The heroes who passed the time by hunting, seeing Agamemnon easily deal with the monsters roaring in the Sacred Forest, looked at the Coalition Commander's gaze and couldn't help but feel a little more respect. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Later, they looked at the giant wolf with shoulders above the heads of ordinary people, and could not tell whether it was the pet of the gods or the monster that endangered the sacred forest.

Agamemnon's glowing skin quickly faded after he struck a full blow at the ferocious wolf, even though he was a contemporary of the great hero Hercules, and had maintained a long youth due to the thin divine blood flowing in his body.

The old man, who was well versed in the power of kings, despite his reservations about the cunning Odysseus, stepped forward and reached out his hand to pull the Itace king to his feet.

Agamemnon did not abandon the serious wound of the brave herald Tartipios, who had broken both legs, and made a simple stretcher with his cloak tied between two throwing spears.

The heroes present could not tell the origin of the ferocious wolf, and they all looked at the prophet Karcas, but the priest of the army, a famous soothsayer, also did not gain anything from the details of the giant wolf.

He stretched out his hand to stroke the mane of the fierce wolf, which was as hard as an iron needle, and prayed silently in his heart to hear the guidance of the gods, but the gods of the sacred mountain were too busy to care about the Kalcas who served them faithfully.

In desperation, in order to maintain his position and prestige, this well-known prophet can only judge according to his own experience: "I can't see the past of the giant wolf, nor can I see its future, and now the monster is lying on the ground, I can only say that it is not protected by the moon god." ”

When Lu Bin heard this, he couldn't help but nod lightly: "Smart man! Take yourself away from this matter, no matter what happens in the future, Kalkas will be innocent." I underestimate him a little, the prophets are all human spirits, this sentence is good. ”

The wolf's mane, which is as hard as an iron needle, is deeply loved by the heroes present, who use the knives they carry with them to cut off a cluster of skin as a collection, decorate their helmets, or other personal belongings, and show their martial prowess.

A ferocious wolf defeated the herald of the royal city of Sparta, whose strength was comparable to that of ordinary heroes, and the hunting team dominated by heroes, not only did not feel sad about this, but felt that this was the glory of Tartipios.

The lower-ranking hero, refusing the help of his retinue, happily sings the carol of the moon god and together lifts the improvised stretcher and prepares to take Tartipios home.

Lu Bin glanced at the many servants whose strength was so low that they didn't even show the "map" of the Book of Brigade Mages, temporarily knotted two vertical and two horizontal wooden frames, and moved the corpse of the ferocious wolf to it, and then the eight people lifted it together, put the wood on their shoulders, and shouted the trumpet with a hum, three steps and two steps, bypassing the hunting team dominated by heroes, and returning to Orris City, the headquarters of the coalition army, first.

Calcas looked back at the Sacred Grove, where there was not a single bird or beast left, Agamemnon accidentally killed the Red Horned Deer, the pet of the Moon God, did not happen as scheduled, what should I do tomorrow for the sacrifice ceremony? The coalition army set sail smoothly from Sisera, and the sacrifice of the Moon God indicated that Agamemnon should submit in order to harvest his royal energy, and where to start.

On the island of Sisirah, hunting and the territory of the moon god Artemis could not be obtained, the vast sea, and Troy on the other side were protected by the gods, and it was not so easy to coerce the commanders of the coalition forces.

Calcas pondered the irrationality in it, his brain ached faintly, but he didn't have any clue, he couldn't help but look back again, looking at the quiet and heart-pounding holy forest, and vaguely aware that there were extremely terrifying monsters hidden inside.

Lu Bin felt the gaze of the prophet Calcas, swept around him, and immediately smiled dumbly, put away the book of the traveling mage, and silently walked towards an ancient tree with a thick hug, walked in as if nothing had happened, and disappeared completely.

The never-before-seen giant wolf, brought back to the city of Oris by the hero's retinue, immediately attracted the attention of the Greek princes, who all heard the truth from the acquaintances of the hunting party, and they all unanimously exclaimed in admiration.

It didn't take long for the force of the allied commander, Agamemnon, and his friendly treatment of his partners and friends, to spread throughout the city of Orris, and even in the large workshops along the coastline, there were good craftsmen talking about it.

Being able to follow such a strong and powerful commander who knows how to treat his subordinates and partners well, the originally high morale of the coalition army has become more and more boiling.

The sea breeze blew at night, taking away the sweat of the craftsmen's hard work for a day, and also the heat of people's hearts, and even the restless people, after a simple dinner, went into the tents hung with red cloth according to their own preferences, and used the accumulated wages to get a short solace in the cheap slave girls.

