The archery competition continued in full swing.
In another group, Prince Hector was nocking an arrow and aiming at the bullseye in the distance.
"Ten rings."
"Second arrow, ten rings as well."
The surrounding crowd cheered for the prince. Although the atmosphere in Pei Zi Yun's group was very enthusiastic, it could not be compared to Hector's.
Prince Hector had always been outstanding, and was the rightful heir to the throne. With such a hero, the city would be able to survive and develop. Hence, the crowd cheered.
As for Pei Zi Yun, he was just a shepherd. Although his result of ten arrows and ten rings was shocking, he was just a dark horse. He could not be compared to the prince's admirers.
"In the archery preliminaries, shepherd Paris and Prince Hector are tied for first place!" This news caused the atmosphere to reach a new peak.
Everyone cheered for Hector and Paris.
The news of Paris and Hector tying for first place in the archery preliminaries spread like wildfire throughout the city.
As usual, the minstrel sang a beautiful song as he walked along the streets.
"Did you know that the shepherd Paris won first place in the two-hundred-meter race?" A peddler told another peddler the news.
"Heh, I told you that your news is outdated. I just received news that Paris and Prince Hector tied for first place in the archery preliminaries." The peddler who was informed of the news couldn't help but flaunt the latest news he learned from a customer.
Hearing the conversation between the two peddlers, the minstrel stopped in his tracks. He raised the sheepskin pouch in his hand and gulped down a mouthful of wine. He muttered to himself, "Looks like I really have to write a poem for this shepherd blessed by the gods. Oh well, this time I will use my true abilities to let this lucky shepherd know that choosing to work with me was the wisest decision he ever made. "
The minstrel carried the sheepskin pouch filled with wine and slowly walked away.
Temple of Zeus
This magnificent temple had a tall hall. The afternoon sun illuminated the murals on the wall, which depicted the story of Zeus. The gods surrounded him, holding a golden cup in their hands, drinking the wine from it.
Many bronze and marble sculptures stood tall, most of them were naked men and women, holding silver candlesticks. The floor was inlaid with precious wood. In the distance, there was an orchard with a spring flowing through it.
Kassandra, the priest, came to the field of the archery competition on a whim. At this moment, the archery finals began with the hoarse shouts of the crowd.
The archery finals would be decided in one round. The ten contestants would draw lots to decide the order of appearance.
This time, Pei Zi Yun's luck wasn't bad. He was arranged to be the sixth to fight, while Hector had drawn the third lot.
The strength of the first two contestants could not be underestimated. Although they were not particularly stunning, almost every arrow had a nine ring score, which was enough to prove that they were the best in the archery field.
Soon, it was Hector's turn. He pulled out an arrow from his quiver, nocked it, and shot it. It hit the bull 's-eye. He then pulled out a second arrow and shot it again. It was also a score of ten points. Hector fired nine arrows in a row, and they were all ten points.
"Hector, Hector!"
The atmosphere in the field was instantly brought to a climax. The crowd cheered for the prince. They were proud to have such a godly archer as their prince.
When Hector shot the last arrow, Pei Zi Yun clearly felt a slight change. This was what the priest's intuition told him. However, Pei Zi Yun couldn't figure out what exactly had happened.
Kassandra, who was watching, covered her mouth. She saw the shadow of God.
"Pu!" With a sharp whistling sound, the last arrow flew towards the target. However, it seemed to be hit by a little wind, and the final result was different.
"Nine rings!" the signal officer shouted.
Hector's last arrow made a mistake and only hit the bull 's-eye. The crowd sighed, feeling pity for the prince. However, Hector's result was already the first in the finals.
"Hector will definitely not get first in this competition, because Paris must get first place and be introduced to the king. This is fate decided by God!" Pei Zi Yun thought to himself. In the original Battle of Troy, Paris had also won first place in this archery competition. Therefore, even without Pei Zi Yun's participation, Paris would definitely get first place.
What made Pei Zi Yun sigh was that it was difficult to change the decisions of the gods. Even someone as strong as Hector had no choice but to accept the arrangements of fate.
Pei Zi Yun no longer paid attention to the changes in the field. He was fully focused on preparing for this archery competition. He wanted to become the champion in one shot.
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was Pei Zi Yun's turn. Pei Zi Yun took his bow and quiver and slowly walked into the field.
Everyone knew that the outcome of the Battle of Troy had already been decided. The gods had carefully prepared the script, and this archery competition was no exception.
However, Pei Zi Yun's arrival was destined to change everything. He strived to make every detail perfect, hoping to make some changes in the details. In the end, all the small changes would add up to form a huge change. This kind of change was difficult for even the gods to overturn. In the end, they agreed that it was reasonable.
