[Human Records? Mycenae (2)]: Mycenae is the most powerful country in the Peloponnese continent. It has the wisest king and the most civilized system.
The king sits at the top of the royal power, disciplining the mediocre humans on behalf of the gods. Below the king is a parliament composed of noble people. They openly discuss and come up with strategies, and finally the king they trust makes the decision.
Wang Kui was lying comfortably in the seawater, feeling the coldness of the seawater, when suddenly there was the sound of people walking in the seawater. He turned his head slightly and glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw Lyktans walking towards him with a gloomy face.
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"Kratos, how did you do it."
Wang Kui naturally understood the meaning of the other party's words. He kept his lying posture unchanged and replied casually: "Pray to the God of War to gain strength, and then stab its asshole hard at the right time."
Lyktans immediately said: "I have never seen the light of the God of War descend on you."
Wang Kui answered the question incorrectly: "A real Spartan warrior not only has strength, but also uses it correctly. We should know when to attack and when to defend. A Spartan who only values strength cannot become a Spartan."
A true warrior."
Lyktans' face was still gloomy, but a thoughtful light flashed in his eyes. He glanced at Wang Kui who was drifting in the sea, then turned and left without saying a word.
Wang Kui glanced at Lyktans's back, a faint smile appeared on his lips, and then he closed his eyes and enjoyed the comfort of sea bathing.
Due to Accra's injury, the walking speed of the Spartans slowed down, but because they already had enough food, they were not in a hurry and made temporary changes to the original planned route to avoid the possible appearance of Warcraft.
In the area, walk on the commercial road with more people.
Soon after the Spartans left the Argos territory along the coastline, they entered a desolate town. Of course, desolation was only Wang Kui's idea. After experiencing the feasting world in his previous life, this small town without a name
In his eyes, the town is even comparable to the famous starvation land of Rwanda.
But in this world, apart from the royal cities of various countries, such a small town is already a representative of wealth and civilization. Even in the royal cities, there is still a large amount of stench and poverty, and even the freedom of life cannot be controlled.
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There they exchanged the cumbersome griffin bones and precious organs, and obtained some coarse cloth and spices that were not produced in the tribe. As for the griffin's rock-hard feathers, they were not exchanged.
Along the way, Wang Kui discovered that Accra did not reject contact with outsiders, but instead allowed them to see and understand the outside world as much as possible. This made Wang Kui have a clear understanding in his heart that the purpose of hunting might not only be for
Solving food problems is so simple.
It is also worth mentioning that the most prominent symbol in each place along the way is the statue of the god that is incompatible with backwardness and poverty. Even in the most desolate Gobi, there will be a great body of the god standing.
His majestic body is taller than ordinary people, and his expressions are carved lifelike. He looks down at the mediocrity of mortals from above as if the true god has descended, and accepts the most heartfelt prayers of mortals with peace of mind.
Wang Kui saw many times that the poor, covered in filth and plagued by hunger and disease, still prostrate themselves at the feet of the statue of Dionysus, the god of wine. Their sallow faces still could not conceal their devout faith. They longed for their own.
Prayers and offerings can be answered by the gods and grant them hope of survival.
"Do gods really care about the wishes of mortals?" Wang Kui couldn't help but murmured to himself.
Akela said without hesitation: "Only the God of War is our only belief. He listens to our prayers and gives us strength and life. Other gods are just mediocre empty shells. They have no power of pride.
Without the majesty of the gods, only giving out some trivial favors when they are happy, or in other words, shame."
As if to prove what Accra said, the statue of Dionysus carved from a whole rock suddenly shone with divine light, and the air was immediately filled with the rich aroma of wine.
The poor man who received the reward kowtowed to the ground gratefully, as if the wine could relieve the hunger and disease he was facing, and then he drank the wine with the red luster in his hand tremblingly in the envious eyes of others.
Seeing this scene, Wang Kui couldn't help but think of a famous poem from his previous life: The bones on the road are frozen to death, and the wine and meat of the rich families are smelly.
Echoing the brilliance of the statue of the god, is a human being wearing a gorgeous robe. He stands in front of the statue of the god, enjoying the offerings and worship of the common people, just like the substitute of the god in the mortal world.
Akela said: "These are the priests of the temple. Even the idols in the wilderness, while enjoying the sacrifices of mortals, there are also priests who serve the idols. They are the closest existence to the gods and are revered by humans."
