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The hairdressed, Athena, squinted at Ares, the leader of the army, who was laughing like thunder, and saw the rough eldest brother sitting on the throne of war, reaching out to brush the thick blood-colored clouds, making the duel in front of the Nether Trojan City clearer.

Prince Paris, armed with a long and short sword, is like a fiddler crab rampaging on the shore, taking a vigorous step, and occasionally teasing the bulky and sluggish sea lions. The aging body and heavy shields, spears, and even the swords he carried with him made the Spartan king Menelaus exert more strength.

Ares excitedly flapped the armrest of the throne, his iron-gloved palm, and with each collision would polish countless dazzling sparks. Although he accepted Menelaus's prayers and gave the king of Sparta a keen eye for warplanes, it did not prevent Ares from favoring Prince Paris.

After all, the unique martial arts skills displayed by this wild boy who was raised by a mother bear in Mt. Date are different from the genres inherited by all the old people of the earth today. Abandoning a shield with better protection and choosing a dual-handed, full-attack fighting style has already attracted the attention of the gods of the Holy Mountain such as Ares.

If this strange martial art was created by Paris himself, it is enough to prove that the talent of the Trojan prince may not have the opportunity to enter the sleep of war in Ares in the future and become a member of the invincible god army.

If this strange martial art was taught to Paris by a certain god, then it is necessary to investigate who is doing everything possible to interfere with the fate of the Trojan prince, repeatedly using the turbulence of fate set off by the Battle of Troy to distort the pre-arrangement of the gods of the Holy Mountain.

When Menelaus, the king of Sparta, gave up his heavy shield wrapped in nine layers of cowhide, threw away his spear with the thickness of a goose's egg, and stripped off his heavy armor, only the sword he carried with him went into battle lightly, and quickly caught up with the fast-paced Trojan prince, closing the distance between them, and the sword was a heavy blow.

The gods of the Holy Mountain thought that there was no suspense about defeating this, but Paris immediately took advantage of the young man's abundant physical strength, violently exploded his potential, and accelerated forward with his feet wrapped in the wind, without the slightest concern for his face.

Menelaus, who missed the blow with a single blow, withdrew his bronze sword that had sliced the ground out of knee-deep grooves, crouched slightly, and then pursued with all his strength, vowing to stain the battlefield with the blood of the shepherds of Mount Ida.

It's a pity that Paris is not a short-sighted man who wants to get rid of the pursuit of his opponent, under the guidance of Lu Bin, the Trojan prince who has learned and mastered blind warfare is like an eye in the back of his head, and he can see Menelaus's every move.

The hero's dueling arena has no borders, but Paris leads the king of Sparta and stoms on a near-perfect ring with his feet. After ten consecutive laps of running at full speed and more than 10,000 meters, the Trojan prince finally heard Menelaus' breathless panting - not his pretentious acting skills earlier, but the fatigue caused by real physical exhaustion.

"It's time! Send him on his way!" Lu Bin's incarnated phantom wandered the battlefield, but the sound of pointing was far and wide, reaching Paris's ears.

The Trojan prince immediately understood, and without hesitation, he turned abruptly, gritted his teeth and endured the creaking protest of his ankle joints, and stabbed the long sword of his right hand backwards.

The king of Sparta, who was mentally lax due to physical exhaustion, did not notice the counterattack of his prey, and by the time he reacted, his fast body had long been uncontrollably pressed towards the tip of the sword.

With a "snort", his huge heart was pierced through the gap between his ribs by a sharp sword like ink, and the muscles of his whole body instantly tensed, and all his internal organs collapsed and gathered at the moment of injury.

For Menelaus, who has the body of a demigod, the heart being cut in two does not immediately take his life, and in order to drag the enemy into the water, he immediately gathers the last of his strength, ready to burst out.

Unexpectedly, Paris was extremely experienced, and raised his foot and kicked the Spartan king's sword-wielding right hand. Between breaths, the Trojan prince, who grew up in Mount Ida, awakened the potential in his body, and even condensed a three-bladed tall violent bear behind him, which immediately turned into a streamer and injected into Paris's right hand.

The Trojan prince immediately abandoned his sword, clenched his right hand into a fist at his waist, and performed a lunge of the miraculous "return pistol" and squatted slightly, kicking his leg sharply and straightening his waist, with the help of the earth like a mother, raising the power of the violent bear to the maximum.

Lu Bin saw Paris's right fist glow with a faint golden light, and it slammed into the chest of the Spartan king with great speed, and then he heard the clatter of broken ribs.

The burly Menelaus, who was defeated by the Trojan prince's fist that could hurt the gods, threw himself back to the ground, a deep hole in his chest - even if he had the body of a demigod, he could not withstand a heavy blow that combined the power of the wild and the potential of the demigod.

Paris's right hand was also uncomfortable, and his entire forearm was bleeding red, apparently forcing him to use a force that did not belong to him, and to pay a high price for his body. However, in order to win the final victory, the Trojan prince chose to sacrifice himself.

