Persian Empire, province of Satis, at the junction of the plain of Morris and the mountain of Sisipersius.

It's a vastness.

In the evening, when the sun is half buried in the distant mountains, and the fiery clouds like silk are in the vast expanse of the world, and the distant shepherds sing unknown tunes, nature paints this picture with a touch of desolation.

At the foot of the mountain, a lonely tomb is lonely, there is no monument in front of the tomb, but a broken sword and the tomb, alone in front, it has seen countless sunrises and sunsets in the past ten years, drenched in torrential rains, sunsets, shepherds have rested here, bards have stopped, Moorish people who live far away have passed by it, no matter how time passes, it still stands there straight, never falls, never wavers, just as the original oath.

Now it no longer has the sharpness of its youth, its lower half bordering the earth has long since decayed, it is like an old man, dying, and its body is full of dust brought by the wind.

But it just won't give in, it won't waver, it won't leave.

Twenty years ago, she left in the dust, waited for ten years, and finally disappeared, these ten years of loneliness, no one to tell, maybe only her.

In front of it stood a woman who had stepped out of a picturesque landscape.

The tall figure is covered with a suit of black leather armor and scarred on it.

Her long, ink-splashed hair fluttered gently in the evening breeze, like a black butterfly dancing in the darkness of the night.

Her skin was fair but full of a sickly paleness, her face was beautiful but gloomy, the sides of her face were very thin and skinny, which made her look evil and wild, the slightly deeper eyebrow bones made her eyes full and deep, her nose was straight and full of beauty, and her red lips were of moderate thickness.

She is full of noble and cold aura, but it is mixed with fatality and temptation.

She is an independent and aggressive being.

"It's been twenty years, and he hasn't come back." A neutral and distinctively feminine voice sounded.

No one answered, only the whimper of the wind.

"Maybe he'll never come back." There is also a resentment in the coldness that is difficult to eliminate.

"His oath is not yet complete, and his sword is about to break." Her feminine gaze stared at the broken sword, a little distracted, and a memory that she so much disliked came to her mind, and it stands to reason that she should have buried this memory here as long ago as this lonely grave.

The slender fingers closed to the palm, and then clenched tightly, the whole person was like a black rose growing on the edge of a high cliff, with a black mystery and arrogance, the corners of the mouth were raised, and the gloomy face showed an evil smile, and the evil spirit was overwhelming.

Then she took a lonely step with her straight and slender thighs, stretched out a jade hand and pulled out the long sword that had stood in front of the tomb for more than ten years, her smart nails gently scratched every trace of it, and she rubbed the sword body with nostalgia, her deep eyes were full of nostalgia, and then gradually calmed down.

"My guardian knight, hum."

She showed disdain and resentment, as well as a sense of distance that ordinary people could not touch.

"I will decapitate him with this sword and bring his head to this place, my sister, Hratia, this is your last wish before you die."

The wind seemed to blow louder and stronger, and the whole world echoed with the whimper of the wind and the desolate song of the shepherds in the distance.

She didn't stop and turned and walked into the distance, where a horse and a few of her attendants leaned over their horses.

"General, we have breached the island of Delos and captured more than 10,000 Athenian soldiers and a large number of Greeks."

She didn't seem to hear, but looked back at the lonely grave in the darkness, put her sword between her waist, and drove her horse forward alone.

The attendant who spoke looked at her again and reminded her again, and she turned her head and smiled softly, but the words were chilling.

"Kill, give the head to Greece."

"General! That's more than 10,000 Athenian soldiers and tens of thousands of Greeks, who can be our slaves, and His Majesty Xerxes has long been dissatisfied with your actions. "The attendant was a young and handsome looking man.

"Oh?" Her tone changed, and some kind of inexplicable flame danced in her black eyes without a trace of impurities, and she drove the horse close to the retinue who was bowing her head and speaking, stretched out an index finger like a peeling onion root and picked up the retinue's chin, and said in a tone full of temptation but extremely cold: "What else did Xerxes say? ”

Although the tone was disrespectful, the entourage was silent, only the attendant who spoke was still not afraid of death and looked directly at the person in front of him, the turban on his head was soaked with sweat, and he remembered the fame of this noble and cold female general in front of him in Persia.

The poisonous scorpion is hearty, ruthless and decisive.

But he still followed the task given to him by Xerxes when he set out in his heart, and said tremblingly: "No...... Not...... Yes. ”

Then, in his frightened eyes, a dagger cut off his head, her snow-white face was splashed with a few drops of Yin Hong's blood, her smile was full of inexplicable excitement and madness, and then she played with him for a while like a work of art, and finally gently put him on the ground and rode away.

A young ferret looked at her departing figure with some curiosity, its hair was as white as snow, there was not a single stray hair on its body, its black eyes were extremely pure, its cute little head was low, it didn't know what it was thinking, it was a little puzzled, and then it happily jumped and ran in the direction of the tomb, in a very secret place on the mountain next to the tomb, where it was home.

The air still echoed with the last words of the female general, and the white bones exposed by the wind-blown weeds in this land.

"No one can question me, not even Xerxes!"

……

And at this time, the city of Sparta.

After receiving information from Mages, Feng Chen lay in the field outside Sparta, for a whole day, without eating or drinking water, as for Mages, now go to the deep well to fish, maybe he will be fatter than before.