After hearing Akela's explanation, Wang Kui couldn't help but think of Abu. His existence was like the priest of the God of War, but compared with what he saw before him, they were two completely opposite existences.
When they saw a group of burly Spartans with weapons approaching the village, the villagers who were still working immediately fled back to their houses with shocked faces and closed the doors and windows tightly. Only a few bold young adults watched warily.
He was looking at Akela and others, but the work at hand could not proceed no matter what.
Seeing the resistance of the villagers, Akela had no choice but to say: "Kratos, you go into the village alone and exchange furs and dried meat for some crops. Further north, you should bring some crops for food."
After speaking, Akela led the other Spartans in the opposite direction. They were going to camp in the wild, on a small dirt slope not far from the village.
After Kratos entered the village, he was unsurprisingly met with the vigilant eyes of the villagers. In the Peloponnese continent, the Spartans are synonymous with barbarism, cruelty and war. Even the most ordinary Spartans have
Kong Wu has a powerful figure, and the powerful Kratos is walking in the dilapidated village at this time, naturally he is as dazzling as standing out among the chickens.
Kratos searched and scanned with eagle eyes, and soon found a house that was incompatible with the surrounding environment, and then strode over without saying a word.
It was a building like a small palace, with patterns representing the glory of the gods carved on the rocks on the outside of the house.
Obviously this is the priest's house. Compared with the surrounding thatched houses, its magnificence and spaciousness make it look like the earthly palace of the gods.
The house is surrounded by a fence made of wooden posts as thick as an arm, and a fence as high as one person tightly surrounds the entire house in the middle.
Wang Kui glanced up and down and knew that he was at the back of the house. Just when he was about to go around to the front, a small door of the house suddenly opened.
It was a thin man dressed as a villager. When he saw Wang Kui standing outside, he looked up and down casually, then re-locked the stone lock on the door, carrying a cloth bag that was larger than the others, and walking lightly.
, swaggering past Wang Kui.
When the man disappeared from sight, Wang Kui turned his head and looked at the stone lock hanging at the door without blinking. The door was tightly sealed with a fist-sized lock polished from hard rock.
In this world, craftsmanship is very advanced, no less than the industrial civilization of the previous life. Craftsmen have received the technology given by the gods and can create sophisticated and complex items.
It looks like an ordinary stone lock on the outside, but inside it is a complex structure similar to gears. However, due to the low cost of stone, ordinary civilians can also own it, but the disadvantage is that it can be easily cracked by violence.
Looking at the stone lock that contained the unique ingenuity of this world, Wang Kui's eyes couldn't help but shine with a strange light.
Kohler pretended to be nonchalant, but his body was like a weightless shadow, moving quickly behind houses or obstacles, avoiding everyone's attention along the way, and finally reached the edge of the village, carrying the bag very quickly.
Soon disappeared from sight.
After leaving the village, Kohler looked back behind him to make sure no one was noticing before finally slowing down. Then he bumped the bag on his shoulder, feeling the weight of the contents inside, and couldn't help but reveal a relaxed smile on his face.
"Hermes, this is the so-called fate. I didn't expect us to meet again so soon, Mr. Thief."
A strange voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and Kohler was startled. He immediately turned his head, and then saw an unexpected person blocking the road in front of him without him realizing it.
As the king of agents in his previous life, Wang Kui had the title of King of Hell. It was not difficult for him to figure out the identity of this thief and appear on his escape route one step ahead.
"If you don't mind, can you give me the contents of the bag?" In the face of the other party's surprised look, Wang Kui continued to tease: "Of course this is definitely a fair deal, and you will get some Spartan specialties.
Hide and dried meat.”
Kohler was shocked at first, but soon calmed down. Although he didn't know how this strange Spartan could spy on his whereabouts, Kohler, who is known as an escapee, was confident that with the strength of the other party,
Ridiculous muscles cannot possibly pose any threat to himself.
"Stupid Spartan, you probably don't know yet, but standing in front of you is the escaped Kohler. My name is like the traceless wind. Even the palace of Corinth cannot stop my steps."
Kohler glanced at Wang Kui contemptuously, then walked forward with the bag on his shoulders, walking past Wang Kui unscrupulously, as if he didn't take him seriously at all. (To be continued)