The heart was cut into two pieces, the sternum was broken and shattered, and these fatal injuries fell on ordinary people, who died two or three times ago. However, the wounded were replaced by a demigod hero, and Paris did not know if he could recover from it.

So, according to the instructions of the gods who sheltered Troy, or even only the royal family, he strode forward, went around the back of the king of Sparta, and stabbed Menelaus into the top of Menelaus's head with the short sword in his left hand, the tip of the sword instantly pierced through the jaw and poked out the cartilage of the Adam's apple.

Prince Paris was still not at ease, and was about to continue to replenish a few swords, but the Spartans, who were watching the battle nearby, saw the defeat of King Menelaus and the corpse being insulted by the Trojans, and rushed forward in anger.

"Stand out, no matter how strong your martial arts are, you are no match for hundreds or thousands of Spartans, listen to my consolation, and return to the royal city at once." ”

Prince Paris immediately understood, and did not even take back the long and short swords, so he ran away, leaving the Spartans who had no intention of pursuing him far behind.

Lu Bin, who roamed the battlefield as a phantom, harvested the soul of Menelaus, the king of Sparta, and immediately used his authority to send it to the dark and lightless underworld.

"The weapons recently produced by the coastal workshops of Sisila are very good! even the Greek heroes of demigods can be killed, and the host Daedalus is worthy of being a legendary craftsman. If I infuse Hephaestus's divine blood into it, I may be able to elevate him to a divine craftsman, enough to inherit a dark gold garment. ”

The Spartans violated the rules of dueling and saw their king defeated and fallen, forcing the victor Prince Paris to flee back to the city of Troy. Such a despicable act seriously angered the Trojans, who had watched the battle and cheered incessantly.

"The people's hearts are available, the morale is high! With the victory of Prince Paris in killing the king of Sparta, a great battle will be launched. Menelaus' blood was used to sacrifice the flag. ”

Lu Bin's whispering sounded behind Hector, and he never missed the point, and the Trojan prince had long been convinced of Lu Bin. In addition, he is tired of the nine-year war and wants to end it as soon as possible.

With the order of Hector, whose prestige was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, the Trojan warriors, including a large number of their own heroes, immediately mounted their chariots and led their subordinates to rush out of the gate opened by the winch.

At the forefront were still Hector, Kuknos, and Aeneas, the triumvirate of the Trojan Alliance, who led a torrent of thousands of chariots and slammed into the Spartans, who were guarded but powerless to change the defeat.

Lu Bin saw Apollo, a long-range shooter, looking after Aeneas, who had been blessed with his bow, and sent out sharp arrows like a shower, sweeping down a dozen Spartan warriors who dared to raise their swords against them on the spot.

"Very accurate! It should be Apollo's divine grace, which can make the target of Aeneas's attack lock on with his gaze. ”

Hector's combat skills were complete and almost perfect, Lu Bin did not deliberately give too many instructions, and the phantom of his incarnation fell behind Kuknos, the son of Poseidon.

With an invulnerable god, Kuknos can definitely rule the battlefield when Achilles, the first hero of Greece, can't avoid the battle. The first Greek hero to die at his hands, the son of Tramon the Great, who was redeemed by a shipload of gold, silver and jewels, did not think of returning home, but stubbornly stayed at the coalition garrison and gathered his old subordinates to prepare for battle.

Before the Greeks could react to the Armageddon that had officially begun, they lost two heroes of outstanding prestige one after another, as well as the last Spartan warband, nearly 1,200 fierce warriors, who were completely crushed by the rolling traffic of the Trojans in order to snatch the body of the king.

The Greeks were forced to fight, and in order to feed a huge army of nearly 100,000 men, nearly half of the warriors were led by famous heroes, harvesting the lives of the peasants with their swords and forcibly stealing their last grain.

The ubiquitous Thracian mercenaries, the elite of the Illyrian coalition, sniped at them, using the Greeks with strong shin armor to sharpen the edge of their swords.

In naval battles, there are two-masted galleons built in coastal workshops modeled after ghost ships, which crush the oars of the Greeks in terms of speed and agility. Not to mention, these ships have high-pressure flamethrowers at the front, and the ballistas and bed crossbows on board can hang the Greeks anytime and anywhere.

In the land battle, the Macedonian mountain people who were completely tamed by the butcher's knife raised by Orpheus, the brave and warlike temperament, after injecting a disciplined fighting style, showed the phalanx that Lu Bin wanted to see, the Macedonian phalanx. Whether the opponent is a hero who likes to be reckless, or a Greek warrior who is keen to fight alone, he will be crushed in front of the Macedonian phalanx.

The decisive battle that came in advance also made the gods of the holy mountain high above pay close attention, and several main gods couldn't help but go to the lower realm one after another when they saw that the heroes they had favored deeply were in a dangerous situation.

Ares, the leader of the armies with a majestic body, was the fastest among the gods of the Nether, and he was no longer satisfied with the leisure of watching the battle on the sacred mountain of Olympus, and was on the battlefield, enjoying the joy of blood and flesh splashing and life withering. The golden cup in Ares's hand, the shallow wine of youth, slowly rose unconsciously, and was immediately drunk by the god of war.