Mages' intelligence was undoubtedly the worst news he had ever heard for Feng Chen.

The Persian Empire soldiers were divided into two routes, and the 500,000 troops led by Xerxes marched south from the Persian Empire, and were about to reach the Demobili Pass, which was the Thermopylae Pass, and now in the whole of Greece, except for the Athenians, the other city-states were still singing and dancing, and they were drunk every day, and they had no idea of resisting at all, and even some small city-states were already planning to submit to Persia.

The second way, the navy, commanded by Artemisia, is about to arrive in Marathon, and Xerxes has a man who has been hidden in black robes for many years, according to Mages, he is an oracle with incredible power, which makes the already difficult Battle of Thermopylae even more difficult.

Among them, Artemisia is the commander of the navy, which is one of the worst news for Feng Chen, the lock that he feared the most when he left, has been opened, and it releases a bloodthirsty, murderous and decisive goddess of revenge, Feng Chen does not recall what he said when he comforted her on the Talos slave ship.

"Do you really have to flatten Greece to appease your anger? Artemisia. Feng Chen muttered to himself, looking to the east.

There is also news that Feng Chen did not expect, the Holy Daughter of Angela Heratia has returned to the arms of God ten years ago, which makes Feng Chen's originally bad mood even worse, he cursed a few words, a tyranny from his heart, and there is nowhere to vent.

"Heratia......"

Standing up and wandering aimlessly, staring at the moonlight, he thought that Heratia's moonlit aria he would never forget for the rest of his life.

Suddenly depressed, Feng Chen's eyes lit up, and he burst out with a look of hope, didn't he still exist?

"Exists, can Heratia be resurrected?" Feng Chen asked urgently.

"Copying Helatia requires 1000 mission points."

At 1000 points, the dust seal turned from hope to bitterness, but soon it was uplifted again, and 1,000 mission points were not hopeless.

"Copy is a copy of Heratia's body, memory is a copy of the soul."

"That means you can only copy a body like Heratia, and then copy her previous memories into the body?" Feng Chen frowned, in this way, the resurrection is only a stranger who looks the same as Heratia but has a different soul, Feng Chen wants to resurrect the real Heratia, not a replica with only a shell and no soul.

"Existence, is there a way to resurrect completely?"

"It takes 10,000 quest points to resurrect completely, but the soul still can't be resurrected." Existence said coldly.

"Why!"

"Heratia's soul has dissipated, and there is no further authority for the existence of this world."

"How do I get further permissions?" Feng Chen was a little puzzled, he couldn't give up this hope.

"The host can only open the world for further permissions after completing this main quest."

Feng Chen nodded silently, his eyes full of determination, "Heratia, wait for me, I will definitely reunite your dissipated soul." ”

And now, the top priority is to solve the two tumors of Ephialt and Theron, Epheal Alt himself can't find it, but in the plot he appears in the hot springs, and when the time comes, he will be dealt with, and Theron will always be in Spartan.

"Theron." Feng Chen's eyes were cold, and solving Theron was undoubtedly a huge obstacle to solving the queen's lobbying of the Council of Elders, and whether Sparta could mobilize all of them at that time depended on the queen's lobbying.

Because, tomorrow Leodanis, he will rush to Hot Springs Pass with 300 elites, and he must accompany him, as for the side task one, it is simple to solve the three believers of the temple, and don't even think about dissolving the council, unless all the members of the council are killed, then the council will naturally dissolve.

"The Spartans of the Carnea sacrifice are not allowed to use force, rotten gods!" In the courtyard, Leodanius said helplessly to his queen.

Hai Lin gently rubbed her lover's cheek and said softly, "Tomorrow I will go to the council to persuade them to send troops to Hot Spring Pass." ”

"There may be some trouble, Queen." Feng Chen stood at the gate of the palace and said loudly.

"It seems that my brother Dax is here," Leodanis' dissatisfaction faded from his face and a pleasant smile appeared, "Dax, welcome." ”

Feng Chen walked in and bowed slightly to Leodanius and Queen Helen, and no longer verbosed and told the two of them about the scene of seeing Theron's trading with the Persians that day, of course, hiding the reason why he appeared there, just saying that he saw Theron sneaky on the street, and followed Theron because of curiosity, and then learned the news.

"Damn it!" Leodanius gritted his teeth, but Queen Helen looked calm.

"Dax, what are you going to do?"

"It's very simple, Queen, you debunk him in front of the council, I think he has a Persian token on him or at home, and when the time comes, the council will also agree with you, such as Sparta sending troops to Thermopylae."

The idea of sealing the dust is very simple, that is, to get the council to approve Sparta to send troops to Hot Springs, and then his chances of survival will be one more layer.

Hailin nodded in agreement and said loudly: "There is also a saying in Sparta, it is not the spear in the enemy's hand that kills you, but the short sword hiding in the shadows. ”

Feng Chen also agreed, nodded and said goodbye to Leodannis and Queen Helen, and then Leodannis on the side called Feng Chen.

"Dax, assemble outside the city tomorrow morning and set off for Hot Springs!"

Feng Chen looked back at Leodanis, whose eyes showed trust and fighting intent.

Without further words, he turned to leave, and the flame of the dead fire was already burning in his chest.