Early the next morning, Feng Chen rushed to the station of Mistocles, and after being reported by the guards, he saw a sleepy-eyed Mistocles.

"When are the Persians going to burn your house, but you are still sleeping here!" Feng Chen complained in his heart.

"Oh, my friend Dax, you're so early." Themistocles rubbed his eyes and yawned.

"Rest assured, I've brought your news to Schindlers, and he'll arrange for you, it's still dark, let me sleep a little longer!"

How does Feng Chen think it is unreliable, it is related to his main quest and Artemisia's current situation, so he asked out loud: "Now that the Persian navy is docked on the island of Andros, it will arrive tomorrow and knock on the gate of Athens, I really don't know how you want to insert me into it." ”

"Let's talk about it first!" Themistocles stepped out of the way, and Dusty walked in.

Ordinary house, without any ornate decorations, it seems that everything is simple during the war.

"According to the latest information I have received, the Persian navy is temporarily docked on the island of Andros, and I don't know exactly why," Themocles skillfully blended a glass of wine with a unique taste, "This is an emerald grape from the coldest Gil plateau in the north, and it is made from the clear spring on the top of the Gil Mountain, which has a unique taste, you can taste it first." ”

Feng Chen took the metal wine glass, there was a pool of crystal clear wine inside, and the hand holding the wine glass could feel a little cold through the wine glass.

Like a handful of ice and snow that is about to melt, with its unique softness and coolness, it slides down the throat of the dust, flows into the stomach, and then seems to be entrenched in the stomach, turning into a flame and burning slightly, instantly driving away a trace of fatigue, and finally forming a hot current surging into his brain, making him feel extremely comfortable.

"Well, it's good, I often use it to clear myself." Mistocles drank it all.

"The Persian navy is stuck on the island of Andros?" Feng Chen played with the exquisitely crafted wine glass in his hand, thoughtfully, "It stands to reason that we should attack Greece directly now, but why do you want to stay on Andros Island?" ”

"I guess their leader, the Nemesis Artemisia, must have received orders from Xerxes, and now part of the Greek coalition is resisting Xerxes in the north of Greece, and once Xerxes breaks through the defense, he and Artemisia will join forces at that time, and Greece will be in ruins!"

Is it really that simple? Feng Chen didn't believe what Mistocles said, there must be a strict plan for marching and fighting, Artemisia commanded 10,000 warships, and he could break the gate of Athens, but he stayed on Andros Island, 10,000 warships! The consumption of one day is astronomical, and now attacking Greece can be taken by surprise, on the one hand, to relieve the pressure of Xerxes's infantry army, so that the two-pronged approach, a great opportunity, the Persian navy's brain is in water!

Regardless of whether Themistocles told the truth or not, Feng Chen didn't care, now, he only had to blend into the Persian navy, and he would also have to be placed in a more important position, if he casually installed an identity for himself, there would be many troubles.

"Hindlers will send someone to fetch you," Mistocles filled his glass again, "so don't worry, I think those Persian wolves will be on Andros Island for a long time, after all, their goddess is in trouble." ”

Feng Chen's heart trembled, and he filled his wine glass again, "Artemisia is in trouble?" But he could not show the slightest nervousness, and Mistocles did not fully believe in himself now, and he must not show his feet, so he pretended to be careless and said:

"Praise the gods, I can't think of anyone who can find trouble on her as a noble naval commander."

"It seems that you don't know yet, and no wonder, after all, only a few people know now," Themocles smiled slightly, as if the trouble of the Persians was his own happiness, "In the past few days, the golden family and dozens of small families in the Greek city-state of Odavav have issued a bounty for the head of the Persian goddess with 200,000 silver dramaks, and I think there are many people who are ready to go to her for trouble." ”

"The Golden Family?" Feng Dust was a little puzzled, but when he saw Themistocles's expression, he secretly said badly.

"You don't even know about the Golden Family?" Themistocles looked Seal Dust up and down, his body inadvertently swaying to the side, where there was a shiny sword.

