"Can you arrange for more men to garrison the walls," Nessus said, "and we must get back to the city quickly." ”

"General, the current offensive is not in our favor," Solon said.

"I don't care so much, I let you go to Santorini to arrest people, and I won't say anything if you don't catch them, and bring me a batch back," Nessus scolded.

"But, the general......"

"I don't care so much, this place must be guarded," Nessus said, turning around and walking towards the gates of Amazonas.

Hera looked to the other side, where the Santorini soldiers who were discussing how to attack the city were surrounded by Nessus's men and horses, and a fierce battle began on that side with screams.

Looking at the back of Nessus as he walked away, Solon spread his hands and smiled, "Let's leave that old thing alone, he'll just take care of himself," the soldiers around him laughed.

Before Solon could reach his mouth for the second sentence, a hand with armor dragging his heart appeared on his chest.

"You ......" Solon looked at the heart of the hand that popped out of the hole in his chest, with a cold sweat on his face.

"How much have I told you, listen to the general, Mantos is dead, we don't blame you, but if you dare to insult the general, it will be the end of today," After speaking, Beros pinched Solon's heart, and Solon fell to the ground.

The soldiers around him turned pale with fright, but Beros didn't pay attention to their appearance and walked to the other side.

Hera followed Beros, seeing more of the atrocities committed by the Nessus soldiers against the villagers along the way.

She saw a Nessus soldier maneuvering his hands and feet at a young girl.

"Don't touch me!" She shouted.

"Obedient", the soldier was furious, "I won't hurt you." You might even like it. ”

Further on, a man who looked like a cook was framed by two soldiers, watching in despair as the other two soldiers set his house on fire.

Even more terrible was to come, a wounded Santorini soldier whose legs had been sawed off by the Nessos men was being kicked off the cart by two Nessus officers, who stood there laughing as they struggled desperately to crawl away along the path.

"Run, you're running!" One said.

"Can't you hurry up!" The other continued.

Beros entered a hut in the village, Hera stared at him with her eyes, she had just seen Heth's army on the hill, and perhaps Hess would arrive on the battlefield soon, and there was not much time left for herself, she had heard of the person Beros, known as the "three-headed hound of hell", who was brave on the battlefield, this man had strange fetishes, and was very sensitive to blood, but this sensitivity was just to like it, as just now.

Hera knew that she couldn't fight now, she had to kill him with one blow, it was time to try Hephaestus' craft, Hera measured the size of the house with her fingers, and the location of the entrance of Beros, she predicted where the other party might be, her ears listened closely to the other party's movements, first took out a wooden arrow, aimed at the door of the wooden house, and released an arrow with a "whoosh".

Whenever Beros heard the sound, he immediately ran out, Hera hurriedly picked up the arrow of the strange bird, and at this time, the other party found her, Beros jumped up with a kick on Hera's hind foot, and roared angrily, Hera did not panic, when the other party was very close, she decisively released the bowstring, and the arrow blade shot through his right arm fiercely and held it firmly to the ground with traction.

Beros bit his lip hard in pain, and he was about to pull out the arrow, but after a moment, he suddenly realized that his elbow had no strength, what was the matter?

Hera came down from the tree, walked up to him, and said coldly, "How does Medusa taste?" Hellhound. As she spoke, the area around Beros' wound began to petrify, "Do you remember the veteran on the battlefield who was missing half of his ear?" ”

"Who are you?" Beros looked at Hera viciously, and then he suddenly noticed something, but at this moment Hera had already stood up,

"Rest in peace."

"Don't!"

Hera picked up Mantos' axe and cut off the head of Beros, hanging his head around his waist.

Hera walked into the cabin, she retrieved her weapon, and then through the map on the table, she saw that the advantage of the battle had undoubtedly been tilted in Santorini's side, Hera came out of the house, went to the tree, and saw that the Santorini army had built a siege tower outside the city. Santorini soldiers swarmed up, and fierce battles broke out on the towers. From the map, Hera saw the location of her old nemesis, Nessus.

