Seeing that Paris had interfered and rescued Pentesileia, Achilles was enraged that Paris had escaped right under his nose.
If only one person had escaped, it would have been fine. But not only did Paris escape, he even saved Penthesilea. Achilles shouted angrily, "Paris, don't you run!"
As he finished, he raised his spear and chased after Pei Zi Yun.
Pei Zi Yun did not care about Achilles' shouts. After confirming that Penthesilea had been saved and returned to the chariot, he immediately broke away from Achilles. After running for a while, he jumped onto Penthesilea's chariot and ordered, "Let's go, hurry back to the city."
The chariot returned to the city, but Achilles was in hot pursuit. Based on the speed of the chariot, he would catch up before the chariot could pick up speed.
Pei Zi Yun picked up his bow and shot two arrows at Achilles, aiming for his eyes.
"I don't believe that your eyes are impervious to swords and spears!"
"Dang."
The first arrow was easily deflected by Achilles' spear, but the second arrow that followed could not be blocked. He tried his best to deflect it, and the arrow hit Achilles' shoulder.
"Dang."
The arrow landed on Achilles' body, causing sparks to fly. The sound of metal clashing against metal could be heard, but the arrow could not pierce through. However, Pei Zi Yun had no intention of using the arrow to harm Achilles, and was only trying to block the arrow. Achilles was pushed back a few steps by the strong force of the arrow, and his speed immediately slowed down.
"Hmph, to kill Achilles, it must be a weapon of God."
"In history, it was the bow of Hercules that killed Achilles. It was a pity that it was lost in the tornado."
The arrows blocked the path of Achilles, causing him to be unable to catch up to the chariot which was running faster and faster. He could only watch as Pei Zi Yun escaped into the distance.
On the chariot, Pei Zi Yun looked at the previously high-spirited Penthesilea, who was now on the verge of death. He felt terrible and comforted, "You have to hold on. Once we enter the city, you can receive treatment."
"Paris, I can't do it anymore. Last night, I dreamt of my father. He told me to find Achilles, but my father told me to be careful of Achilles." Pentesilia's pale face showed a bitter smile, and she said weakly, "Paris, I can't do it.
"I understand now. There's a god in Greece who wants me to be destroyed. That's why he made me dream and fight Achilles. I can't escape."
Pei Zi Yun was dejected. He agreed with what Pentesilia had said. This was a dream omen given by Athena in disguise as Ares, and in the end, it turned out to be like this.
Pei Zi Yun could only continue to console her, "Don't let your imagination run wild. We'll be back in the city soon, and we'll find the best doctor to treat you."
Pentesileia shook his head and said, "Paris, it's useless. This is fate. Otherwise, Father would not have left me in the lurch and watched as I was killed by Achilles."
When Pei Zi Yun heard this, although he did not want to admit it, it was true. The last time Cockenos died, it was the same.
But in order to give Pentesileia a little more hope, he said, "You don't have to worry about this. I'll definitely find the best doctor to treat you."
For the first time, Pei Zi Yun felt a little resentment towards the high and mighty gods. In fact, he understood the thoughts of the gods. In the human world, the rulers would always harvest the strong.
Not to mention the feudal society and modern society, just the western democratic society alone, those with higher incomes would be taxed more, especially when it came to inheritances, which were taxed at 55%. There was also the killer weapon, the anti-monopoly law.
Pei Zi Yun had never been pretentious, because it was impossible to find a country that would not lay their hands on the strong, unless they were the rulers. However, at this moment, he felt that they were too heartless. Even the death of Kronos did not make him feel this way.
"Maybe I still have some feelings for this strong Amazon Queen Pentesileia." Pei Zi Yun thought to himself.
The chariot sped towards the city of Troy. It looked like it was about to leave the battlefield, but accidents always happened at the most unexpected time.
A Greek hero who was wandering around the edge of the battlefield saw Pei Zi Yun's chariot moving towards him. He was overjoyed, feeling that it was time for him to make a contribution.
He ran over and blocked the chariot's path, shouting loudly at Achilles, "Achilles, come quickly!"
In the distance, Achilles, who had originally given up on chasing Pei Zi Yun, saw that his own hero had stopped Paris. He was overjoyed, holding his spear, he chased after Pei Zi Yun's chariot.
Pei Zi Yun was furious. They were about to leave the battlefield, and Queen Pentesileia's injuries were severe. She needed treatment urgently, and could not be delayed. Who would have thought that a Greek hero would appear out of nowhere?
There was no time to waste. Every minute that passed meant that Pentesileia's hopes of being saved would decrease. He shouted angrily, "Go to hell!"
With that, he drove the chariot towards the Greek hero.
The man was shocked. He only wanted to intercept Paris and let Achilles deal with him. As for fighting Paris head-on, he had never thought of fighting Paris head-on. After a few exchanges, he knew that he might not be a match for the prince.
But at this point, it was hard to get off. Pei Zi Yun drove the chariot towards him.
