"Leonidas, king of Sparta, crowned king."

For this purpose, Sparta held a national celebration.

The name Leonidas will not be forgotten as long as you have heard of the famous Battle of Thermopylae.

"Is it world fusion?"

Two plots that should not have intersected merged together, something like this, and Mawson has experienced it before.

He sent someone to find the information and carefully checked it, and the hot spring pass still existed in this world, and the geographical location of Athens and Sparta was across the sea from the current Persia.

"Interesting."

Mawson was immediately interested.

He had been through a lot of missions and knew that the Chrono Express Company would draw a special period of history in each world.

And they, the Adventists, will be chosen and thrown into it.

According to normal development, will Persia really attack Athens in the near future?

At that time, due to the influence of Mawson, the timeline on the Persian side was disordered, and if it was necessary to continue the battle of Thermopylae.

It was necessary to change the course of history on the Persian side.

And that's exactly what Mawson was curious about.

Faced with this situation, what should the so-called Chrono Being do?

"And what if I destroy Athens and Sparta before it happens?"

Another thought suddenly welled up in Mawson's mind.

At this time, Persia was still mainly focused on land, and the sea power was not strong, and if Mawson wanted to speed up this process, he would have to become king and carry out drastic reforms of the country.

This is also the reason why Mawson is now fighting for the throne.

The old king immediately sent envoys to the four surrounding countries, and three days later they brought back exciting news.

All the nobles in the four countries, after seeing the tragedy in their respective palaces, invariably chose to surrender.

In fact, there were some accidents in the middle, but those nobles who had other ideas, overnight, the main people in the territory were slaughtered.

There is no mercy in war, and if you want to expand abroad, it must be accompanied by killing and blood.

The news came back and the whole country celebrated.

And the old king also began to prepare for the enthronement ceremony for his son.

In the midst of this jubilation, there is a man who is furious and secretly brewing a vicious plan.

Mahmoud.

He felt that his future and all his glory and wealth had been ruined.

Once Mawson becomes king of Persia, he will soon face the punishment of the sword.

"I can't hesitate any longer, think about it, once that guy becomes king, what are you and your two sons?"

Mahmoud's voice was low, and his eyes were filled with the last madness.

A beautiful woman paced back and forth on the ground, "Brother, it's too dangerous to do this. ”

"I can go and beg His Majesty to make that Mawson give up his ...... for us"

"Stupid!"

Without hesitation, Mahmoud interrupted his sister.

"Even if he is willing to obey His Majesty's orders now, what about when he becomes king?"

"What about when the old king dies?"

"Who else will be able to stop him then?"

Mahmoud's voice was grim.

"So what should we do?"

"Escape from the royal city?"

"No!"

Mahmoud shook his head.

"I have the city guard in my hands, as long as we launch ......"

There was a hint of murder in his eyes.

"When the time comes, we will blame this on the four countries whose kings have been destroyed, and wait for the king, queen, and Mawson to die."

"Your child can rightfully become the ruler of this country."

Mahmoud had already planned everything, and now he could exercise the last step as long as his sister nodded.

The young woman panicked, but in the end, under the incessant instigation of her brother, she nodded her head.

"On the day of the celebration, I will gather the most elite soldiers to come outside the palace, and among the nobles are our people, they don't need to do anything, just stand by and watch the play."

"Believe me, as long as the vast majority of nobles stand up at that time, the rest of the people will not squeak."

"Among all the nobles, none of them have anything to do with that Prince Mawson, he is only one person, as long as he and the king die, the nobles can only support us!"

"But I've heard ......," the woman panicked.

"That Prince Mawson has magic, which is why he killed the kings of the four surrounding countries."

"Don't worry, there's no magic in this world?"

"It should be the secret force he has cultivated for so many years, isn't there a secret army called Khasasin in His Majesty's hands?"

"This army must be small in number, scattered in four countries, and must have been preparing for this day for many years."

"He won't have a lot of people around him right now."

Mahmoud looked confident.

"Besides, on the frontal battlefield, those assassination methods are of little use, a strong army is everything."

"Okay!"

The two looked at each other and made a plan.

Coronation Day.

From the morning onwards, the whole city is immersed in a sea of joy.

The common people didn't really care about the king's choice, they only knew that on the day of the coronation, the king took out a lot of gold coins.

Mawson was served by his attendants and dressed in ceremonial costumes, and the whole process was extremely tedious, and they first toured the city with the support of the troops.

Enjoy the support and praise of the people of the city.

Then he came to the temple, where the ritual was performed by a priest from the holy city of Alamte.

After the ceremony is completed, Mawson is basically half a king, and the next step is to transfer the crown on his head to him.

Then he will officially become the king of Persia.

Return to the royal palace.

The palace gates slowly closed, and immediately after, a group of strong soldiers in black heavy armor and hideous masks poured out from all directions.

"Mahmoud, what's going on?"

The old king's face changed slightly.

Recently, he has been immersed in the joy of national expansion, and he has neglected this most important part.

"Your Majesty, I am your loyal servant, and I hope you can make the right choice."

"We need a wise successor, not a tyrant who can only play tricks and kill ruthlessly!"

"The Persian Empire will be in a panic at that time."

Mahmoud stood behind the army.

He shouted, "I think the other nobles think the same way. ”

There was silence in the room, and no one responded.

"What do you want to do?"

"You want to kill us?"

Mahmoud shook his head, "It's not me who killed you, it's the spies of the other countries around you!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Mahmoud waved his hand indifferently, "Kill!" ”

Boom Boom!

Heavy iron armor and the ground collided, and the black-pressed troops pushed forward like a tide.

"Have you all been bought by him?"

At this moment, Mawson's voice suddenly came from the crowd.