"If you want to enter the city, you can only climb the siege tower." Hera thought to herself. The nearest one had just been pushed against the wall, and Hera ran over and mingled with the ranks that rushed to the siege towers, and though there was no disguise, no one should have noticed him in the fanatical ranks of such a charge, accompanied by the confident besiegers below.

The defenders of the city were also ready for their attack, and they poured Greek fire, a mixture of asphalt and oil, on the enemy under the walls, and heard the screams of the unlucky ones on fire below, and the soldiers on the towers stepped up their siege, and Hera mixed in. Hera saw the soldiers around her pushing others down to survive, and some of them screamed and fell into the fire at their feet.

Hera knew he had to climb to the top before the fire could spread, and she hurried up to the high siege tower, which burned and collapsed just as she did, and there was hellish chaos below.

A fierce battle began between the two sides on the fort, but hundreds of Santorini soldiers had already entered the city, and the Nessos army sounded their horns, and they began to shrink their positions back to the middle floor.

This is a great opportunity!

Hera then ran wildly across the walls, nimbly dodging the Santorini forces that were blocking Nessus's forces, and during this run, Hera saw her sister Heth's troops, as well as Charon and Achilles, who were fighting with bows and arrows on the other side, and Achilles, who was in charge of covering.

Hera quickly found Nessus and tried to stop him in the midst of the enemy forces. Nessus was furious at the moment, and he took the spear in his hand to fight the people around him.

The gates of Amazonas have been slammed open, most of Nessus has given up resistance, and the defenders are ready to negotiate, but Nessus is not one to give in.

"Kill! Kill them all! Nessus shouted at his troops, and he rushed into the enemy army with incredible speed, running up the narrow stone staircase, killing everyone in his path.

Hera followed him until they stormed the highest wall of the castle, where Nessus stood single-handedly and cut off the flagpole of the Santorinis. As he was about to return the way he came, an arrow shot in front of his feet blocked the only way out.

"You have no escape! Nessus! Hera shouted, "It's time to settle old scores!" She jumped off the wall.

"Come on, little bunny!" Nessus roared.

The anger of the two drove the two to rush at each other at once, one against the other, and collided head-on.

Nessus struck first, slamming his right fist into Hera's head. Hera dodged over, but it was too late. Nessus' fist grazed the Assassin's temple. Hera was dizzy, and Nessus cried out as if the victory was a foregone conclusion, "You can't defeat me, you Amazons!" As he spoke, he patted the armor on his body.

"Nope! I'm not an Amazon! Hera replied, calming down, taking a step back and drawing the sword at her waist. Nessus dropped his spear and drew the long sword at his waist, and the two began a real duel to the death, Hera stepped forward first, and slashed at the abdomen of Nessos, who was indifferent to his armor, and a blood light spilled out, Nessus was stunned, but Hera swung his sword and slashed at his opponent's head, and the blade made a deadly arc in the air.

Frightened by the fact that the previous sword cut through the armor and the speed of this sword, Nessus hurriedly raised his sword to barely block the blow, and the violent collision made Nessus's arm numb. Hera's sword was shattered, and Nessus took the opportunity to stab it and regain her balance and focus. The two of them circled around the city wall, and sometimes suddenly began to swing their swords rapidly, and the tips of their swords collided violently: it was a contest of swordsmanship.

Hera took a step forward, flicked Nessus' sword to the right, and then stabbed Nessus in the left abdomen with a twist of her wrist. However, Nessus was no slouch at the same speed, unleashing Hera's sword.

Taking advantage of this moment, Nessus swung his long sword and stabbed Hera, but Hera raised his hand and slashed it with his wrist armor. The two of them stepped back a few steps in unison, alerting each other for the next attack. Even piercing Hera's abdomen did not affect Nessus's swordsmanship.

Hera easily left a blood stain on Nessos's body, causing the other party to half-kneel on the ground,

"It's time to finish, Nessus." Hera said to him, holding her sword aloft.

"No, your hour has come." Nessus suddenly attacked, but at this moment she no longer had the confidence she had at the beginning.

