The fleet turned and headed towards the nearest island. The fleet headed towards their destination in silence.
Not long after, the outline of an island appeared in front of everyone's eyes. The outline grew larger and larger. It was an uninhabited island. In order to prevent it from running aground, the fleet circled the island and found a natural pier to dock.
The island was uninhabited. There were no birds or beasts, and strange rocks. Looking around, there was hardly any greenery. It was also very small, about one square kilometer.
"Quick, prepare the materials for the altar and build it on the open area of the island. Also, bring all the remaining bulls down." Pei Zi Yun ordered.
Piece by piece, the materials for the altar were carried off the ship by the slaves. The soldiers were in charge of keeping watch. Under the supervision and planning of the priests, an altar was quickly built on the open area of the island.
The temporary altar was circular in shape, with a platform made of mud and stones.
Pei Zi Yun wore a white tunic with a bronze belt. A short sword hung from his waist as he disembarked from the ship with a solemn expression.
A group of slaves herded the remaining eight bulls off the ship. After a period of sea travel, the bulls had lost some of their fat.
All the soldiers and slaves lined up in front of the altar.
After the ominous prophecy of the Sea God Nereus, the emotions of the soldiers and slaves were unstable. Faced with the prophecy of the god, their hearts were filled with doubt.
Thinking of this, Pei Zi Yun no longer hesitated. He raised his voice. "Everyone, the Sea God Nereus just told us a prophecy. My heart is filled with trepidation. But what is the worst outcome of this prophecy? It was the Greeks who pursued us with their armies, and destroyed Troy, as they had done once before, and carried off our princess Hesione. "
"That is the worst outcome. But we, Troy, are not the same as before. When we robbed them, it was for revenge, to regain our lost dignity."
"My dear fellows, citizens, when Menelaus arrives with his allies, are you ready to face the arrogant Greeks head-on? Let them see the tenacity and unyieldingness of the Trojans, and let them taste the taste of defeat."
"Troy will win!" Pei Zi Yun raised his arm and shouted.
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
Their morale seemed to have recovered a little after the ominous prophecy of the Sea God Nereus. Pei Zi Yun looked at everyone's renewed hope and fighting spirit and nodded slightly.
Pei Zi Yun took the bulls from the slaves and herded them to the altar. The priest took out a jar of water and poured it on the altar and the bulls. He then knelt down and prayed to the gods of Mount Olympus.
Helen stood in the crowd, shivering as if she was cold. She was worried that Paris would send her back to Menelaus after hearing the prophecy.
Even though Paris's impassioned speech had reignited the soldiers' hope, she knew very well how powerful Menelaus and the Greek allied army were. She had no confidence that Troy would be able to fend off the powerful Greek allied army.
Pei Zi Yun could tell that she was feeling uneasy and uneasy, so he walked up to her and held her hand to comfort her.
"Helen, don't be afraid. I only had one wife, Onone, but since I snatched you from the Spartan palace, I will never regret it, nor will I throw you to the angry Menelaus."
In the story, Menelaus raised his sword and wanted to kill Helen, but in the end, he forgave her. Helen did not know this now, but she was afraid of the angry Menelaus.
"We revere the gods and the prophecy, but I am not a coward. If Menelaus comes after us, I will teach him a lesson."
Paris's palm brought warmth to her. Under his comforting words, Helen's uneasy heart gradually calmed down.
"Paris, with you here, I'm not afraid anymore." A faint smile appeared on Helen's face as she gently leaned on his shoulder.
Pei Zi Yun thought about it again and again and decided to use music to let the gods feel his current mood. He ordered the slaves to bring a harp from the ship. When the priest prayed, he played the harp.
Pei Zi Yun's harp skills were at the level of the Great Xu Dynasty, and Paris was an expert in harp and flute.
"Fate, where will you take me?" Pei Zi Yun played the song "Fate," which was written by the later generations. It was very suitable for his current situation.
The winter storm was raging, and the knights were charging forward. The music was sometimes loud, sometimes low, sometimes low, and sometimes high. It was like the journey of life.
The music slowly lowered, and then slowly rose again, repeating twice. It was as if the knights were facing a mountain of daggers and a sea of fire. They hesitated and hesitated, not daring to move forward. They wanted to escape.
Fate was so terrible that people had to bow their heads. But people could not live with their heads lowered forever. Then the music soared. Although it was just the sound of a harp, it sounded like the horn of war.
Amidst the intense melody, they were killing each other. Everyone seemed to see the blood of the setting sun. The battlefield was filled with the corpses of the soldiers. Then, the sound of the guqin gradually faded, bringing with it a deep sadness. Soon after, the morning sun swept across the battlefield. She seemed to be a gentle woman, gently caressing the cheeks of the fallen soldiers.
