Chapter 528： Sacrifice

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.

It seems to be Aphrodite's divine power, and the music is particularly attractive. The sound of the piano passes through heavy barriers and passes into Olympus.

The gods are immersed in the beautiful piano sounds. They seem to feel the ups and downs of destiny, and feel the hesitation, unwillingness, and uprising of Paris.

"I feel the impermanence of fate," Zeus said.

"Dear, that is the fate of mortals, and we are the masters of fate," Hera said to Zeus.

"Paris's fate has been determined, even if he has such a talent?" Said Athena.

Apollo himself was the **** of music. He listened quietly, feeling the twists and turns of fate, and the beauty of music itself.

The uninhabited island soldiers and slaves listened to the music of Prince Paris. Although they did not appreciate the underlying talents, no matter who such a wonderful music, as long as you listen quietly, you will feel some of them.

In the sound of the piano, the soldiers saw their companions killing on the battlefield, charging again and again, and finally in the **** sunset, they stayed on the battlefield forever, the breeze was blowing, the smoke was scattered, and the morning light was spilled on the ground, and it had nothing to do with them. Already.

Some soldiers were in tears and felt the same.

The slaves saw their poor lives in their fate, and they also felt the fate and injustice of fate.

Guzne closed his eyes, murmured in his mouth, and seemed to be accompanied by destiny poetry. He was the person who could best understand impermanence of fate. He had fallen into poverty in the beginning, and now he was rich and rich. His destiny went through a great turn, from a trough to a peak. , Tortuous and ups and downs.

Cosalia's tears covered her cheeks, and her fate changed from happiness to terrible, but she did not escape, but stubbornly met the challenge of fate.

In the sound of music, after praying, the priests waved their hands, and the slaves tied the eight bulls one by one. The priest took a knife and stabbed it with a strong stab, and the bull screamed. The blood springed out like blood springs and flowed to the altar. .

The priest was very skillful at opening the bull's belly, removing the internal organs and bones, cutting off the bull's head, sorting the meat, slaughtering eight bulls in a row, and placing all the divided beef on the altar.

It was offered, and Pei Ziyun's song happened to be completed. He washed his hands and picked up the golden cup, filled with fine wine.

The sound of fate seemed to be still ringing in his ears. Pei Ziyun stepped forward, poured the wine three times, and raised his hands to pray: "Great Zeus, my ancestor, the great Hera, the mother of the gods, the awesome Hades (Hades), choppy poseidon, gaia of the earth, demeter that gave good harvests, athena of wisdom and civilization, artemis with a bow and arrow, light Dazzling Apollo ... "

Pei Ziyun once read the names of the Olympians, saying, "The most precious thing about man is life, and life is only once for each of us."

"I committed such a crime. I had fear and shake. I wanted to escape everything and take Helen to a place no one knew."

"But I'm the prince of Troy. I'm a samurai. How can I easily escape blame."

"Death, some are as heavy as Mount Ida, and some are as scattered as the leaves. I want me to leave the world ~ www.novelhall.com ~ When I look back, I can say that I have committed many sins, but I have not escaped And ashamed, I will put my life and my strength into my atonement, my destiny. "

"Gods, I have sacrificed to you just like today; O gods, I have praised you just like today; if you remember, please give me courage and let me face the challenge of fate calmly. "

With prayer, the bulls didn't have much access to it, only a few.

"It was hades and gaia, but almost none of the Olympian gods."

The feeling of the priest made Pei Ziyun immediately feel the effect of the sacrifice, and his heart sank.

Although Pei Ziyun has not been optimistic about the sacrificial effect just now, sacrificing the gods can clearly see the attitudes of the gods, and secondly, they can make the gods clear their attitudes-they still respect the Olympians as always. God.

In this case, the gods will not suspect that he has a different heart, and then use the thunder method to directly shoot.

In the forthcoming battle of Troy, he will dance the dance of death on the edge of the bottom line of the gods, and calmly harvest the heroes who came to die, and improve his strength as soon as possible.

In order for the gods to continue to play according to the "script", they must first be a godly prince, which is very important.

But even with such mental preparation, this result still made Pei Ziyun's heart sink.

"This sacrifice is actually a sacrifice for sin, but it has not been accepted except for the gods representing the underworld and the earth."

"In a paragraph just now, in fact, I picked a certain famous sentence and moved many people, but it is clear that the gods are indifferent to this."

"Is this the difference between God and man?"

"Mortal minds and generous sentences, or in God's view, just feel ridiculous."