The young Destiny Warlock tried to use his magic weapon, but suddenly closed his eyes.

Dark talent, lethargy.

Pitch-black inferno lava enveloped his entire body.

Not only this young Destiny Warlock, except for the middle-aged Destiny Warlock, most of the Golden Warriors and Golden Mages had all kinds of dark talents.

A person who is numb will lose his judgment of danger, and even if he is burned by the flames all over his body, he will not feel pain and danger until he is burned to death.

Those who are confused forget to cast spells or use combat skills, walk around, don't know what to do, and are slowly burned to death.

Suddenly, several golden warriors and magicians killed their own people.

There was endless anger and fear on each of their faces.

"Kill you!"

"You murderer!"

"You're resurrected again, I'm going to kill your whole family!"

……

They have a hidden talent within them: illusions.

One of the most terrifying talents in the dark line.

"Unforgivable." The middle-aged Fateorcer was surrounded by a blinding white light, unaffected by the inferno magma, and pointed at the Hell Unicorn.

The morning sky was so bright that you couldn't see the stars even if they were in the sky.

But at this moment, everyone felt that the sky darkened, and a doji star lit up in the eastern sky, and then, the doji turned into a holy white flame, which instantly crossed the space and hit the Hell Unicorn.

A pillar of white light as tall as a ten-story building fell with a bang.

It's like a holy fire waterfall.

The Hell Unicorn just snorted, and its body was completely vaporized.

The ground left a deep hole in pitch black.

"It's a pity, there is no way to resurrect, if you are killed by the Fate Saint Yan, you can still be resurrected, and I will call Su Ye a teacher in the future." Euclid sighed.

"That's what you said, I remember." General Fast said.

"What do you remember? I forgot. Euclid gave Fast a blank look and continued to look at the Persian camp.

The Hell Unicorn was killed, but the last Inferno Magma killed seven Golden Warriors and four Golden Mages, as well as four Golden Warriors and six Golden Mages who died from the illusions in their bodies.

However, looking at the angry gold and sanctuary in the Persian camp, the Greek coalition army did not choose to rush into the camp after all.

The magic of a Persian warship, emitting a frosty light.

Even now, the total strength of Persia still exceeds that of the Greek coalition.

The navy of the Greek coalition has not yet arrived.

General Fast looked at this scene and said in a low voice: "It's a pity, if Admiral Themis's navy arrives, we will be caught on both sides, and we can already hail the final victory." ”

A golden general next to him sighed and said, "The nobles are still watching, the city-states are still waiting, even if the first big battle is won, they are worried about the destruction of the navy." Fortunately, we are still victorious in the second battle, and tonight, the Greek coalition navy should be departing from the port of Athens. ”

"Nobles...... They are mad dogs who can only see the immediate benefits, and if we win both battles, they will definitely treat Persia as fat, and when the time comes, ...... Hopefully I'm thinking too much. General Fast looked silently into the distance.

The Persian battalion has gradually calmed down.

"I don't understand politics, and if you use mathematical thinking to calculate, you will always think too little." Euclid looked at Su Ye.

"Yes, when they think that Persia is a soft persimmon, they will inevitably remove other people's hands and pinch them themselves."

"They'll hold a hedgehog." Euclid disagreed.

"But it's not just the hands of the nobles who bleed, which is why General Mithiades would rather offend the Ares than fight against the Persian army." Fast looked at the Greeks on the battlefield.

"Someone is going to light the flames of Grey River." Euclid looked away from Suye and turned to the blue ocean, where the dense Persian warships gently rose and fell with the waves.

Fast glanced at Su Ye and then at the Greek soldiers.

"Yes, the final victory will be ours in the end." Fast smiled faintly.

The smile on his face was exactly the same as that on the faces of Greek soldiers.

Su Ye is counting the Spartan warriors.

Six people were killed, all of them in the Persian attack.

There were only twenty-four left.

Neither Commodeus, Castor, nor the other Spartan warriors had the slightest grief.

This is the fate of the warrior.

They did not die in defeat, but fell before victory.

"In this battle, your exploits are enough." Commodus Road.

Kastor nodded.

"Are you sure?" Su Ye Dao.

"Killing a Fatemaker is half a general's military feat. It was you who defeated the four legions, plus the warriors and mages who died directly to the unicorns, and it was enough to give half a general. Commodes' tone was full of envy.

"I never thought that a bronze mage could earn military merit so easily, even our demigod family couldn't do it...... No, you're already silver. Castor's tone was equally full of envy.

"I'm honored for you, too." Su Ye Dao.

Commodus and Castor rolled their eyes in unison, Su Ye's mouth was always so poisonous.

