Mount Olympus
The gods lived on the sacred mountain, which mortals could not climb. A colonnade ran from top to bottom. The colonnade was made up of stone pillars carved with praises to the gods, and evergreen vines that connected the palaces of the gods.
These palaces were luxurious and comfortable, distributed in different parts of the mountain. When there was a meeting, the gods would walk through the colonnade and gather in the hall of Zeus.
Zeus sat on a throne of gold and ivory, receiving the gods in the largest hall. The gods sat around Zeus, like a family around their father.
The gods were intoxicated by the soft and melodious singing of the Muse. Hebe, the goddess of youth, poured wine. At this time, when the gods heard Paris' prayer, they were all happy and raised their cups together, drinking the wine that could make mortals immortal.
Hera tasted the wine in her hand and said to Zeus happily, "My dear, did you see that? Paris finally bowed to fate. Your plan is one step closer to success."
"Everything that Paris has done is becoming more and more in line with my wishes." Zeus smiled and turned to Aphrodite, "Aphrodite, this time your arrow has done a good job."
"Great and resourceful Zeus, this is my duty," Aphrodite said.
Almost all the gods were in a state of ecstasy. Apollo was silent, but for a moment, he could not bear to see Paris like this.
Artemis saw her brother's expression and said, "What will come will come. Wait for fate to make the final decision."
Apollo nodded slightly and continued to remain silent.
No Man's Island
After the sacrifice, Pei Zi Yun sighed. The attitude of the gods of Mount Olympus was self-evident. Their goal was to let him follow the script that the gods had arranged for him. Now that the plan was revealed, his mission was more than half completed.
"It can be said that when I bring Helen to Troy, when the allied forces arrive and the war breaks out, my mission will be completed."
"In the future, the gods will not be able to protect me smoothly. Everything depends on my own strength and the blessings of the gods."
"Oh well, I will return to Troy as soon as possible and prepare for everything."
For the Battle of Troy, he had to increase his strength in an orderly manner. He could not be too restrained, nor could he be too fast. He shouted in his mind, "System!"
A small Plum Blossom quickly appeared and enlarged, turning into a transparent information interface. It gave off a faint sense of light.
"Mission: The dagger will be revealed when the map is revealed — no matter how much you conceal yourself, your brilliance will attract the attention of the Gods. Accept the challenge of fate, let your performance move the Gods (completed)."
Pei Zi Yun gently tapped on it, and another Fate Point appeared.
"After deducting the consumption, I now have seven more Fate Points. The precious Fate Points can always be used at critical moments. Moreover, I feel that the Plum Blossom is telling me that the Fate Points that are gathered together will be even more useful."
Just as he was thinking about this, he noticed that Helen's expression was a little unnatural. He patted her on the back of her hand and consoled her, "My dear, don't worry too much. I'm here for you."
Hellen said in a low voice, "Paris, the result of the sacrifice to the gods is not ideal."
She was the daughter of a God, and also the Queen. She could tell this as well. However, it was fortunate that there were two Gods who took the sacrifice, so it was not a total loss.
"Don't worry, the Gods did not take the sacrifice from me. In the end, we still have to rely on ourselves in this battle." Pei Zi Yun said.
"But the Greek army is really strong. There's also Menelaus' brother, King Agamemnon of Mykenia. He's an amazing hero. Do you have the confidence to defeat them?"
"Don't worry, Hellen. I will definitely defeat them. You have to know that I am very strong."
Under Pei Zi Yun's guidance, Helen gradually relaxed, and a smile appeared on her face.
Pei Zi Yun returned to the troops and looked at the beef on the altar. He shouted to the surrounding soldiers and slaves, "Everyone, distribute the beef and have a good meal. After that, we will return to Troy."
"Yes!"
The soldiers and slaves distributed the beef and ate heartily. After the beef was distributed, everyone tidied up their belongings and boarded the ship. With a command, the entire fleet slowly sailed out of the uninhabited island and headed towards Troy.
This was an ancient Greek port city in the southwest of the Peloponnese Peninsula. It was on the Ionian Sea and was surrounded by islands. It was a natural harbor.
At this moment, King Menelaus of Sparta was visiting Pylos. The wise King Nestor of Pylos was hosting a banquet for his guest, Menelaus, who had come from afar.
The banquet hall was huge. King Nestor reclined on a woolen cushion, with beautiful maids pouring wine and feeding him. It was very comfortable.
The banquet was very lively. Nestor fully displayed the hospitality of the host. The entire banquet was filled with good wine and delicacies. Beautiful dancers performed fiery dances, bards sang beautiful poems, and there were even noble warriors performing swordplay.