It seemed to be the divine power of Aphrodite. The music was especially charming. The music passed through layers of barriers and reached Mount Olympus.
The gods were immersed in the beautiful music. They seemed to feel the ups and downs of fate. They could feel Paris's hesitation, unwillingness, and determination.
"I feel the uncertainty of fate," Zeus said.
"My dear, that is the fate of mortals. We are the masters of fate," Hera said to Zeus.
"Paris's fate has been decided. So what if you have such talent?" Athena said.
Apollo was the god of music. He listened quietly and felt the twists and turns of fate, as well as the beauty of the music itself.
The soldiers and slaves on the uninhabited island listened attentively to Prince Paris's music. Although they didn't have the talent to appreciate it, anyone who listened quietly would be able to feel the charm of such a beautiful music.
Through the sound of the zither, the warrior saw his companions slaughtering each other on the battlefield, charging forward again and again. Finally, under the blood-like setting sun, they were forever left on the battlefield. A gentle breeze blew, and the smoke of war dispersed. The first light of dawn shone on the land.
Some soldiers were full of tears, feeling the pain.
The slaves saw their pitiful lives in fate, and they also experienced the twists and turns of fate and the injustice.
Gesne closed his eyes and murmured, as if to echo the poem of fate. He was the one who could best understand the uncertainty of fate. He was once poor and destitute, but now he was rich and powerful. His fate had experienced a huge turnaround, from the lowest point to the highest point, and it was full of twists and turns.
Koselia's face was full of tears. Her fate had changed from happiness to fear, but she did not run away. Instead, she stubbornly accepted the challenge of fate.
Amidst the music, after the prayer, the priest waved his hand, and the slaves tied up the eight bulls one by one. The priest took a knife and forcefully stabbed them. "Pu!" The bulls screamed, and blood sprayed out like a fountain, flowing onto the altar.
The priest skillfully cut open the bulls' stomachs, removed their organs and bones, cut off their heads, and separated the meat. Eight bulls were slaughtered in a row, and the divided meat was placed on the altar.
Just as the meat was being served, Pei Zi Yun finished his song. He washed his hands, picked up a golden cup, and filled it with wine.
The music of fate still seemed to reverberate in his ears. Pei Zi Yun stepped forward and poured the wine three times. He raised his hand and prayed, "O great Zeus, my ancestor, the great Hera, the mother of the gods, the fearsome Hades, the turbulent Poseidon, Gaia of the earth, Demeter, who gave the harvest, Athena, wisdom and civilization, Artemis, who carried the bow and arrow, Apollo, who shone brightly …"
Pei Zi Yun read the names of the gods of Mount Olympus one by one, and said, "The most precious thing to a human is life. To each of us, we only have one life."
"I have committed such a crime, and I have become fearful and shaken. I want to escape everything, and escape with Helen to a place where no one knows."
"But I am the Prince of Troy, and I am a warrior. How can I escape my sins so easily?"
"Some deaths are as heavy as Mount Ida, and some are as light as the leaves of a tree. I wish that when I leave this world and look back on the past, I can say that I have committed many sins, but I am not ashamed of running away. I will devote my life and my strength to atoning for my sins, to my destiny."
"O gods, I once offered sacrifices to you, just like today. O gods, I once sang praises of you, just like today. If you remember this, please give me courage, and let me face the challenges of fate calmly."
As he prayed, the bulls did not take much from them, only a few small ones.
"It was Hades and Gaia who took it, but almost none of the Olympian gods took it," Vivian said, shaking her head.
The feeling of the Priestess caused Pei Zi Yun to feel the effects of the sacrifice, and his heart sank.
Although Pei Zi Yun wasn't optimistic about the results of the sacrificial ritual, he knew that by doing so, he could see the attitude of the gods clearly. Secondly, he could let the gods know his attitude. He still respected the gods of Mount Olympus.
In this way, the gods would not suspect that he had ulterior motives, and they would strike directly.
In the upcoming battle of Troy, he had to dance the dance of death on the edge of violating the bottom line of the gods, and calmly harvest the heroes who came to die, and improve his own strength as soon as possible.
And in order for the gods to continue acting according to the script, he had to first be a devout prince. This was very important.
But even if he was mentally prepared, the result still made Pei Zi Yun's heart sink.
"This sacrifice is actually a sacrifice to atone for sins, but other than the gods representing the underworld and the earth, no one else was accepted."
"What I said just now was actually a famous saying that touched many people, but it was obvious that the gods were indifferent to it."
"Is this the difference between the gods and the gods?"
"The words that mortals care about and are generous are just ridiculous to the gods."
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