Abu's body was found in the swamp near his hut. Wang Kui was also catching up with two fully armed soldiers. They were pulled into the poisonous swamp and died with Abu.
Together with the bodies of his parents, Wang Kui burned the bodies of all his tribe relatives, and the burning flames almost burned the sky red. In the sound of the bodies being burned, Wang Kui seemed to hear the whimper of the deceased, which was an unwilling roar.
Wang Kui cut his arm with a sharp blade, representing the purest blood of the Spartan tribe gushing out. Then Kratos grabbed an old animal skin from his pocket at his waist and threw it directly into the flames.
The burning flames could not cause any damage to this strange animal skin, but when they touched the thick slurry made of Wang Kui's blood and ashes, they immediately changed. The skin that was invasive to water and fire began to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally collapsed into countless powders and completely merged with the ashes.
Finally, it merged into a dark red thick paint. Wang Kui applied it on his body based on the patterns in his memory.
In his previous life, Wang Kui once saw a primitive and backward tribe while performing a mission in the African jungle. They used their relatives' ashes to smear on themselves to prove that their relatives and themselves will last forever, and to bless themselves with the power of the deceased.
Wang Kui's current approach is to always remind himself of the hatred he bears in this world. He will carry their unwilling souls with all the relatives of the Spartan tribe, and give those enemies the bloodiest and cruelest revenge on the road to revenge.
Seven days later, when Wang Kui walked through the Taiyetos Mountains again, he turned his head and looked at the outline of the Spartan capital from afar, then tightened his cloak to cover up the burning hatred in his eyes.
"From now on, there will be no Wang Kui in his previous life... only the Avenger in this life, Kratos!"
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"Hey Kratos, I heard you are a Spartan. I've never seen a Spartan like you. Is the latest trend of the pattern on you? I think it's cool, it looks like the ashes of something burning. Maybe you can tell me directly that the God of Business is on, and I promise this will cause a sensation in Argos."
"Well, I know what you mean, I want to test my intelligence, so let me guess... You are a Spartan, this must be a special product from Sparta, maybe a birch... or a Taiyetos ore powder plus a little forging trick... Could it be the feces of the Nefia lion?"
This is a caravan with more than 20 people, of which 12 mercenaries from all directions protect the safety of the caravan, and Kratos temporarily joined the caravan heading to Tilings as a traveler.
The merchant in the caravan was a Tilings man about 40 years old. After Kratos showed his force casually, he immediately agreed to his application for joining without hesitation. The merchant's servant, a young man named Little Hack, was said to have wandered in the slums of Tilings since he was a child. He did not know his parents, but he firmly believed that he was an Argos, and always thought that one day he would be able to return to Argos wealthy and become a big man envied by all Argos.
Kratos, the mysterious and taciturn Spartan, immediately became the curious object of Hack. He lingered around Kratos along the way and chatted endlessly, but Kratos never spoke and silently followed the caravan's pace.
In Xiao Huck's view, the Spartan who wrapped himself in a coarse cloth and accidentally exposed his tattoos were full of secrets that could arouse his curiosity.
"Okay, little Hack, I heard that the Spartans have been with wild animals since childhood. When they grow up, they can kill mountain yaks with one punch. Be careful that your head will be smashed to pieces."
Although the guard was smiling, he could not hear any admiration in his tone. Instead, he was unconcealedly provoking and disdainful between talking and laughing.
But whether it was Xiao Huck's entanglement or the provocations of other guards, Kratos had no intention of responding, but still lowered his head silently.
The guards were also slightly bored with the indifferent reaction of Kratos. The provocation was just a small episode of their adjustment of the boring journey. Xiao Huck's enthusiasm seemed to have finally declined. After a while, he had no response and had to return to his master helplessly, and instead reported to his master his views on the strange Spartan.
In this world with backward productivity, there are no vehicles available for efficiency. Walking merchants mainly rely on animal power and even manpower to transport goods. The high transportation cost makes most merchants barely able to support their families.
Therefore, although the status of merchants in this world is not as suppressed as in ancient times, it is difficult to have huge merchants with wealth that are as rich as those of the country. I heard that only in a sea-side country like Argos, which has a seaport, can there be large merchants whose financial resources and strength are no less than those of nobles.