Hera calmly dismantled the move, parried, and then seized the opportunity for Nessus to lose his balance. Hera grabbed Nessus' wrist and twisted her sword off. The sword clanged and fell onto the footpath, and the two reached the edge of the city wall, where the soldiers of Santorini and Hess below had already begun to celebrate.

However, there was no loot in this victory, as they captured the Amazon.

Nessus tried to get the dagger, but Hera swung his sword off Nessus's wrist and broke Nessus' tendons. Nessus flinched in horror, his face full of disbelief and anger.

Seeing that Nessus was already standing on the edge of the female wall, Hera raised her sword, "Rest in peace. ”

"You can't kill me! No one can kill me! ”

"Then leave you to fate." Hera replied.

Hera dropped her sword, grabbed Nessus, and deftly threw him off the wall. He fell a hundred feet onto the trail stone, but Hera didn't look, but by this time her mission was over.

In the summer of August after the war, Hera's twentieth birthday arrived, and Hera, Hippolyta, and Celea met in the Amazon, where a bar called the Silver Fox was built, and the owner of the shop was Hera's sister Heth, who had now retired from the army.

"It's a good party," Celea commented, not wearing the gold armor this time, "It's been a long time since you've been so relaxed, what are you going to do next, continue to fight?" ”

"I'll talk about it in a few months," Hera smiled, "but until then, I'll invite you for another reason." ”

"What?" Syreah asked curiously.

Hippolyta moved on one side, her shoulders a little bent, but now completely healed, and said, "You're going to invite us again?" I don't know if we'll have time, though. With that, she took out the belt from under her seat, "Here's for you." ”

"Isn't that your treasure?" Hera asked.

"No," Hippolyta vetoed, "it's always yours." ”

"Aren't you going back to be king?" Hera asked.

Hippolyta was silent for a long time, and then said, "No, I have thought about it for so many years, and I still feel that the life of the king is not what I want, nor what the people want, and that the king will bind people's minds," she paused, "so I am going to go into hiding." ”

"But Amazon can't live without a king?" Hera asked.

"Nope." Hippolyta looked out the window and said, "Isn't it okay now?" Perhaps my time has long passed. ”

Hera stopped dissuading her, and she continued, "You're leaving? Where to? ”

"I'm going to go out and have a look." Hippolyta said, "Then they met what they had to meet, and became neighbors with Sileiah, and lived quietly." ”

"Where are you going?" Hera asked again.

"Nordics," said Celea, "I have heard that Nordic is a very tasteful country, and my sister and I want to go there for the rest of their lives. ”

Hera opened her arms, "Then I'll have to let you go, friend." She thought for a moment and said, "Then we're all going to go our separate ways." ”

"Wait," Hippolyta interrupted, and gave Celea a wink.

"We're going to be separated, so I'll give you some farewell," he said, taking out a bag from under the bar and handing it to Hera.

"What is this?" Hera asked, looking at the baggage.

"I heard that your sword was broken, so I asked Heye to build a sword, which was made of the armor of our sisters, that is, the armor of my father Ares," said Celea, "We are all in seclusion, so we don't need those things, and this will be our last gift." ”

The moment Hera opened the baggage, Alice on the side was stunned, wasn't that sword a ......

The burden was slowly opened, and the scabbard of the sword was made of ivory and silver, and she pulled out the blade, emitting a golden light from the inside out, and there was a metal ball on the top of the hilt, and the sword was elongated, which to Alice looked like a Viking sword with a golden glow.

"What are you going to call it?" Hippolyta said with her head tilted sideways.

Hera paused, then said, "Let's call it the Sword of Victory." ”

"It's too inconspicuous." Syrea said, "Why don't you call it the Sword of Fury." ”

"Fury's Sword?" Hera asked.

"This is the name of a friend of mine in Northern Europe," Celea explained, "and she is said to be a famous warrior over there. ”

Hera nodded and said, "That's what you call it." ”

"Then ......," said Hippolyta, "we will ...... when the names are decided."

The three of them stood up together and hugged each other solemnly.

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."