Godslayer In the Comic World

  Chapter 94 Trojan Horse (3 more)

  The old king Priam was full of emotion.

However, the man standing on the chariot, Kratos, shot down Agamemnon with an arrow, avenged his son, and was the benefactor who dragged Troy out of the abyss of destruction. In spite of Jieao, he, the king, still can only treat each other with courtesy.

The old king opened his arms and raised them high: "In the name of the gods and the ancestors of Troy, I praise you! The great warrior Kratos! Your bravery, let the earth change color for you! Let millions The Trojans fell for you—"

  The arrogant speech naturally received a tsunami-like response from the Trojan soldiers.

   "Praise you! Kratos—"

  After ten years of besieging the city and lack of supplies, the Trojans had long been unable to take out any extravagant flower petals to spread all over the sky, but today they triumphantly took out the brass armor that they had snatched from the Greeks and threw them into the sky.

  The glittering appearance is absolutely compelling to Gramon.

   It’s just that Anger wanted to complain: You guys are so handsome when you sprinkle copper pieces now, and you will cry when you pick them up later.

  Here, horns sounded and drums sounded.

  The Trojans tried their best to engage in this triumphant ceremony.

  Ange is also very good. When he waved, two Amazon female warriors carried Achilles' body up.

   "Your Majesty! I offer you the body of Achilles!"

  Of course, the armor was stripped off, and Ange put on the armor of Achilles without hesitation, declaring his possession of the spoils to everyone.

  The old king's eyelids twitched slightly, but his mouth was unambiguous: "Thank you! Warrior! You let my son's soul rest in peace!"

He changed the subject and continued: "The despicable Achilles once desecrated my son's corpse. However, we Trojans are different from him. Desecrating the dead will easily displease Hades, the **** of the underworld! Therefore, we Trojans As the victor, I, your king Priam, have decided to pardon the body of Achilles."

  As a father, he doesn't want to play corpse whip, so the other Trojans naturally have no objection.

   Besides, showing generosity and kindness has always been the exclusive right of the winner.

   Immediately, a general came up next to him, waved his hand, and asked the Greek soldiers to take Achilles' body back.

The king stared at Ang's spartan leather case, with indescribable complex emotions in his eyes, and finally he said: "Thank you, warrior! Your victory, let Troy share the supreme glory .Come on, please enjoy the glory that belongs only to you, and enjoy the grand banquet!"

  The old king spoke very well, but Ange could feel a clear sense of alienation.

   Indeed, it was the king of Sparta who started the war. It was also the Greeks headed by the Spartan king who caused heavy losses to Troy. How could the old king trust a Spartan warrior?

   Both red face and black face are your Spartans?

  Of course, countertop work still needs to be done.

  The old king came over cordially, and gently took Ange's hand: "How? Great warrior, are you interested in joining Troy?"

  The king's invitation was insincere, without any specific official position, without any real benefits, and he didn't even draw a cake for Anger.

  Interesting, this is exactly what Anger meant.

   "I came to help at the invitation of Penthesilea. Now that I have killed Achilles, my mission is complete. If His Majesty allows, I will leave after the dinner."

   "This... so urgent? Don't stay for a few more days, at least enjoy the hospitality of our Trojans, and then witness the defeat of the Greeks with your own eyes!"

  The last sentence of the king is actually the key. The Greek didn't back down, and he wouldn't let Ange go without saying anything.

  Seeing that the Amazon queen next to him also wanted to persuade him, Ange relaxed the expression on his face: "Then let me see how enthusiastic the Trojans are."

  The grand dinner has begun!

  The food that even the king himself would not be willing to eat was served plate by plate.

   To be honest, Ange, who had tried Chinese delicacies, felt that the pickled food served by the Trojans and the bread made of old grains were simply unpalatable.

   But this is already the best food the Trojans can provide, and Angle doesn't mind too much.

  The only bright spot is the old wine of Troy.

  Wine, as long as it is well preserved, mostly the longer the better.

  Seeing the sallow-faced and skinny dancer dancing hard, Ange wanted to laugh a little. The Trojans' behavior of slapping their swollen faces to pretend to be fat is really funny.

   Penthesilea was injured and had to be treated.

   Besides, Ange didn't see Helen.

  Thinking about it, for the Trojans, Helen has long since turned from a fairy to a witch. Reasonable people certainly know that the Greeks have taken a fancy to the land of Troy. But ordinary Trojans would definitely blame Paris for causing trouble and abducting Helen, the scourge.

  It's all right now, Helen also killed Paris.

  Ange can completely foresee that Helen will have a very difficult time in the future.

  On the contrary, the two Amazon female warriors have been eating well for a long time because they have to fight.

  At the banquet, I don’t know how many Trojan heroes and generals came to toast, and Ange, relying on his good physique, almost everyone had a big drink with him.

  If the Trojans don't die, this history can be corrected.

   It was only after Ange was hungover the next day that he was awakened by a loud noise. When he was confused, he didn't even notice that the clothes of the two Amazon women beside him were still quite complete.

  The marks they left on each other probably vomited all over each other.

   Get up in a daze. When Ange came out of the dormitory and saw the huge wooden horse that had been pulled to the central square of the city, his heart sank for the most part.

coming!

   Here comes the Trojan Horse!

  The foolish Trojans still believe that this is their trophy.

   "The Greeks retreat!"

   "The great hero Kratos also killed the Greek coach Agamemnon yesterday! The Greeks ran away in fright."

   "Praise Kratos!"

  The entire palace was full of excited Trojans running around to announce the great event.

  Only the person involved, Ange, felt that the sky was thundering.

  If it wasn’t for the reminder that the system failed to kill Agamemnon, if he didn’t know the world-famous allusion of [Trojan Horse], maybe even he himself would have believed it.

   Now that there are rumors about him killing Agamemnon, all he wants to say is—

I'm not! I don't! Don't talk nonsense!

  Ange's face was livid, and when he put it on the leather case, his expression was numb.

  At this time, Penthesilea's voice came: "Hey, isn't this the hero Kratos who double-killed the Greek coach and the number one fierce general?"

  Looking at the smiling queen, Ange was very serious: "If I tell you, Agamemnon is definitely not dead. Then what do you think of the retreat of the Greeks?"

  (end of this chapter)