Night shrouded the land, and on the island of Andros, the Persian barracks were brightly lit.

In one of the largest barracks, in a quaint building, it was the temporary residence of Artemisia.

The black curtain is as deep and mysterious as the night, and the lampholder made of gold looks ancient and luxurious, and the lights that light up the room quietly and silently.

A violent cough sounded, and a weak and boneless hand lifted the black curtain, her complexion was extremely poor, and there was a faint red at the corner of her mouth that had not been wiped away.

"General!" The guards waiting outside the door knelt down on one knee and reported with a solemn face, "The embers of yesterday's rebellion have been suppressed, and all the Greeks who participated in the rebellion have been dealt with according to your will!" ”

"Good." Artemisia's gloomy and slender eyebrows furrowed, looking different, and she reached out to wipe the last trace of blush from the corners of her mouth, her gaze wandering.

Wandering between despair and hope, there is no compromise between the two.

At this time, she was wearing an ordinary black robe with her armor removed, which contrasted sharply with the fairness of her skin, and against the background of the black and pale, she was like a black and blooming black lotus.

"Tomorrow, the First, Second, and Third Fleets will stay in Andros, and the rest of the fleet will sail for Athens!" Artemisia commanded, a little tiredness swelling over her as she waved her hand to retreat. At this moment, a man in a black robe came in from outside the door.

"Dear General Artemisia, I think you know what I'm here for." The words went straight to the point through the black robe, and Resa stared at the woman sitting on the throne with blazing eyes.

Artemisia felt bored for a while, but out of promise, she took out the small clay pot from her arms, but did not hand it to Resa, a jade arm supported her head, her narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of her rosy lips drew a curvature, like a cat lazily curled up on the wide general's position, playing with the small clay pot, and said casually:

"Reza, I know what you're plotting, and likewise, one of your Old Sects is plotting with Xerxes, but I've heard he's been slaughtered by the Spartans."

Artemisia had a hunch that once this bottle of 10,000 people's blood condensed by a special method was handed over to Resa, something extremely serious would happen, and as for how big it would be, only Reza knew how big it was, and he had something to ask him for.

After listening to this, Raysa kept cursing in his heart, "That idiot! Death is death, and the most important sacrifice is lost! ”

Thinking about it, Resa showed a trace of respect, and looked at the clay pot in Artemisia's hand without hiding his longing, as long as he took it in his hand, and then fooled the woman in front of her, so that she was willing to become a part of the sacrifice, then the great Lord Delphi would be resurrected, and then all the faith in this land would disappear under the true body of Lord Delphi.

"Honorable General Artemisia, I will fulfill my promise, now you just need to give me what you have in your hand!" Resa looked at Artemisia eagerly, but the latter's long, unsullied fingers deftly played with the small clay pot.

"Tomorrow, I will let the fleet set off for Athens first, you and I are here, exchange promises with each other!" Artemisia's scarlet tongue crossed her lips slightly, and her full and deep eyes revealed a dangerous gaze, she had waited for twenty years, so why wait a few more days?

It seems that today is not to get the can of ten thousand people's blood, Lei Sa's gaze gradually retracted, his face also withdrew to respect, and said coldly: "I hope you don't be late." ”

"I'm never late." Artemisia turned her head away, revealing a resolute and beautiful face.

With such an obvious expulsion, how could Resa not understand, he sneered and turned around and walked out, leaving Artemisia alone in a daze.

Rain, still rain, the rain on the island has no time limit, no seasonal interference, it can rain as much as you want, and you can go when you want.

It washes over this war-torn land.

Artemisia suddenly wanted to go out for a walk, even at night, so she put on her scarred black armor again, took the tattered sword, pulled up her long ink-like hair, and the cold helmet obscured her face, and walked alone in the vast rain after retiring several guards who had asked to follow.

When the raindrops that fell on the armor came into contact with the armor, it made a series of "dripping click" sounds, and this sound seemed to have magic power tonight, and it had been haunting her heart, not without such an experience before, but more of the rolling blood of the enemy.

Without thinking back to the old days, she muttered to herself, "I'm hopeless." ”

During the three years of his absence, Uncle Bearded (King of Persia, Darius) took care of him as if he were his own.

During the five years of his absence, Helatia took off her sainthood and lived with her, looking up at the stars together at night.

Seven years after his departure, Heratia was seriously ill and everyone was helpless, so he slaughtered a dozen rumor-mongers with his own hands, which was the first time he killed someone, but he did not regret it.

Finally, ten years after his departure, Heratia left him.

Artemisia walked in the rain, and she could never forget the same rain that day when Heratia was gone.

At that time, she was just a teenage girl, and she couldn't do anything when her loved ones left, and now Heratia couldn't keep it when she left, and what she didn't want to leave behind was the endless sadness.

Then, fifteen years after he left, the bearded man who kept his promise finally left her.

On that day, he returned from his usual hunt and prepared to give Darius a leopard as a gift from his hunt, but what he received was Darius, who was dying and dying, wounded by a Greek arrow.

After three days of struggling, he sent off the last person in the world who really cared about him.

In the following month, he lived in seclusion, and at the same time, a flame called hatred was rekindled in his heart, which was more dangerous and larger than before.

"Greece!!" He crouched over Darius's body and spat out a few words viciously, and at that time he could feel how small he was, not even the ability to raise his weapon.

At this time, time changed, and Artemisia, who was wearing black armor, stretched out a hand, gently caught a few drops of rain falling from the sky, looked at the dark sky through his helmet, and said silently in the same light: "Greece." ”

The picture turns, the cold corpse, the crying helpless girl, and the indifferent warriors around them.

"I, Artemisia, swear here,

From now on, I will have no faith

After it again,

Only the flesh and blood of the Greeks can cleanse my hatred,

Only the wailing of the Greeks can touch my heart,

Only the sorrow of the Greeks can make my heart happy,

Only the black fire that burns every inch of Greece can give me peace,

And the only way to achieve it is power!

At this point, "

"That's it," Artemisia stared at the rain in his hand, the cold armor seemed to block out the temperature of the rain, but the armor seemed even colder. Suddenly clenched his palm, and behind the rain splashing in his palm was a pair of long, narrow eyes that were indifferent to the extreme.

"Only power is eternal!"

For a long time, she shook her head, leaving her distracting thoughts behind.

"I haven't been to see that little girl in Emilia in a few days, and I just have time tonight." At the thought of the little girl, Artemisia showed a look of extreme gentleness and walked towards the port.