Mount Olympus
"The duel between Paris and Menelaus seems to have been brought forward." The duel also affected the hearts of the gods, and Zeus looked over.
Hera, Athena, and the other gods who supported the Greek side naturally hoped that Menelaus would win, while Apollo and Artemis, who supported the Trojans, hoped that Paris would win.
Of course, overall, Troy's destruction had already been decided. However, it was not just the Greeks and Trojans who had their own thoughts; the gods' thoughts were also hard to understand.
Some gods were like children and would always fight back. However, seeing Paris and Menelaus fight, Zeus did not want anyone to interfere. As such, he said to Hermes, "Even though war is unavoidable, no matter if it's Paris or Menelaus, they can't die right now. Go down and take care of them."
"Yes, great father," Hermes replied. Hermes agreed and picked up the Twin Snake Cane. The little wings behind his ears and on his ankles flapped rapidly. "Puchi", "Puchi", he quickly soared into the sky and disappeared in an instant.
Looking at the situation, Hera was a little dissatisfied. She had hoped that all the blame would fall on Troy, but the current situation was not like that. Also, because there was a god standing on Troy's side, she could not directly interfere. If it was too obvious, even Zeus would not agree to it.
She turned to Athena and said, "Even if there's a duel, fate has decided that the war will continue. Go down and correct some of the deviations!"
Athena nodded and immediately left Mount Olympus to go to the human world.
"The duel has begun."
The cloud revealed the scene. Hector and Austin started to measure the distance between them and drew lots to decide who would throw the spear at the other first.
The person who threw the spear first would have the advantage. If the first spear strike killed or heavily injured the opponent, there would be no need for the rest of the duel.
Almost at the same time, the three goddesses of Fate looked at each other, and the oldest, Atropos, said, "According to the original rules of fate, who drew the lots?"
"It's Paris," Clotho replied.
"However, after 120 days and 120 nights, the threads that separated from our hands started to appear …" Lachésis looked at the transparent threads dancing in her hands.
Clotho, Lachésis, and Atropos were the daughters of Zeus and the goddess Themis, and the younger sister of the goddess of time, Hora.
Their job was to weave the threads of fate in the human world and cut the threads of life in order. The youngest sister, Clotho, was in charge of the future and weaving the threads of life; the second sister, Lachesis, was in charge of maintaining the threads of life; the eldest sister, Atropos, was in charge of death and cutting the threads of life; it was said that even the fate of Zeus, the ruler of all gods, was in their hands.
"Of course it's not true. All the gods know that we can't control the fates of gods who are more powerful than us. Apollo's divine power is equal to ours, so we can only make Daphne leave him and become a moon, but we can't hurt Apollo."
"Even for gods who are of a lower level than us, there's a limit to what we can do. We can disappoint them on certain matters, but we can't affect them, just like Calypso!"
Calypso was the goddess of the island of Ogygia. Some people said that she was a fairy or a nympho, but she was actually a proper goddess, the daughter of Atlas. Her divine rank was even higher than that of the kitchen god Hestia and the wine god Dionysus.
However, Atlas was a member of the Titan race and had been defeated, so she was somewhat affected.
Calypso's punishment was that the Goddess of Fate would send a hero who needed help every once in a while. However, none of the heroes that were sent would stay, and Calypso just had to fall in love.
"However, everything about mortals is under our control, and Paris' fate has been slightly skewed. I feel that we should correct this and let Menelaus draw the first lot."
"I think that's fine. This is a test," the two Goddesses agreed.
The three Goddesses of Fate reached an agreement, and suddenly, there was a slight deviation in fate. The Goddesses of Fate were not omnipotent, nor were they machines, so they couldn't change anything.
Troy's Dueling Ground
Pei Zi Yun and Menelaus each drew a lot, but when the results were announced, it was Menelaus who drew the first lot. This result surprised Pei Zi Yun, as he remembered that Paris had drawn the first lot.
Could it be that fate has changed? Pei Ziyun thought to himself, but he didn't have time to think about it. The excited Menelaus was already fully armed, and he strode into the dueling ground with a spear in his hand.
Pei Zi Yun wielded his long spear as he stepped into the arena. His lips curled into a faint smile as he looked calmly at Menelaus, who was in front of him.
At this moment, in the dueling ground, Menelaus looked at Paris, his old and new hatred welling up in his heart. He raised the spear in his hand and prayed loudly, "Zeus, in order to ensure that no one in the world will dare to return good for evil, please allow me to punish those who have insulted me."
As he finished speaking, he threw the spear in his hand towards Pei Ziyun. The spear was extremely fast, and in an instant, it pierced towards Pei Ziyun like a bolt of lightning.
