Skylus Island, Port
Today, the port was busier than usual. There were fifty more warships, and servants were carrying supplies to and fro the warships. Achilles had already put on his battle robe and even armor. His eyebrows were slender, his pupils were black, and his lips had a light color, making him look noble.
At this moment, he looked very handsome, but he was no longer a young girl, but a brave warrior.
In the distance, a carriage came slowly and stopped at the port. A real girl got out of it. Austin looked over and saw that it was one of the princesses.
"It's King Lycomedes' daughter, Idamia," the prophet Calchas said after a glance.
Idamia was crying as she walked to where Achilles was standing. When she reached Achilles, she hugged him tightly and cried even louder.
Not long ago, Idamia discovered the secret that Achilles was a boy, and the two of them fell in love.
At this moment, she hugged Achilles. "My dear, I finally found out your identity, and now you are leaving. Troy is so far away, when will you come back?"
"Dear Idamia, I am also very sad to part with you, but my fate has forced me to follow the two ambassadors to Troy."
"But don't worry, I will be back soon," Achilles said.
"My dear, do you know? I already have your child in my stomach, and he also hopes that you will come back as soon as possible, "Idamia said in a low voice.
"Really?" Achilles asked in surprise. Seeing Idamia nodding, Achilles was extremely excited and hugged Idamia tightly in his arms.
He really did not expect Idamia to bring such good news. Faced with the pregnant Idamia, he felt that he should help the Greeks defeat Troy as soon as possible so that he could rush back to Skylus Island as soon as possible.
"Dear Idamia, I promise you that I will be back soon, and then I hope to see our child born."
"Go, I will wait for your triumphant return." Idamia wiped the tears on her face and said with a smile.
Achilles kissed her on the forehead and turned to board the warship.
"There is already a child in her womb." The distant prophet Karkas' eyes flashed, and he suddenly said, "This is the will of the gods."
Austin nodded in agreement, but he did not say anything.
"Set sail." The flag-bearer signaled the start of the voyage, and a series of orders were given. The sails of the warships were all opened, and they slowly sailed out of Skulos Island, heading towards Troy.
Mount Olympus
The gods had a panoramic view of the situation on Skylos Island from the clouds. Seeing the fleet set off, everyone knew that the Battle of Troy was about to usher in another turning point.
"Achilles has set off."
Watching the ships set off one after another and sailed out of the port, Hera's mind was not here at this time. She asked Hermes, "Is there any problem with Idamia's child?"
Hera was very concerned about the fetus in Idamiya's womb. She did not want to cut off Achilles, and then there would be another person who was as powerful as him or even more powerful.
"Don't worry, there is no problem. I have personally checked her child, and everything is normal. Her child's bloodline has decreased sharply, and it is only equivalent to the bloodline of a third-generation divine descendant."
Hermes paused, and then said, "I have already asked the Goddess of Fortune about this, and she did not find any abnormalities."
Ever since the example of Hercules appeared in the past, no one was willing to see an overly powerful hero appear among the human heroes. People with powerful divine bloodlines were undoubtedly a potential threat, because only they could become people that even the gods found difficult to deal with.
Hera nodded, very satisfied with Hermes's answer. Everything was actually arranged by Zeus, and she was only carrying out Zeus's will.
There was once a prophecy that Tethys would give birth to a child that would far surpass his father, which alerted Zeus. He immediately stopped his pursuit of her and married her to Peleus, the king of the Myrmidons.
Peleus was only the grandson of Zeus, and he himself belonged to the third-generation divine descendant, but the child he had with Tethys, Achilles, had divine bloodline almost catching up with Hercules (the son of Zeus), which was a typical atavism, equivalent to the second generation.
This could not help but remind Zeus of the prophecy. Moreover, it could be observed that this child's divine bloodline was still growing, so it had to be cut off.
However, Idamiya's child did not inherit this characteristic, so there was no need to cut it off.
In fact, it could not be inherited. If this kind of child won from generation to generation, not to mention destiny, even the world could not bear it.
"Continue to observe and pay attention, and when the child is born, check again," Hera ordered.
"I will observe," Hermes promised.
"Also, you see, Troy is getting stronger and stronger, which is not in the interest of Greece, and must be cleaned up by Achilles," Hera said again.
"I understand," Hermes said, and shifted his gaze to the port — the port of Troy.
Troy, the secret port.