Kastor suddenly turned his head to look at the coalition generals on the city wall, was silent for a long time, sighed, and said, "Next, you can't leave, but you can use the excuse that there is a problem with your magic and rest for a while." ”

"Oh?" Su Ye looked at Kastor with a puzzled face.

"You know magic, you know combat, but you don't understand nobility." Castor said helplessly.

Su Ye frowned and thought for a while before he nodded and said, "I probably understand what you mean." But they can't be stupid to that extent, right? ”

"The Persians look just as stupid after losing two battles, but are they really stupid?" Castor tract.

"Yes, they are not stupid, they are just kidnapped by the past and desperately fight against the tide of the times with their rigid minds, but their minds always tell themselves that they are right. They think they are protecting themselves, but they can't protect themselves, they are only protecting their own ignorance. Su Ye looked at the Persian camp and looked at the various utensils that had been eliminated by the Greeks long ago.

There is a generational difference of at least ten years.

"Lie down now." Castor tract.

Su Ye nodded and said, "We will win eventually." ”

Su Ye said, took out the homemade stretcher from the ruin space, put it on the ground, and walked up by himself.

"Let's go." Su Ye Dao.

"Urak! What's wrong with you, Urak? Are you over-depleted in your mana? Castor cried out loudly, expressionless, but his voice was full of sadness and sadness.

"Ahh The rest of the battle is up to you...... I tried my best! Su Ye closed his eyes after speaking.

"You two ......," Commodus cried.

Many people looked here, even the generals on the city walls.

Two Spartan warriors rushed over, lifted the stretcher, and slowly walked with the team to the fortress.

Euclid hurriedly cast a spell and ran over with a gust of cyan wind.

"What's wrong? Is it affected by the power of fate? Euclid asked.

"Fate can't affect me, nobles can." Su Ye squinted and said lazily.

The sun was still quite dazzling.

Euclid was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"I see, you rest for a few days, and when the time is right, I will contact you." Euclid Road.

"How's my military exploits?" Su Ye asked.

Euclid glanced at the city wall and said, "As long as General Fast is in charge of military merits, no one will deprive you of your military merits." ”

"What if General Fast had another appointment?" Su Ye asked rhetorically.

"They're going to have to deal with General Mithiad first." Euclid Road.

"Well, yes, they're mouse-eyed, but they're not stupid." Su Ye mixed in a Greek swearing.

"But if they want military merit, they must get the consent of General Miteade." Castor tract.

"Of course, there are gains and losses, no one can take everything alone, General Miteades can't, and neither can the nobles." Euclid Road.

"Yes." Castor tract.

A group of people passed through the city gates, entered the fortress, and made their way to the residence.

The corners of Su Ye's mouth suddenly raised a mocking smile.

Commodeus, Castor, and Euclid also looked at each other, all with similar sarcasm on their faces.

The Spartan soldiers did not change.

"You Athenians, it's funny." Commodus couldn't help but sneer.

"We Spartans couldn't ask for people, we were driven away by you, and now we are still on the city wall to sigh why he is not from Athens, I didn't hold my stomach and laugh, but I gave you enough face." Castor touched the tiger's head on his belly.

"You Spartan mages are like thieves." Euclid Road.

Castor whispered.

Commodus looked back at the walls and at the backs of the nobles.

Su Ye opened his eyes slightly and saw a familiar figure.

The figure that had been knocked unconscious by a large wooden stick, and the pale blonde curls.

Above the city walls, Andre scanned the plains of Marathon with gray-green eyes.

"I love it here, the shouts of the warriors are more pleasant than the sound of my harp." Andre smiled.

"You are so humble that even the horn of the battlefield cannot match your harp. If the war ends before the Pythian Tournament, you will be the harp champion of the year. Champion of the music of the Young Athenian General Gapitia, you will have the grace of the sun god. The young nobleman on the side said.

"Child, your praise has made me ashamed. I just accidentally commanded a battle, and then I might kill a golden warrior or golden mage with my family's magic weapon, and finally get military merit, which is probably the level of a corps commander. Teenage generals are too exaggerated for me to do. A smile bloomed on Andre's face.

Child sighed and said, "Speaking of military exploits, that silver mage named Ulak is really shit lucky, there is a magical magic servant who was lucky enough to restrain the army of giants, and even accidentally killed a fate warlock. Those generals have been talking about him all the time. Not surprisingly, he will be the youngest general of all these years, second only to Aristotle. ”

"Yes, this Spartan is still much worse than Aristotle. The famous Battle of Burning Fire really shook the whole of Athens, which also led the military to pay more attention to the training of magicians. Unfortunately, the old diehards have been afraid of the magician. Andre said.

"I, a warrior, can't understand you magicians." Childe shrugged.