Menelaus took a big gulp of the wine in his cup, his heart at ease. He had visited Pylos this time and reached a preliminary agreement with King Nestor.
"Dear Nestor, for the friendship between our two countries, let us drink this cup," Menelaus said loudly.
"Come, cheers." King Nestor of Pylos raised the wine cup in his hand, stood up, and shook it at Menelaus.
Menelaus was very satisfied with Nestor's every arrangement. When the banquet was at its climax, a Spartan messenger rushed in, but because he was too eager, he was stopped by the guards on the scene.
"What do you want?" The guards at the scene stopped the messenger. There were two kings at the scene, so they couldn't just let anyone in.
"I am a messenger from Sparta. King Menelaus knows me. I have something important to report to the king," the messenger said.
After a series of thorough checks and verifications, the messenger stumbled to Menelaus's side and told him a piece of unfortunate news.
Menelaus's expression changed. The messenger's words were like a bolt from the blue. He was so shocked that he thought he was hallucinating.
"The news … is reliable?" Menelaus squeezed each word out through his teeth. His face was so gloomy that it could drip water.
"King, it is absolutely true." The messenger emphasized the authenticity of the news again.
After confirming the news, King Menelaus was furious. He immediately kicked the banquet table over, spilling wine and food all over the floor. With a gloomy face, he left the banquet hall without saying a word.
King Nestor of Pylos was very surprised by Menelaus's loss of composure. At the same time, he was very angry. "Menelaus is too rude," he said.
I invited him to the banquet, and he rudely kicked the table over. How can I put my face like this? Nestor thought.
But then, someone reported to him what happened in Sparta.
"Dear Nestor, I just received news that Menelaus's wife, Helen, was kidnapped by Prince Paris of Troy, and the Spartan palace was bathed in blood."
"What?" Nestor fell into his seat, clearly shocked by the news. Although Troy was a large country, how dare they offend Sparta like this?
No wonder Menelaus was so angry. Anyone would be angry when faced with something like this. I forgive his rudeness, Nestor thought. He then continued to ask, "Where is he now?"
"He has already rushed to the docks and ordered the fleet to set sail. From the looks of it, he is going to Mykenia."
"No wonder. Menelaus must have gone to get reinforcements," Nestor muttered. Nestor muttered as he swept his gaze across the wretched banquet hall and waved his hand. "Hurry up and clean up — war is coming."
At this time, Mykenia had replaced Crete and become the most powerful kingdom in Greece. It seemed to be the leader of the alliance in Greece.
King Agamemnon and Queen Clytemneus were patrolling their territory with satisfaction. Agamemnon looked over and saw the blue sea. Sunlight shone through the shallow waters, and he could even see corals and fish. On the surface, hundreds of ships sailed in and out. Agamemnon could not help but feel a sense of pride.
"My dear Clytemneus, look, this is the kingdom that the great Zeus has given us," Agamemnon said as he pointed at the prosperous port.
Queen Clytemneus was the daughter of Queen Leda of Sparta, and Leda was the woman who gave birth to Helen with Zeus.
Now, as Mykenia became more and more powerful, King Agamemnon gradually had the ambition to unify all of Greece.
At this time, a fleet appeared on the sea in the distance. The port bell rang instantly, and the soldiers raised their spears and stood on guard.
"Oh, who has the guts to attack the great Mykenia?" King Agamemnon said sarcastically. Merchant ships could enter and leave without prior notice, but warships had to be notified beforehand according to the rules, and it was obvious that this fleet had not notified their compatriots beforehand — so they were on guard.
But looking at the size of the fleet in the distance, Agamemnon was not worried at all. He believed that if the other party was really an enemy, they would not be able to return if they attacked Mykenia.
The urgent bell rang for a while and then stopped. It was obvious that someone had sent a message.
After a while, the guards at the port were relieved, and the fleet in the distance was allowed to slowly approach the port.
After a while, a figure rushed over and hugged Agamemnon, crying bitterly like a child, crying sadly and sorrowfully.
"Oh, Menelaus, what's wrong?" Agamemnon asked, puzzled.
Menelaus was the king of Sparta, after all. He would not cry like this over such a small matter. He must have met with great trouble.
Menelaus, King of Sparta, and his brother, Agamemnon, King of Mycenae, were the most powerful of the Greek heroes.
Both of them were descendants of Zeus' son Tantalus. They were the grandson of Pelops and the son of Atreus. This was a noble family.
Other than the rulers of Athens and Sparta, many of the kings of Greece were allies.
Menelaus said, "Brother, please help me. My wife, Helen, was kidnapped by Prince Paris of Troy. He also massacred my palace. I want to get my wife back immediately. I want to take revenge on him and make him pay with his blood!"
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