The large factory of 10,000 people was a good place for slave traders to make money, and they were usually citizens of a certain Greek city-state, and they could only run this kind of business through the upper echelons of the coalition army.

Lu Bin turned into a gust of wind and wandered in the tent area, and lingered in the workshop area, watching the night wind whistling by, blowing the calm sea, and couldn't help but reverie.

"I tried to upset Agamemnon's fate, and Calcas still couldn't do anything about it. However, the prophecies of this world are usually carried out by the gods themselves, and the prophet is only a mouthpiece and has no power of his own, so the soothsayers of the coalition are still waiting for Artemis' signal. ”

Lu Bin recovered his body and landed on the beach, stretched out his hand to extract Triton's sword from the yin wind, its form was transparent as crystal, the texture was close to nothingness, and it blended with the night without distinguishing from each other.

"My battle trot, the Sword of Tritong can control the weather and weather, tomorrow will depend on your performance. ”

After speaking, there was a tremor from the sword body, Lu Bin knew that this was the awakened sword spirit, and he sent out a heartfelt joy, and couldn't help but nod lightly, showing an approving smile.

The next day, Agamemnon, the commander of the coalition army, who had drunk and stayed up all night with many heroes, stood in front of the temple of Artemis in high spirits, and killed a wild boar with sharp fangs and a pure white lamb with his own hands, and the blood soaked the wood of the burnt offering, and flowed everywhere.

Later, Agamemnon himself raised a fire and lit it, and in the blazing pyre, the sacrifice and blood were burned into ashes and rose straight up, reaching the clouds on the heights.

"The great gods have accepted our sacrifices, and this voyage to Troy will surely be victorious!"

At that moment, the sacred beast guarding the altar, a red serpent that had come by the oracle of the gods to show the omen, crawled on the ground, snaking out of the altar and heading towards the nearest pine tree.

The commander of the coalition forces had just held the sacrificial ceremony, and immediately came back to his senses after a short period of confusion, and was about to get up and trample on the strange snake, but the soothsayer Calcas immediately stepped forward and reached out to stop Agamemnon.

His arms were so hard that they were like indestructible walls of brass that Agamemnon saw many things in the soothsayer's resolute eyes, and he no longer insisted on fighting him.

The nearest branch of the pine tree to the ground lay a nest of sparrows waiting to be fed, and there were nine of them together with their mothers. The red snake swam into the nest and devoured all the young and female. Later, the red serpent returned to the altar contentedly, coiling its body, revealing its round head, which abruptly faded to its original color and became a cold stone statue.

Lu Bin reached out and patted his forehead with some annoyance: "I actually forgot this good show, the harbinger of the ten-year siege of the city, it turned out to be a sacrificial ceremony before the expedition." ”

The prophet Karcas immediately received a signal from the gods of the holy mountain, and after a while, Lu Bin saw this old fellow, and he was talking exaggeratedly, and in an aria tone, he sang an ode to the gods, and explained the omen that happened in front of everyone's eyes very thoroughly.

Agamemnon, the commander of the coalition forces, suddenly sank in his heart: "Troy on the other side of the sea can only be captured in the tenth year. God, this is not the same as saying yes. ”

Although the future was a foregone conclusion, Agamemnon and many other heroes were not discouraged, after all, Troy had too much wealth, even if it was divided into a few hundred shares, it would be enough for the Greek city-states to enjoy themselves happily for decades.

"Set sail!"

With the order of Agamemnon, the commander of the coalition forces, the fierce storm suddenly lifted the falling battle flag, and in the huge harbor, thousands of warships raised their snow-white sails, and no one sailed away in order, all of them were scrambling to grab the first place.

When the coalition forces of the Greek city-states left one after another, Lu Bin went to the almost abandoned coastal workshop, spread out the book of the traveling mage, and gushed out a dense fog like substance, quickly engulfing more than 10,000 square meters of ground, and began to make new land cards together with the craftsmen who could not avoid it.

"The coastal workshop of Sisira, also known as a hectare of coastline, the third-order white card, the production site of Bronze Age weapons, is characterized by open-air and coastal characteristics. Three blank card slots, which can be placed in elite craftsmen and legendary craftsmen, with a basic training ground for warriors, a shooting range, a weapon rack, and ,......"

Lu Bin glanced at it and thought of the craftsmen of Illyria, all of whom were unknown people with mediocre skills, and couldn't help but think of the great master Daedalus, who was sung in this life, and his nephew Taros, who was better than the blue.