Achilles sat on the shore with tears in his eyes, gazing at the dark water and calling for his mother, Thetis.
Because of Achilles' strength, it was easy for people to ignore his age. He was only a sixteen-year-old boy.
But he bore responsibilities and pressures that far exceeded his age. Now that he was alone, he couldn't stop his tears.
In the palace deep under the sea, Thetis had been paying attention to Achilles. When she heard him calling for her from afar, she thought of the tragic fate that her child Achilles was about to face. She couldn't help but feel a little pain in her heart.
She wanted to change his fate so badly. When Achilles was born, Thetis noticed that he had growing divine blood, which made it possible for him to become a true god.
So at night, she burned her son in the fire behind his father's back, to burn away the human part of his father's inheritance and make him holy. During the day, she used magic medicine to heal her son's wounds. With the growth of divine blood, flesh would grow and he would become closer to becoming a true god.
But one time, when Peleus secretly peeked and saw his son crying in the fire, he was so frightened that he cried out. Thetis's efforts were all for naught.
"My son, you have the talent that the gods are jealous of. Only the growing divine blood can make up for your loss." Thetis knew that other than this talent, even the son of Zeus couldn't use this method to purify his blood. "But the gods made Peleus discover it. In fact, it was also the gods' warning that made you lose your last chance."
Thinking of this, she opened her mouth to speak. On the shore, Achilles heard his mother's voice from the depths of the sea. "Alas, my child, it was I who gave birth to you. Your life is so short."
Hearing Thetis say this, Achilles felt sad. He knew that his mother had worked hard to change his fate. She had used countless methods, but in the end, she had failed.
"I should have let you live happily and happily, but you have to endure so much suffering and humiliation," Thetis continued.
"Mother, I don't feel bitter. I just feel angry. Why do I have to pay for Agamemnon's mistakes?" Achilles said.
"My child, I have been watching all this time. Don't I know the grievances you have suffered? I will personally go to the Thunder God and ask him to help you so that you will no longer have to endure this humiliating fate. "
"But you must wait, for it cannot be done at once, for yesterday Zeus went to the Gulf of Oceanus to enjoy the sacrifice of the pious Ethiopians, and will not return for twelve days."
"Then I'll go to him, hug his knees and beg him!"
"For now, stay near the warship. Ignore them and don't participate in any battles."
It may be said that Thetis had devoted herself to the cause of Achilles, and when Hermes had made it plain that Achilles' fate was sealed, she had tried to improve it as much as possible.
As Achilles listened, he calmed down a little. If he continued to feel this way, he might go and find trouble with Agamemnon.
After sitting for a while longer, Achilles left the coast. On his way back, many people greeted him, but he kept a straight face and did not say a word.
Back in his tent, Achilles looked at the empty tent and thought of the girl that Agamemnon had taken away. Anger rose in his heart. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and sat quietly in the tent without saying a word.
City of Troy
The messenger of the Greeks found Chrysais and said, "Venerable priest, the great General Agamemnon has agreed to let you redeem your daughter, Chrysais."
"Is this true?" Chrysais was pleasantly surprised. The gloominess he felt when he saw the messenger was swept away.
"Chrysais, of course it is true. Let us go to the camp together to redeem your daughter," said the messenger.
"Wait a moment, I will go with you after I get the gold and bronze."
Not long after, a servant carried a box out of the room and placed it on the chariot outside. Chrysais and the messenger left the city together and went to the Greek camp.
Inside the camp, Odysseus had been waiting for Chrysais for a long time. The soldiers had also brought Chrysais from Agamemnon's tent.
"Girl of Missia, you have a good father." Odysseus sighed.
If it wasn't for Apollo's plague that dealt a heavy blow to the Greeks and Agamemnon's insistence, no one would have dared to offend Agamemnon over this matter.
There was a commotion in the barracks as a figure barged in. When he saw the young girl sitting on the wool blanket, he was pleasantly surprised and said, "My daughter, do you know how worried I was when you were captured by the enemy? It's all good now, I'm going to bring you home and you won't have to suffer anymore."
Then, Chrysais, who had just barged in, hugged the girl sitting on the wool blanket.
"Father, you're finally here. I thought I'd never see you again," Chrysais said mournfully, burying his head in his father's arms.
"My daughter, everything will be fine. I will take you home now." Kryssais glanced at Odysseus, who was sitting beside him, and said, "Greeks, I have handed over my ransom to your emissary."
Once again, Chrysais raised his hands to the heavens and prayed aloud, "O great Apollo, your servant Chrysais is thanking you for your divine grace. Now that the Greeks have yielded and allowed me to bring back my daughter Chrysais, I beg you to stop the calamity that befell the Greeks."
Odysseus was not pleased to hear Chrysais say that the Greeks had succumbed, but it was true that they had succumbed to the pestilence of the gods.