At that moment, Pei Zi Yun cleared his mind of distracting thoughts. He calmly aimed at the bull 's-eye and shot the arrow.
"Xiu, xiu, xiu!"
"The first arrow, ten rings!"
"The second arrow, ten rings!"
"The third arrow, ten rings!"
Although everyone knew that it was best to be quiet during the archery competition, every time an arrow hit, the crowd could not help but cheer. They quickly quieted down. When it came to the last few arrows, the king, queen, and all the princes held their breath, afraid that they would miss a single shot.
Prince Ephobus picked up his spear and gestured, as if he could pierce through Pei Zi Yun with it to appease his anger and regain his dignity.
Pei Zi Yun did not have the time to pay attention to this. He continued to shoot.
"Ten rings!"
After a series of ten rings, the final result was ten arrows, ten rings.
"Paris!"
"Paris!"
The whole crowd shouted Paris' name. The atmosphere had reached its peak.
"Paris has become the champion of the race and archery!"
In an instant, the news of Paris's victory spread throughout the city. The whole city was filled with cheers, happy that this Shepherd had achieved such an outstanding result.
Most importantly, the Shepherd's status was low. Everyone felt a sense of joy, as if the winner of the competition was not Pei Zi Yun, but them.
"What an amazing archer." To be able to compete with a prince and win under such pressure, King Priam changed his mind. He felt that someone as outstanding as Paris could be a captain, and not just a soldier.
Prince Ephobus saw that Pei Zi Yun had won the archery competition. In an instant, it was as if a barrel of gunpowder had been ignited. His whole face was red with anger.
"It's fine that you defeated me, but you lowly Shepherd, how dare you defeat my elder brother, the future King Hector?"
If Paris's status was slightly higher, perhaps Prince Ephobus would not be so angry. But what Prince Ephobus could not accept was that Paris was a lowly Shepherd. He had actually lost to a Shepherd, and even won against his own great elder brother!
Prince Ephobus was so furious that he could no longer care about the fact that he was in the presence of all the gods. With a loud shout, he raised his spear and charged towards Pei Zi Yun. There was only one thought in his mind, Kill this lowly Shepherd!
"He's coming!"
After the competition ended, Pei Zi Yun had been paying attention to Prince Ephobus. Because he knew the key point in history, he knew what would happen after he won the competition.
At this moment, Pei Zi Yun saw Prince Ephobus rushing towards him with a face full of killing intent.
In the original timeline, Paris had won the archery competition. Suddenly, he saw Prince Ephobus rushing towards him with his spear. His face was pale, and he scrambled to escape to the altar.
Although Paris had escaped with his life, he had lost his dignity.
From then on, everyone looked down on him. Very few people were willing to treat him as a friend, and even fewer were willing to rely on him!
Changing history had to start from here, from this small detail that no one paid attention to. Thinking of this, Pei Zi Yun did not retreat at all. He looked as if he was stunned.
"Stop!" King Priam roared. Killing a Shepherd was not a big deal, but this was an archery competition. All the citizens of the city were watching, and even the gods might be watching.
But it was too late. The distance between the two of them closed quickly. As soon as they got close, Prince Ephobus stabbed his spear towards Pei Zi Yun's chest. It was a fatal attack.
Pei Zi Yun tilted his body slightly and dodged the spear. In a flash, he was close to Prince Ephobus, and his right fist landed on Prince Ephobus's nose.
"Ah!" Blood gushed out of Prince Ephobus's nose, and his face was covered in it. However, the Prince did not care. He shouted fiercely and pounced towards Pei Zi Yun again.
"Bang!" Pei Zi Yun snatched the long spear from Prince Epphobus and swung it backwards. The body of the spear landed heavily on Prince Epphobus' body.
"Pfft!" Prince Ephobus spat out a mouthful of blood.
Pei Zi Yun did not hold back. Under the premise that he would not kill Prince Ephobus, he tried his best to injure Prince Ephobus and make him suffer.
Prince Ephobus was knocked to the ground. He shouted, "Go! Kill this despicable Shepherd!"
A few soldiers obeyed and pounced towards Pei Zi Yun.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
A series of sounds of people falling to the ground could be heard. Within a few breaths, Prince Ephobus's soldiers were all knocked down by Pei Zi Yun.
The competition grounds were in chaos. Most people did not understand what had happened. They could only hear the sounds of fighting. The scene was chaotic. Some were crying for their parents, some were calling for their servants and guards, and some were calling for the gods to protect them.
"It's done. My archery is better than Hector's, and I've defeated Ephobus. As long as I gain the king's recognition and become a prince, I will immediately become the second prince of Troy!"
"Not to mention, this is much better than being the archery champion. How much reputation will I gain?" Pei Zi Yun thought to himself.
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