The Amazon Queen Penthesilea led her fleet ashore, and led the powerful female Amazon warriors down from the warship slowly.
Although it was at war on the port, the Trojan guards were divided into two rows, with a thick blanket in the middle to show respect for the guests who came from afar.
"Isn't this a little too grand? Why is there a gorgeous carpet under my feet? This is the etiquette to welcome the gods, and it is too much to welcome a mortal. Please remove these respectful etiquettes, or the gods will be jealous of me! " Penthesilea was very touched, and said this, but she still walked across the carpet. A golden chariot pulled by four horses was quietly parked there, and the servants had already bowed and opened the curtain for Queen Penthesilea.
Penthesilea got on the chariot, and just as she sat down, the coachman started the chariot.
"Pa." With a crisp sound of the whip, the four horses pulled the golden chariot and galloped towards the direction of the city of Troy.
The female Amazon warriors riding on the Amazon horses followed.
The chariot drove to the gate of Troy, and slowly slowed down. Even the allies who came to help Troy had to go through a series of inspections before they were allowed to enter.
Because the Greeks were stationed at the port of Troy not far away, and in order to prevent any accidents, the inspection at the gate of Troy had always been very strict.
The chariot entered the city of Troy, and under the coachman's driving, it galloped towards the palace.
After a while, Penthesilea realized that the chariot was gradually slowing down.
When she looked, she realized that the chariot was parked in front of a palace, and the scale of the palace was far larger than the Amazon.
But Penthesilea would not know that the Amazon palace was really terrible, and was considered to be the lowest among the kingdoms and city-states of Asia Minor.
The King of Troy, Priam, was already waiting at the gate of the palace with a group of people. When he saw the chariot stop at the gate of the palace, he went to welcome it.
When Priam saw the woman coming down from the chariot, he immediately knew that this was the famous Amazon Queen Penthesilea.
He said, "Dear Queen Penthesilea, welcome from afar. Troy is honored by your arrival, and we have prepared a grand banquet for you in the palace. Please follow me."
As he spoke, Priam personally led the way for the Amazon Queen, Penthesilea, all the way to the banquet restaurant.
Penthesilea originally thought that she would arrive in Troy alone, but when she followed Priam into the banquet hall, she found that the hall was filled with the kings and heroes of the kingdoms and city-states.
Everyone saw the Amazon Queen coming in, and there were kings who were familiar with her, and they even greeted her.
"Misia, Lynassos, Thebes, and now the Amazon. Our Trojans are getting stronger and stronger."
King Priam looked at the allies of Troy who rushed into the hall with a red face. This strength was unimaginable in the past.
"Now more and more city-states and kingdoms are gathering to resist the tyranny of the Greeks. Our strength is also getting stronger and stronger, and I seem to see the dawn of victory."
Priam thought of this and sighed. This was a matter of course.
The Greeks went on an arduous expedition, and for logistical supplies, they naturally had to attack the nearby city-states to plunder wealth and food to replenish themselves.
If Troy did not fight and did not help these city-states that were attacked by the Greeks, then these city-states would naturally not be able to withstand the attacks of the Greeks, and it would only be a matter of time before they were conquered.
And the dead did not have a complete revenge, so naturally there was no backlash. There was no retribution for anesthetics here.
But now with the support of Troy, although there were city-states that were conquered, and became a source of power for the Greeks, more than half of the city-states survived. Moreover, these city-states experienced war, and many people died. The surviving city-states all swore to fight the Greeks to the end.
This was undoubtedly good news for Troy, and these people would become the most solid allies of Troy.
All of this was Paris's achievement, but now, where is this son of his?
King Priam sighed inwardly. He looked at Onone and Helen who were sitting in the corner. Seeing them sitting gloomily at the side, he felt a chill in his heart.
The sense of pride that had just risen in his heart disappeared when he recalled Paris's disappearance.
Priam knew that if it was not for Paris's strategy, Troy would not be in such a situation. Facing the powerful Greeks, they might have been in a passive position. They would not be like now, where they could occasionally counterattack the Greeks.
The atmosphere of the banquet was very good, and everyone was chatting happily about how to deal with the Greeks.
"Everyone, how honored I am that everyone could come from afar to help Troy resist the arrogant Greeks. Let us raise our glasses and toast to tomorrow's victory," Priam said loudly.
"Cheers." All the princes and heroes raised their glasses together.
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