Pei Ziyun was shocked, this speed was beyond his expectations. Just as the spear was about to pierce him, he raised his shield to block it.
"Peng." The spear pierced through the shield, and the remaining force of the spear pushed it forward. Just as it was about to pierce his body, Pei Ziyun lightly dodged to the side, dodging the spear.
"Oh, Menelaus, your strength is not bad." Pei Ziyun lightly praised him, but to Menelaus' ears, it was tantamount to mockery. His face darkened, and he didn't say a word, but his eyes were filled with anger.
Pei Ziyun didn't even see the anger in Menelaus' eyes, or rather, he didn't care at all. He said, "Menelaus, it's my turn next."
Pei Ziyun took a deep breath, retreated a little, and quickly ran a few steps. He then threw the spear in his hand.
"Peng."
The speed of the spear was just as fast, and the strength was just as great. Menelaus had no way of dodging it, and so he used his shield to block it. With a loud sound, the spear pierced through the shield. But compared to the spear that Menelaus had thrown, the spear didn't penetrate too deeply into the shield. Only the tip of the spear could be seen, and it didn't pierce into Menelaus's body.
"Both of them are very strong, and both are heroes. But Menelaus's strength is still a little stronger." Someone said.
"It's understandable that his strength is a little stronger. After all, he was a hero many years ago, and Paris just became a hero not long ago."
"But the difference between the two of them isn't that big. It's hard to tell who will win this duel." The heroes in the audience were all discussing and expressing their opinions on this duel.
"Paris is not simple. Menelaus is a hero who has been famous for many years. Even though Paris's strength is slightly weaker, he has already surpassed many of the younger generation." Agamemnon was a little worried as he spoke to the prince and the hero.
"Respected Commander Agamemnon, Paris has killed a bearman in Athens. It's only natural that his strength is about the same as Menelaus'."
The King of Athens, Menastheus, said. The scene of Paris killing a bearman in Athens was still fresh in his mind.
"I think that Paris is still a little weaker than Menelaus. Furthermore, Menelaus is a hero who has been famous for many years, and has much more experience. His chances of winning this duel are much higher." Palamedes said.
"I've heard that Paris's swordsmanship is not bad. Menelaus cannot underestimate his opponent." Austin said.
Looking at the two people in the arena, the shields in their hands had already been damaged. At the same time, they dropped their spears and shields and drew their bronze swords.
Menelaus raised his sword and pointed it at the sky. He shouted, "God, why won't you let me win?"
As he finished speaking, he roared and charged towards Pei Zi Yun with his sword.
At this point, Pei Zi Yun raised his hand and said, "Ares! Please watch how I use the swordsmanship that your daughter taught me to send the Spartan King Menelaus to the dark underworld. "
Paris's declaration caused the people and gods in this battle to look askance.
"Paris is boasting shamelessly. Doesn't he know that Menelaus is a hero who has been through many battles?" Someone said sarcastically.
"Paris can easily kill a three-headed beast. Now that he dares to say such words, we should remind Menelaus to be careful." The King of Athens, Menastheus, said solemnly.
"Although Prince Paris' words are exaggerated, it is very satisfying to hear." An elder of Troy was full of smiles.
"Indeed. However, even if he cannot injure Menelaus, I believe that he will not be able to win so easily." Another Elder nodded.
Mount Olympus
When the God of War Ares heard this, he waved his hand through the clouds, allowing the duel outside of Troy to become clearer.
The gods watched the scene unfold. Although Paris's strength was slightly weaker, his movements were nimble and his swordsmanship was exquisite. It was obvious that he was using Ares' swordsmanship, but it had a different flavor to it. It was as if he was a lone wolf, using his nimble movements to provoke a lion.
Although the lion was stronger than the lone wolf, it was not as nimble as the lone wolf. Time and time again, it missed.
"Paris is using his swordsmanship to deplete Menelaus's strength." Ares understood as soon as he saw the moves. He slapped the armrest of his chair excitedly.
This swordsmanship originated from Ares' swordsmanship, but it was used in a different way. It had a different meaning, and attracted his attention.
If this was Paris' swordsmanship, it was enough to prove that this Prince of Troy was talented.
The gods looked at Paris's performance and could not help but show a hint of surprise. Although Paris had used Ares' swordsmanship when he attacked the Spartan palace, he did not seem to use it as smoothly as he did now. Could it be that the enemy was different?
Zeus watched Paris' performance and thought to himself, Although this is a duel between ants, Paris will win. Without Hermes's interference, it is entirely possible that Paris will kill Menelaus and send him to the Underworld of Hades.
"It does not matter much if Menelaus dies. It is just that now is not the time."
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