"Haha! Just relax! "I stay on the sacred mountain of Sparta all year round and rarely go out, so I basically don't know these things." ”

No doubt a lame excuse, but Mistocles seemed to believe it, and he laughed and filled his glass again, and continued: "Understandably, you Spartans like two things, war and deep dwelling! ”

Feng Chen looked confused, and said in his heart: "This is okay!" How did I not know? ”

"To get back to the point, the Golden Family rises in front of a hundred, the heritage is huge, they are good at business, and in their eyes there is no difference between friend and foe, only how much money, they are especially keen on gold, so the outside world also calls them the Golden Family, after several generations of hard work and efforts, they are rich and rival the country."

"But what does this have to do with Artemisia?" Feng Chen asked curiously.

"When war comes, the only thing that can circulate is commerce. As the frontier of Athens and the gate of Greece, Andros Island borders Greece in the north, Mosal in Egypt in the south, and Persia in the east but the Aegean Sea. ”

With that, Themocles took a sip of wine, revealing a hint of disdain, "So how can this group of vampires sit quietly and make a lot of war money when they have a great opportunity!" ”

"And now, Artemisia is bloodthirsty, and few Greeks survive in the Greek islands she has conquered, do you know what I mean?"

Mistocles sat on the side, shaking his wine glass, the charcoal that had been burning all night in the stove next to him was still warm.

Feng Chen's fingers pressed slightly, leaving a few vague handprints on the wine glass, which was really bad news for Artemisia, and even worse for herself.

How many people in the whole of Greece will take risks for the 200,000 silver dramaks, I don't know, but there must be no more minority, when I learned from Artemisia that she was sold to Persia by ten dramack silver coins, and now there are 200,000 dramak silver coins, and this number is still rising.

Although Artemisia is in the midst of ten thousand armies, there must be countless guards around him, but he is not afraid of ten thousand, just in case, who can know if there is a special existence in that group of killers, for example, a certain oracle?

On the contrary, after this group of killers arrives in the Andros Islands, they will definitely attract the detection of the Persian navy, and the Persians will definitely strengthen their vigilance, and when they get in, they are afraid that they will be walking on thin ice, after all, their words and deeds do not look like a Persian, and the only place that resembles them is probably Dax's face.

"Good things don't go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles." Feng Chen scolded secretly in his heart, he really wanted to know the lair of this group of killers, and then give him a pot to serve it, so as not to destroy his own itinerary.

"So, Dax, don't be in a hurry," Mistocles patted Dusty on the shoulder, "a little later, you set sail alone towards the Andros Islands, where someone will arrange for you." ”

Last night's wind blew the smell of war in Athens, and by the time he came out of the mansion of Themistocles, it was already noon, and Feng Chen, dressed like a Persian, covered his face with a turban, and after lunch, he set out from Athens to the Andros Islands.

There was some moisture in the air, and after the strong wind, heavy rain was coming.

"I hate the weather, it rains at every turn." At this time, Feng Chen misses his hometown very much, although the streets of Athens are full of people and noisy, but his heart is peaceful, "The ancients are right, people have no long-term worries, and my top priority now is to find Xiaoxia, as well as the main quest two." ”

"But then there is one more thing," Feng Chen's eyes looked at the sky, he seemed to see the aria under the moonlight again, sighed, and said nostalgically: "Heratia, I will resurrect you!" ”

……

At this time, Andros Island, Cherf Heights.

"It looks like it's going to rain, and this storm is coming."

"Is this the calm before the storm?"

"Sister, in a few days I'm going to break through the city of Athens, and I can kill that damn Greek!"

"But why can't I be happy?"

"He's in the place, will it rain?"

……

A thousand words are carried by the wind, and all corners are born for demons.

A woman in black armor stood on the top of the place, muttering to herself, and the attendants around her seemed to have become accustomed to her general's daily life, and one by one they pretended not to hear, and scanned the surroundings with a wary expression.

Artemisia stood on this ancient land that contained the vicissitudes of war, her slender and agile fingers lightly scratched a parchment scroll, her eyes were thoughtful, after half a ring, this decisive, vicious and ruthless peerless woman crumpled the parchment roll in her hand and threw it into the distance, her moderately thick red lips hung a lonely, as sharp as a blade, her black eyes like night revealed a burning flame, and mocked:

"My head is worth 200,000? Since they want it, come and get it! ”

"Pass my order, block all the entrances and exits of the Andros Islands, search everyone closely, and if you find any suspicious people, those who resist, whether they live or die!"

The guards knelt on one knee as if they were facing a great enemy, and replied in unison:

"Yes!!"

Since the storm is coming, what should we do quietly!