly and quickly, Aaron couldn't find a sense of steadiness. Travel back and forth from one dimension to another, trading. It's an unbelievable thing, even though it has a 'God-given' aura. Aaron still had to consider Sparta's only god of war sacrifice to keep Nosica safe.

With Aaron's nod and Kratos' order, the young lunge general took the lead, leading about 200 Zhurong female archers, avoiding the sight of most people, and rushing onto the boat from the other side of the big ship of light and shadow.

These brave female warriors of the Zhurong tribe are all carefully selected marksmen.

They haunt the dense forests of the Splitting Mountain Waterfall, and even in the Zhurong tribe, few warriors can match their lightning agility, and Aaron has appointed them as the guardians of the god of war to sacrifice Nosica.

"My king, as a diplomat of Sparta, I will live up to my mission for the hard-won God-given trade!"

Before leaving, the only diplomat elder in Sparta, a pair of light blue eyes slightly bulged out, forming a plane with the eye sockets, because of the rush of heart, his eyes showed toughness and determination. If you look closely, you can see that above the other person's eyes, there are two slightly raised shiny lines, and sparse eyebrows.

Correspondingly, Aaron's black eyebrows, which are raised as high as the two sword blades, and the deep and decisive eyes under the black eyebrows, are even more tenacious.

"I'm here with Sparta, waiting for your good news!" Aaron's palm gently patted the diplomat's elder's shoulder, and the skin on the back of his hand could be seen to be very fair, and the green veins were faintly visible.

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The diplomat elder ascended to the deck, and the moment the ship lifted anchor, a charred cloud like broken cotton wool appeared in the sky, and it became dark and chaotic.

The sea breeze sometimes blows the sails off, but without the wind, the ship cannot sail far.

It's just that the wind blew a little imposingly, and the black man, who stayed on the shore, was unsteady on his feet, and had to hold on to the stake so that he would not be blown into the sea. The wind could blow a hut into the Dead Sea like a matchbox.

Immediately after, a strange sight appeared in front of Aaron's eyes, a huge ship of light and shadow sat like a giant in the mountains, with a serene expression and a solemn appearance. It doesn't need to be manually paddled, and it works naturally.

As for the sudden appearance of this unique sea breeze, it is a bit ruthless. It roared like a lion, as if it was about to tear the universe apart. The waters of the Dead Sea cascade back and forth like a waterfall.

Finally, because of some kind of force. In Kratos's vision, the infantry general Xianli and 200 Zhurong female archers fell into the sea like dumplings.

"Help!" Seeing this scene in his eyes made Aaron's face change slightly.

Zhurong tribe - Xianli.

According to the tradition of the Zhurong tribe, 'Xian' is just a surname, and 'Li' is his first name.

The moment the hull of the ship began to operate, like other female archers, his feet were inexplicably empty, and Xianli suddenly felt a force pull his entire body down. It was as if the deck under your feet had been sucked away in an instant.

Falling into the churning Dead Sea, his body is getting heavier and heavier, and Xianli realizes that he is drowning! He desperately tried to get rid of it, but to no avail. He opened his mouth and shouted, but immediately his nose, mouth, ear canal, and eyes were filled with seawater, and he was pressed into the depths like a sponge...... After that, he didn't remember anything, and when he woke up, he was already lying on the shores of the Dead Sea.

After counting the number of people, it was found that ten Zhurong female archers were swept away by the sea breeze and the whirlpool, which was like a warning.

Watching the calm Dead Sea continue to churn, the hazy shadow of the white sailing ship sailed smoothly and entered the center of the vortex surrounded by the cloud curtain one after another, giving Aaron a new understanding of the 'God-given trade'.

"God's gift of trade may be the gift of the god of war. Only with awe can this fireworks shine. I believe that the god of war will protect Nosica! ”

Aaron tugged at the corners of his mouth, finally letting go of his doubts. Stretch his face, so that he is white, and the contours of his nose and lips are very thoughtful and delicate.

But Aaron doesn't seem to be alone in this sense of awe of the unknown.

"It's not a force of nature, and the Dead Sea has never been so crazy in my memory."

Xianli's father, Xianshan, the patriarch of the Zhurong tribe, muttered a whisper from his mouth. The relentless scratching of the years has made that face wrinkled and deep, like cracked earth.

And witnessing the changes in the wind and clouds, the unbelievable scene made him hold an attitude of 'awe' and look at Aaron with a different kind of gaze.

Seventy-year-old Xianshan, in his cloudy eyes, swayed a clear blue ripple, as if in old age, found his life, as well as the beginning of the Zhurong tribe.

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As the sun slowly descends, it is bright and dazzling, and the sea and sky are suddenly sprinkled with golden light.

The last ship of light and shadow entered the whirlpool, and the surface of the Dead Sea returned to calm from churning, and all the clouds and whirlpools disappeared.

It's as if nothing just happened before.

As time passed, the sunset on the horizon hung like a soft fireball on the edge of the sea and the sky.

Maybe it was because it had been hanging for too long, but I saw it sink slowly, and as soon as it reached the surface of the sea, it came to a steady stop, but this was not a good sign for Aaron.

Because the next moment, the sunset may disappear.

"Look there, my king, - it's Kurush!"

There was still half an hour to go, and following the direction of Kratos's raised hand finally made Aaron's slightly regretful heart beat again.

To the west of the Spartan Plain, a cloud of dust rose in the distance.

In Aaron's vision, there is probably a team of thousands of bear people, running the plains. And the general scouts sent out earlier had also taken the lead in entering Sparta.