In addition, robbers that may appear at any time are the biggest enemies of all merchants, so even in the face of difficult situations, merchants are willing to pay the price and hire enough guards to protect them.
These guards were once soldiers in the army or hunters who walked around the mainland to hunt monsters and beasts. In order to survive, they would temporarily join the same caravan as their destination. This is also the main reason why Kratos was easily accepted by the caravan.
"The idea is ahead of Hermes's statue, and you are ready with your weapons, and those lowly robbers are peeking at us in the shadows."
The leader who was elected as the escort of the caravan suddenly shouted, and at the same time pulled out the spear hanging behind him, his face full of serious expression.
It is said that the leader of the caravan guard was once a low-ranking officer in the Mycenaean army. He chose to retire after experiencing the war against Minos two years ago. His skillful war skills and combat awareness made him easily favored by various merchants, and both retired veterans and free and unruly hunters were very convinced by him.
Hearing the warning from the leader of the caravan guards, everyone showed their weapons without hesitation. The caravan slowly moved forward with a slow and alert attitude. A statue of the god with wings and a thin figure and a face that could not be seen clearly was standing in the wilderness ahead. Except for the statue of Hermes, the god of the thief, the flat wilderness could not see anything suspicious at first glance.
"Show your weapon, the Spartans, your stupid muscles can't even resist my dagger. If you don't want to suffer, try harder, otherwise I will strip you naked and tie it to the stick."
No matter which country, when facing criminals or prisoners of war, people will insert them with sticks on the ground and use a knife to cut out three to seven wounds that bleed but will not die immediately, exposing them to the sun, slowly bleed to death, and finally dry them into mummies. Being stuck with sticks has become a way to show deterrence.
Although Kratos' head was covered with a coarse cloth cloak and couldn't see clearly, after the guard threatened mercilessly, he slowly showed off the weapon wrapped in the animal skin.
When he saw the scabbard made of monster Siren scales, the guard's eyes couldn't help but flashed with surprise. Finally, when he found that it was a long sword with even the hilt of the sword, his eyes and expression were full of greed.
The caravan carefully avoided the statue of Hermes, but just as most of them breathed a sigh of relief, a scream suddenly came from his ears, and an escort was shot through his heart by an arrow, and fell to the ground and died with a painful expression.
Dozens of simple-clad gray tight-fitting cloth clothes, their faces were also tightly wrapped in cloth strips. The robbers holding weapons suddenly appeared near the statue of Hermes, with wooden arrows and short spears flying towards the caravan.
"Damn it, prepare for battle, everyone protects their animals... Kill all these lowly robbers!" The leader of the guard roared, and the short spear in his hand angrily took action. After piercing through a robber in the front row, he held the spear tightly in his hands, and took the lead and rushed towards the robbers.
Under the leadership of the caravan leader, the other guards did not retreat. They held the weapons in their hands and rushed towards the robbers. After losing 1/3 of the personnel, they finally rushed to the front of the thief. The most violent close-in battle broke out in the two sides.
At this time, everyone knew that it was Hermes, the god of thieves, who helped these robbers, so that they could deceive the eyes of mortals, and ambush near his statue in an open land, waiting for the caravans passing through here.
In the Peloponnese continent, Hermes, the god of thieves, is the most special god. As one of the twelve main gods, his temple is the least of all the gods, but the statues of gods are spread all over the continent and stand on the important roads between the nations.
Although Hermes will not shelter all the thieves on the mainland, all the walking caravans will always be alert, fearing that the one who is unlucky is himself.
These robbers made sufficient preparations, first using long-range weapons such as bows and arrows and guns to weaken the strength of the caravan, and even used a unified short sword in short battles. They advanced and retreated in an orderly manner and cooperated skillfully, and were obviously all thugs with rich experience.
After a while of fighting, the caravan's escort lost most of the losses, leaving only the escort leader and several other escorts, who were forced to the side of the animal power, relying on each other to struggle to support the enemy's attack.
These robbers seem to be unwilling to harm their animal power. In this world, a horse or cattle and other animal power is even more precious than human life. Most merchants do not even have animal power and can only use slaves to carry goods.
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