The banquet of the Greek army lasted for a long time. Everyone only left after they were full.
This banquet to celebrate Philoctetes injuring Cochonus had swept away the dark clouds that hung over the Greek army and raised the morale of the army.
After the meeting was over, Carcas stood beside Austin and watched Philoctetes' back as he walked away. He was a little dispirited. "I feel a little guilty about Philoctetes!" he said.
Austin did not seem to understand Calchas' words and asked, "Honorable prophet Calchas, what do you feel guilty about?"
Calchas glanced at Odysseus and said, "King Odysseus of Itachi, the wise man favored by God. Do I still need to say this? You should understand. "
"Honorable Calchas, how stupid I am. I do not understand what you mean." Austin said. Although he knew very well in his heart, he still expressed that he really did not understand anything.
Calchas looked at him again, shook his head, and said, "King Odysseus of Itacic, you are too good at disguising yourself."
"Although Philoctetes was abandoned by you on a deserted island and lived a hard life, at least his life was not in danger and he could still return to his hometown in the future. Now that he has killed Kronos, the son of the great Poseidon, do you think he can still return to his hometown of Ota?"
Philoctetes only had his friend Hercules to protect him, but a person who had just become a god could not fight against Poseidon.
So when Philoctetes left the deserted island, his fate was already sealed.
Austin did not say anything. He could not change Calchas' opinion, and he did not want to offend Hercules. However, he had offended Philoctetes too much, and he could only be at peace with death.
Also, asking him to come to Troy to help the Greeks deal with Cochonus was God's idea. It had nothing to do with him.
Calchas looked at Austin's expression and understood his thoughts. He said, "Austin, you will not have any friends like this."
After saying this, he turned and left without another word.
Austin stood where he was and did not speak for a long time.
Philoctetes trudged forward in the gray fog. He didn't know why he was there or how long he had walked, but he felt that the fog was endless. Just as he was about to give up, the fog dissipated, and his eyes suddenly opened up.
Looking up, Philoctetes was shocked to find that this was his hometown of Mount Ota, which he had yearned for day and night.
How did he return to his hometown?
Although Philoctetes missed home, he knew that he was in the middle of a campaign against Troy and it wasn't the right time to return.
Now that he had returned to his hometown, Philoctetes decided to go back and take a look.
He started walking in the direction of Mount Ota, but after walking for a long time, the distance between him and Mount Ota did not shorten, but instead felt like it was getting further and further away.
Philoctetes couldn't help but panic. This was the first time he encountered such a situation. However, he didn't give up and continued walking forward.
Just as he took a step forward, the scene in front of him changed again. An empty space appeared in front of him, and on the empty space was a pile of firewood.
What made him even more surprised was that his friend Hercules was standing in the middle of the pile of firewood.
"Hercules, my dear friend, haven't you become a god? Why are you still on Mount Ota?" Philoctetes asked.
Hercules didn't answer Philoctetes and continued to stand in the middle of the pile of firewood.
Suddenly, the firewood burst into flames, and Hercules stood in the middle of the burning pile, not moving an inch.
Philoctetes was a little anxious. With such a big fire, he couldn't be burned to death. He shouted Hercules' name, but Hercules still didn't move.
After a while, a storm came out of nowhere. Although the firewood wasn't extinguished, there was seawater everywhere.
At this time, Hercules, who was covered in flames, suddenly said to Philoctetes, "My friend Philoctetes, I will come to pick you up."
Philoctetes was startled and woke up. He found himself still in the tent. He was a hero who had experienced hundreds of battles, and he felt that this was a bad omen.
"Who sent me a dream? What does he want to tell me?
"What does Hercules want to say? I should find a prophet, especially Calchas. He will answer my questions. "
But at this time, the sky was already bright, and there was a commotion outside. It sounded like the Trojans were attacking the camp again.
"Preposterous," Philoctetes thought.
A few days ago, he killed Kuconus. He thought that the Trojans would be quiet for a long time, but he didn't expect that not long after, they would attack the camp again.
Thinking of this, Philoctetes couldn't sit still anymore. He got up and put on his clothes. Just as he left the tent, he saw a group of soldiers with weapons running towards the entrance of the camp.
Philoctetes picked up his weapon and rushed to the entrance with the soldiers.
At this time, the Trojans had already attacked the camp, but because they didn't have Kuconus, they didn't enter deep into the camp, and the situation wasn't as dangerous as last time.
This time, both sides were fighting fiercely, and they were in a stalemate.