He felt bitter in his heart, but there was nothing he could do. Seeing that the chariot was getting closer, he raised the spear in his hand and stabbed it towards Pei Zi Yun.
This was a preemptive strike. As long as he could hold on for a while, Achilles would arrive, and he would be out of danger.
He believed that although he was not a match for Paris, he still had the ability to stop him for a while. But he did not know that Pei Zi Yun was in a state of panic and anger, and did not know how to fight. His spear pierced through the air, aiming for his opponent's throat.
Seeing the spear coming towards him, his opponent raised his spear to block it.
"Special Skill: Nimble Wind"
"Secret Skill: Tremor Technique"
As the two spears clashed, the opponent suddenly felt the spear in his hand vibrate, and involuntarily took a step to the side. He was shocked and hurriedly tried to pull his spear back. But just as he exerted his strength, the tremor that came from the spear suddenly changed his strength, and carried his own strength back.
The man's arms went numb, and he knew that he was in trouble. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, raising his spear to block. With a "dang" sound, the spear struck down, and the armor on his left shoulder immediately cracked.
Then, the spear retracted and struck again. The man was shocked, but it was already too late.
With a "pu" sound, the spear pierced into the man's chest. With a violent twist, it was pulled out again. In an instant, blood spurted out of the wound like a fountain. The man could only hold on for a breath's time before his body fell heavily to the ground. "Peng!" A cloud of dust was kicked up. At this point, the only thought in his mind was: How could Paris be so powerful? If I had known, I would not have stopped him.
But there was no medicine for regret in this world. The moment he tried to stop Pei Zi Yun, death was already beckoning him.
"Menipes."
"Menipes."
The Greeks cried out. They were grieving for the loss of a hero. They had never expected that Menipes would be killed by Paris so quickly.
Menipes was considered a relatively powerful hero in the Greek army. But today, he met the enraged and cunning Pei Zi Yun. He had long since incorporated the art of war into his battle techniques. Otherwise, he would not have been killed so easily.
From afar, Achilles was rapidly approaching. When he saw that Menipes had been killed by Paris, he was enraged. He roared and chased after Paris's chariot.
Pei Zi Yun saw that Achilles was about to catch up. If he continued to be entangled with him, he would not be able to leave. Pentecelia's severe injuries would not allow him to delay any longer. Gritting his teeth, he used the spear in his hand to stab the horse in front of him.
"Hiss."
This was a hidden method of stimulating the horse's strength. The warhorse felt the pain, and immediately shot forward like an arrow. Its speed was much faster than before.
Achilles had already caught up. When he saw Pei Zi Yun provoking the horse, he tried to escape. He tried to pull the chariot with all his might, but he was just a little short.
On the chariot, Pei Zi Yun watched as the chariot gradually sped up, pulling away from Achilles. He could not help but heave a sigh of relief.
If Achilles had caught up with him, he would definitely have to fight him for a while. In that case, Pentecelia's injuries would not be able to hold on any longer.
Now that he was out of danger, he looked back and his face darkened. He realized that Queen Pentecelia was not going to make it. At this moment, she was exhaling more than she was inhaling. She was in a state of dying.
Seeing that she had something to say, Pei Zi Yun hurriedly moved closer to Pentecelia's lips. He then heard her whisper, "Paris, have you ever liked me?"
"Yes."
Pei Zi Yun said resolutely. Whether it was true or not, he had to say it directly, because he did not want her to have any regrets.
Indeed, when Pentecelia heard Pei Zi Yun's straightforward answer, a smile appeared on her face. It was as if she had regained her last radiance, and her cheeks turned bright red.
"I'm so happy. When you came to the Amazon, I fell in love with you at first sight. It's a pity that I did not manage to keep you … Hippolyte also likes you … I'm going to die … to bring my armor … to her …" The last radiance of a setting sun was very short. With just a few words, Pentecelia's face turned ashen. Her breath was weak, and she was like a lamp that had run out of oil.
Pei Zi Yun had no choice but to say in a low voice, "You have to hold on, we're almost at the city."
At this moment, the city gate was in sight. The chariot sped through the gate, and the city gate closed.
Pei Zi Yun panted. He saw Achilles, who had been chasing after him, through the gap of the city gate that was about to close. He thought to himself, Achilles is indeed strong.
At this moment, if Cockenos was still around, he might be able to fight Achilles. However, he was no longer around, and there was no one in Troy who was a match for Achilles.
After the chariot sped through the city gate, Pei Zi Yun shouted, "Doctor, doctor!"
But when he turned around, he saw that Pentecelia had stopped breathing forever.
Snowflakes started to fall from the sky, landing on the chariot and on the Amazon Queen's body. In a short while, a thin layer of snow covered her body.
The chariot gradually came to a stop. Pei Zi Yun looked at it quietly without wiping it. His thoughts had already drifted back to the days when he first went to the Amazon.
At that time, she was very strong and proud. Her past was like smoke, drifting away with the wind. All that was left was a cold corpse.
This was the fate of the son of the Greek God.
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