Just as the Persian battleship was riding the wind and waves, a dilapidated battleship hung behind the entire fleet.

In the dark and damp cabin, a green lamp swayed with the hull of the ship, and on the floor of the cabin, a shriveled body covered in unknown objects sat silently

Over there.

At this time, a strong smell of medicine wafted from his body, a bit like the pungent smell left over from the combustion of chemical fuel, which made people sick.

"Boom—" Resa sat there with a cold smile, his eyes full of hatred for someone.

"Damn the Greeks! So I have to use my essence now! The next time I see him, I'll be sure to screw his head off as my collection! ”

Speaking of this, Resa thought of something again, and a trace of viciousness flashed on his face.

"Artemisia, that bitch! How dare you betray our promises! If I had given me that vial of the blood of 10,000 people in advance, how could I have fallen to such a point!! ”

"Now, it's not good," a muffled voice came from the shadows of the cabin.

"Artemisia no longer trusts us, our progress must be accelerated!"

"Xerxes we can't fully believe it, but there is no way to do it now, except to kill Artemisia and snatch that vial of ten thousand people's blood."

"When Darius split the power in his hands in two before he died, Xerxes was already eyeing the military power in Artemisia's hands, and this time he conspired with us, and made a promise to allow me

We are missionaries throughout Persia, and this is an opportunity that we must seize, Resa, and if you miss, you know what to do. ”

With that, a clay pot wrapped in an ancient cloth was thrown from the corner, and the pot landed steadily in front of Ressa.

Resa shook his body, carefully holding the ancient clay pot in his hand, his eyes showed a touch of horror, and he swallowed and foamed, as a believer in the ancient religion of the Death Desert, he knew how much it contained

It's terrible.

"May Lord Delphi live forever!"

The figure in the corner was silent after speaking, and there was no trace of life in the corner.

After waiting for the others to leave, Ressa's back straightened slightly, and he exhaled heavily, the clothes on his back were already soaked with sweat, I don't know if it was because of the figure in the corner or the pottery in his hand

Pot.

"Fortunately, I am prepared, and it is not so difficult to capture the blood of ten thousand people."

Ressa's mind flashed back to the damned Artemisia, who dragged his wounded body and struggled to place the clay pot in his hand on the table in the cabin.

"Artemisia, damn the Greeks! When you dog-eat-dog is a while, it's time for me to pick the fruit! ”

Then his gaze was fixed again on the clay pot on the table, and he whispered tremblingly:

"Wish, Lord Delphi, eternal life!"

At the same time, Greece, Athens.

The noisy and bustling port is now deserted, and the entire Athenian people who were willing to leave the land that raised them have left, and only a small part of the Athenians who are unwilling to leave are still strong

Hold on to it.

Most of them are old people over 50 years old, some of them are reluctant to leave, and some of them are powerless.

Athens City, Ghetto.

In a dilapidated house, there is an elderly man with a petite child by his side.

The child was dressed in rough and shabby linen clothes, and his dirty face showed sadness.

"Grandpa? Can't I go to Allah today? ”

"No," the old man's voice was full of vicissitudes and helplessness, he stroked Lan Luo's young head, his eyes were full of pain and regret, because his age was not capable of evacuating with Lan Luo.

He looked at Xiao Lan Luo with an innocent face, he really couldn't imagine what kind of fate Xiao Lan Luo would face when the Persian iron hooves set foot here.

Slaves, who were subjected to inhumane torture on a daily basis, were then killed at will, or to please a Persian high-ranking person, and finally, reduced to the status of animals.

Thinking of this, his weather-beaten face was full of tears, looking at the bright sunshine outside the window, and shouting weakly.

"O gods!! Destiny!! Why have you never cared for us! ”

Xiao Lanluo didn't know why her grandfather was crying suddenly, she stood on tiptoe and kissed her grandfather, childishly comforting.

"Grandpa doesn't cry, I won't go out to play today, Xiao Lanluo must listen to grandpa!"

It was only a small microcosm of the war, but the whole of Athens was like the desperate grandfather of the little Blue Lo, the city was filled with death, and even the fresh air blowing from the sea was deprived of vitality here.

The city is dying, and so are the people who remain here.

Frontline, Marathon.

The two armies confronted each other, and this piece of heaven and earth was filled with an aura of slaughter.

On one side was the silent Persian navy, and in front of them was their supreme commander, Artemisia.

Standing on the tall ship, Artemisia's eyes were cold, staring at the Greek navy not far away.

On the Greek side, everyone was facing a great enemy, and Mystocles and a well-armed Greek soldier carefully observed the situation on the Persian side, when a nervous adjutant rushed over.

"Just now the news came from the Spartan advance team that their team is about to arrive in Athens!"

"Good!" Mistocles was a little relieved and ordered: "Now give me orders and act according to the plan!" ”

"Roar! Roar! Roar! There was a muffled roar from the Persian fleet, and a noisy and neat footsteps rang out on the deck as Artemisia gave the order.

"Archers! Get ready! ”

Artemisia herself drew a bow and rounded it, her eyes fixed on the allied Greek forces on the coast, her gaze unwavering.

Themistocles drew the long sword at his waist, his breathing a little cramped, and not only him, but the entire Greek coalition looked nervously at the group of death-like troops at sea.

Everyone was waiting for the orders of the generals on both sides, and the seabirds that were originally hovering above this piece of heaven and earth, without knowing what to stimulate, screamed and quickly flew away.

The big war is about to break out.

At the other end, seal the dust.

The wood carried the dust from the endless Aegean Sea at great speed, and although he was no longer able to fight, he still had an unused trump card on him.

Wood, it has special abilities.

"Gift of Light: This skill can only restore 20% of the target's damage after use, can only be used once in a natural month, and the follower falls into a deep sleep for ten days after use."