Chapter 528： Sacrifice (1/2)

The fleet turned towards the nearest island, and the fleet moved silently towards the target.

Soon, the outline of an island appeared in the eyes of everyone, and the outline gradually became larger. It is an uninhabited island. In order to prevent stranding and reef strikes, the fleet went around the island and found a natural pier to dock.

The island is deserted, the birds and beasts are extinct, the rocks are stingy, and when you look around, there are almost no green plants, and the area is very small, only about 1 square kilometer.

”Quick, now prepare the altar materials immediately, build in the open area of ​​the island, and take all the remaining bulls down.” Pei Ziyun ordered.

Pieces of altar material were removed from the ship by the slaves, and the soldiers were responsible for alerting. Under the supervision and planning of the ship priest, an altar was quickly established in the open area of ​​the island.

The temporary altar was circular and erected with earth and stones.

Pei Ziyun wore a white tunic, a bronze belt, and a short sword hung around his waist, his face solemnly dropped from the battleship.

A group of slaves drove the remaining eight bulls off the ship, and after this time sailing on the sea, the bulls lost some maggots.

All soldiers and slaves lined up in front of the altar.

After the unpredictable prediction of Nereus, the sea god, the soldiers and the slaves are now emotionally unstable. In the face of the prediction of the gods, they are horrified.

Thinking of this, Pei Ziyun no longer hesitated and yelled, ”Everyone, Nereus, the **** of the sea, just told us a prophecy. My heart was a little disturbed, but what was the worst result of this prophecy? It was the Greeks who brought the army Follow it up and destroy our home, Troy. They did it once before, and snatched our princess Hesione. ”

”The worst result is just the same, but we Troy are no longer the same as before. When we robbed them, we were meant for revenge and to restore our lost dignity.”

”My dear friends, citizens, when Menelaus came after the Allies, were you ready to meet the arrogant Greeks and show them the stubbornness and indomitability of our Trojans, let They also taste the taste of failure. ”

”Troy will win.” Pei Ziyun raised his arm and shouted.

”It will win.”

”It will win.”

Just now, in the sea **** Nerus, the morale seemed to have recovered a little under the unpredictable blow. Pei Ziyun watched everyone re-ignite hope, glowed with fighting spirit, and nodded slightly.

Pei Ziyun took the bull from the slave, drove eight bulls into the altar, the priest took out the pot of water to sprinkle the altar and the bull, and kneeled to pray to the gods of Olympus.

Helen shivered in the crowd, and seemed to be cold. When she heard the god's prophecy, she was worried, for fear that Paris would send her back to Menelaus.

Although Paris's impassioned words re-ignited the soldiers' hopes, she knew that Menelaus and the Greek coalition forces were strong, and she did not have the bottom of Troy's resistance to the powerful Greek coalition forces.

Pei Ziyun saw her embarrassment and stepped forward to hold her hand for comfort.

”Helen, don't be afraid. I used to have only one wife, Ononie, but once I snatched you from the Spartan palace, I will never regret it, and I will not throw you to the angry Menelaus.”

In the plot, Menelaus raised his sword to kill Helen, and finally forgave Helen—now Helen didn't know this, but was afraid of the angry Menelaus.

”We are in awe of the gods and prophecies, but I'm not a weak person. Menelaus chased after him, and I will teach him fiercely.”

The palm of Paris brought warmth, and with the solace of his words, Helen was gradually calmed down.

”Paris, with you here, I'm not afraid anymore.” A slight smile on Helen's face leaned lightly on his shoulder.

Pei Ziyun thought over and over again, and decided to use music to let the gods feel their mood at the moment, so he ordered the slaves to bring the harp from the ship, and when the priest prayed, he played the harp.

Pei Ziyun's piano skill has a high level of Xu, and Paris has been a master in harp and pastoral flute, and is fully proficient in it.

”Fate, where do you take me?” Pei Ziyun bounced the song ”Fate” of a famous celebrity in the future, which is very suitable and fits his current situation.

Storms and storms in winter, the knights are charging, the sound is sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes low, sometimes high, like a journey of life.

The music slowly decreased, and then slowly increased, cycling twice. It seemed to face the fate of the sword, mountains and seas, patrolling, and dared not step forward, trying to escape.

Destiny is so terrible, people seem to have to bow their heads, but people can't keep their heads down forever, and then the tone of the music rushes straight up. Although the sound of the piano sounds, it seems to sound the horn of war.

In the fierce melody, each other killed each other, everyone seemed to see the sunset like blood, the battlefield was full of soldiers' bodies, and then the sound of the piano gradually decreased, with deep sorrow and sorrow. The morning dawn swept the battlefield. It was a gentle woman, stroking the soldier's cheek gently.