Philoctetes found his friend Kleodorus on the battlefield and said, "Hey, my honorable friend Kleodorus, I will shoot arrows from the back at the despicable Trojans. Do you want to help me get the arrows?"
"My pleasure." Of course, he was willing to help Philoctetes deliver the arrows. After all, fighting with a spear on the battlefield was risky, but helping Philoctetes to deliver the arrows was a very low risk. So he didn't even think about it before agreeing to Philoctetes' request. "You're right.
Philoctetes took an arrow from Cleodorus, nocked it, drew his bow, and aimed at a Trojan decurion on the battlefield.
"Whoosh."
The arrow flew at an extremely fast speed towards the decurion who was fighting with all his might.
"Pfff." The decurion didn't expect an arrow to fly into the battlefield. The arrow hit the decurion's throat, killing him in one shot.
Philoctetes' face revealed a proud smile, obviously very satisfied with the results of his archery.
Not long after, he took another arrow from Kleodorus, nocked it, and shot an arrow at the unguarded Trojan decurion in the distance.
"Pfff."
Yet another arrow pierced the decurion's eye socket. The decurion didn't die immediately, but rolled on the ground in pain. His condition was unbearable to look at.
Just like that, Philoctetes relied on the power of his bow and arrow to kill more than ten Trojan decurions on the battlefield. This caused the Trojans to be in a state of chaos.
Pei Zi Yun noticed that something was amiss, but because he was far away, he didn't rush over.
At this point, he held a bronze sword in his hand and carried a bow and arrow on his back. He sped towards Philoctetes. Just as he reached the area, Philoctetes noticed him.
Philoctetes had a deep impression of Prince Paris, who had killed several heroes from the Greek Alliance. Now that he had discovered Pei Zi Yun, how could he let him go?
"My dear friend, quickly pass me the poison arrow. I want to kill that despicable Paris. He is the source of all this chaos."
Philoctetes didn't always shoot arrows that were soaked in the poisonous blood of the hydra. Against the decurions and centurions, he only used ordinary arrows. Now that he had seen Paris, he wanted to use the poison arrow. However, just as he shouted, he heard a muffled groan.
Philoctetes turned his head and saw that Kleodorus, who had been handing him the poison arrow, had an arrow stuck in his shoulder. He couldn't help but fly into a rage.
This despicable prince of Troy had actually shot the arrow first and injured his friend. Philoctetes swore that he would never let this despicable Prince Paris off.
Kleodorus was hit by the arrow and retreated slightly, using his spear to protect himself from being shot again.
Although Kleodorus had taken decisive measures to protect himself, he had underestimated the power of Paris' archery.
"Xiu." Another arrow pierced through the air, flying towards Kleodorus.
Kleodorus discovered that the spear in his hand was completely useless. This arrow was too fast, and he could only watch as the arrow entered his heart.
"Pu." Fresh blood flowed out from where Kleodorus' heart was. In an instant, the ground was dyed red. His body fell heavily to the ground.
One arrow killed a life, its power was terrifying.
Philoctetes saw everything that had happened and was furious. He never thought that Prince Paris would be able to kill his friend right under his nose. He picked up the poison arrow and nocked it on his bow. He drew the bowstring and shouted, "Go to hell, Paris!"
The arrow shot out with a whoosh. Its speed was extremely fast, and it shot towards Pei Zi Yun like a bolt of lightning.
Pei Zi Yun had just killed Kleodorus, who was passing the arrow to Philoctetes, and was already on guard against Philoctetes' arrow. At this point, the arrow came flying towards him. He shifted half his body, narrowly avoiding Philoctetes' poison arrow.
However, Pei Zi Yun didn't want to give Philoctetes a second chance. He quickly drew his bow and shot the arrow back. His movements were as smooth as flowing water, without any hindrance.
"Pu." The arrow hit Philoctetes in between his eyebrows. At this point, his face was filled with shock, as if he couldn't believe that Prince Paris' archery skills had surpassed his own.
"Peng!" Philoctetes' corpse fell to the ground, smashing into the ground, causing a cloud of dust to rise.
According to the rules of this era, the murderer could strip the dead of their armor and weapons, especially the divine bow of Hercules. Pei Zi Yun still remembered that it was this bow that had taken Prince Paris's life. He immediately rushed forward to snatch it.
Several Greeks roared in anger and were about to rush forward when Pei Zi Yun raised his spear and killed several of them. He then carried the corpses to the chariot.
'Killing Philoctetes is already a reward. I don't want to return the godly bow.' Pei Zi Yun thought to himself and raised his hand in gratitude, "Gods, thank you. Kronos, look, I have avenged you."
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