Strangely enough, as soon as Chrysais finished praying, the plague stopped outside and all the patients showed signs of recovery.
Someone rushed in excitedly and said, "King Odysseus, the plague has stopped. All the soldiers are recovering."
Odysseus was shocked. He enthusiastically sent Chrysais out of the camp and watched as the chariot moved further away before returning to the camp.
In just a short while, some of the soldiers who showed signs of recovery were already able to get out of bed and walk.
Sigh, that's why mortals have to fear the gods because their power is unparalleled. Odysseus sighed in his heart.
City of Troy
Pei Zi Yun stood on top of the city walls and looked at the disappearing smoke, "The plague of the Greeks has ended. This wasn't a natural plague, but a supernatural one. That's why it came so quickly and left so quickly."
"Actually, most of the gods were on the side of the Greeks. Apollo's punishment of the Greeks could not be sustained for too long. Once there was a way out, it stopped immediately."
"However, even though the normal script has ended, I'm going to do something big." When Achilles killed the Amazon Queen Pentesilea, he swore to Ares that the Greeks would pay. This was just the beginning.
"Achilles and Agamemnon are at odds. He has already withdrawn from the Greek army and called for his mother, Thetis. For Achilles' sake, Thetis will ask Zeus to attack Agamemnon."
"An enraged Ares would also support dealing a blow to the Greeks."
"In this World of Gods, with these two, my plan to attack the Greeks has the basic conditions to be carried out."
"If not, no matter how perfect my plan is, it will be destroyed by the gods."
"Now, the time is ripe. I will use this opportunity to weaken the Greeks and strengthen my own forces. I may not have this chance again in the future."
Pei Zi Yun thought of this and asked, "Are our people ready?"
Gesne, who was standing behind him, said respectfully, "Prince, everything is ready."
"Good, let's proceed to the third step." Pei Zi Yun said.
"Yes." Gesne said and slowly retreated.
Pei Zi Yun looked at the Greek camp and shouted, "System!"
Following the call, a Plum Blossom quickly appeared in front of him. It quickly enlarged and transformed into an information interface with a faint sense of light.
"Hero Bloodline: Level Five (155.7%)"
"Now, I need more and more power to grow. After killing Morion and Meniphos, although I haven't fully digested them, they should be fully digested when I reach 180%. To reach level seven, I need at least one more hero."
Pei Zi Yun fell into deep thought.
Now that the Battle of Troy had been going on for a few years, most of the heroes had arrived. The time for the showdown was getting closer and closer.
He was now trying his best to accumulate power. When the time came, he would have the power to deal with them.
Greek Camp
It had been some time since Agamemnon and Achilles had quarreled in the council of princes, and the subject had been deliberately avoided in order to avoid aggravating the conflict between the two.
The entire Greek camp entered a period of peace. Even the Trojans did not come to disturb them.
But unknowingly, a gust of wind blew in the camp again. A rumor spread among the soldiers. "Without Achilles, the Greeks will face a setback."
No one could find out where this rumor came from. All they knew was that it had suddenly spread throughout the camp.
This widespread rumor quickly reached Agamemnon's ears. When he heard it, he felt even more depressed.
'Could it be that everyone no longer trusts me, and would choose to trust that arrogant young man?' Agamemnon thought to himself.
The conflict between Agamemnon and Achilles was, in fact, a conflict between a commander and a warrior, a superior and a talented person. Personal jealousy and a desire for power were just the catalyst. But even if it was someone else, unless Achilles gave in, this conflict would be difficult to resolve.
It could even be said that even if Achilles gave in, this conflict would never be resolved. Who asked the inferior to him to be so brave and talented?
At this moment, there was a commotion outside the barracks. Agamemnon looked over and saw many Greek soldiers surrounding a group of people. This group of people was carrying a batch of supplies.
Agamemnon was a little puzzled. Although there were some merchants selling daily necessities in the camp to make life easier for everyone, he could not tell that there was anything different about this group of merchants.
There was nothing different about this group of merchants. It was just that they had slightly more goods than ordinary merchants, so they shouldn't have attracted so many soldiers to watch.
He listened for a while outside the crowd, and he understood.
This group of merchants had come from Greece. Not only did they bring the specialties of various Greek cities and kingdoms, but they had also brought news of their hometowns because they had gone to various Greek cities and kingdoms to collect supplies.
These soldiers, heroes, and princes who had left home for many years were all asking them about their hometowns and families.
"So they have been away for so many years." When Agamemnon saw this, he also thought about how many years he had left home. He realized that one of these merchants was from Mackenzie, and his heart skipped a beat.
Agamemnon had not heard news from Mackenzie for a long time. He called a soldier and pointed to the merchant from Mackenzie, saying, "Go and tell him to come to my barracks."
As he said this, he walked into the barracks. The soldiers listened to his orders and walked over to speak to the merchant before leading him to the commander's barracks.
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