"I'm not going to rush into a battlefield, Barnabas."

Lane said calmly, the tone that detached himself from the situation, and even made Barnabas feel that there was 'something' standing in front of him that did not belong to the human world.

This is the war that has swept the whole of the Greek world and brought everyone together!

It stands to reason that no one should be able to stay out of this war.

But Lan's tone and expression were like that.

"Yes, the Delian League, led by Athens, was not a good thing, because Athenian democracy was only for its own city-state, only for that small group of citizens in its own city-state. Athens was the great slave owners of the Mediterranean, and their civilization and art were built on the exploitation of slaves. Even for allies in the alliance, Athens forced an alliance fee to develop itself. ”

"But was the Peloponnesian League, led by Sparta, a good thing? Nor is it, because Sparta itself is a benchmark for classical militarism. ”

Barnabas and Fauber beside him, the two of them looked blankly at Lann, who was looking at the battlefield from afar, calmly speaking.

They couldn't understand many of the words in the witcher's narrative, but they could vaguely understand what Lan En meant.

It was precisely because of this that they looked at Lan En with even more incredible eyes.

"In my eyes, this is a war without justice, a dog-eat-dog fight for hegemony in the Greek world."

The witcher turned away, leaving the fighting and roaring on the beach behind him, and looked at the stunned Barnabas and Fauber.

"Kassandra is my friend, but her involvement in this war is purposeful and necessary. She is obsessed with completing her 'Odyssey' in this war. And I believe that she will complete her journey. ”

"But I don't have a reason to get involved, and I don't want to be a dog-eat-dog. The Spartans and Athenians would probably be a pleasure to me. But when they joined the army and became representatives of the hegemonic will of the two city-states. Scold. ”

The witcher let out a final sneer.

"In short, this is an unjust war."

"You say I'm not kind, whatever."

With that, Lann simply left the side of the ship, lifted the trapdoor on the deck alone, and jumped from the ladder to the cabin.

"I'm not going to fight an unrighteous war, I'm just that."

The trapdoor snapped shut.

On the deck, Barnabas and Fauber stared at each other in a daze.

In the direction of the beach, the earth-shattering shouts continued. But somehow, two of them, one big and one young, actually felt that the battlefield that was enough to go down in history and poetry was not as shocking as the trapdoor in front of them, which was still trembling.

Barnabas's Adam's apple rolled over his wrinkled neck.

"Ha, haha."

He let out a bitter dry laugh. The one-eyed trembling looked at Fauber.

"Is it my delusion?"

"I always feel . He really doesn't look like one. What about the 'people' who live on earth? ”

And the little girl, who has always jumped out of her cheerfulness, has no normal appearance at this time.

Her expression of calm nodding made Barnabas feel unprecedented. She's kind of like Lane!

"Who knows, Barnabas? Who really knows what the creators of the universe were like? ”

"Anyway, I can accept the reason why he doesn't want to go to the battlefield."

——

Behind Kassandra, an unarmored Spartan soldier picked up a set of Afros tubes, the tubular instruments that poked out from the corners of his mouth as if they were spurted like ivory.

He took a sharp breath and blew, a low, powerful hum emanating from the instrument and sending it around the plain.

This hedging and confrontation between hoplites ended in less than an hour.

Kassandra's performance was the most dazzling on the battlefield.

She flashed with the light of an artifact, and at first, there was an Athenian officer who thought he was powerful and wanted to disembowel this girl who stepped on the battlefield and then take possession of the artifact.

But after a company of well-armed, strong and powerful Athenian officers were slaughtered by Kassandra, these men began to run away from the falconers.

But it was useless to dodge, the broken spear that shimmered with golden light, and the flaming scimitar blade, would still tear the neck of every Athenian officer on the battlefield.

The mass death of the command level left the Athenian soldiers without their backbone.

This led to a disadvantage in the top of the hoplite line, followed by the collapse of the entire line.

The line of defense collapsed, and a large number of Athenians abandoned their shields and fled in a hurry. As the aftermath force, the Boeotian cavalry rushed out from one side, while the mountain people who swarmed from the other flanked threw javelins at the few Athenian legions that held out.

The Spartan [Blood Wolf], who stood on a high cliff and commanded the battlefield, raised his arms and shouted to the army below the cliff.

"See, how afraid the Athenians were of us? The cowardly Pericles fled to the Parthenon, where he spent his days in the company of playwrights and philosophers. Because he knew that the Athenians were running out of time to occupy Megaris, and that the city of Athens would be the next to be conquered by us! ”

While the Allies were clamoring to celebrate their victory, the Spartan soldiers fell silent, and the shouting was their only luxury. They gently inserted the tail end of their spears into the ground, silently drinking from the water bladder, a few whispering to each other in barely audible voices.

Fight, fight, and win. This was a responsibility, not a contribution, in the eyes of the citizens of Sparta, and therefore there was no reason to celebrate.

A soldier stepped down from the ranks around the Wolf of Sparta and asked Kassandra, "Are you the mercenary?" ”

Kassandra looked up at the other, then nodded.

"The Wolves of Sparta are pleased with your performance today. When we get back to the camp, he asks you to meet him. The soldier said.

Out of the corner of Kassandra's eye, she saw Stantor, staring at her, his face darkened with anger.

"I'll go right away."

And on the Adrestia, witnessing the victory of the Spartan army, Kassandra's dazzling performance of Barnabas and Fauber cheered and hugged each other.

But then, the old man, who had lived at sea for most of his life, quickly came to his senses.

"Guys! Rest your paddling hands! Check out the sails and cables! We are always ready to pick up people and set sail! ”

Fauber looked at Barnabas for some reason, and the old man could only explain to her more.

"Fauber, my boy. You haven't forgotten why Kassandra came, right? She was commissioned to hunt [Blood Wolf] to earn money! Now is the time when she's closest to her goal, and when she's done, we'll be running for it right under the noses of the Spartans! ”

"But, but that's her father, isn't it?"

"Father? Scold. Barnabas smiled wryly, "I don't know what Kassandra will decide in the end, but we must at least be prepared to flee for our lives." ”

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