The phantom lady was slightly surprised by Pei Zi Yun's words. She then asked curiously, "Oh? What do you mean? "
"The Greeks have suffered a huge defeat. This would satisfy the humiliated Achilles, and give him a valid reason to return as the king." Pei Zi Yun said.
"Without this reasonable reason, Achilles will not help the Greeks again."
"But during this period of time, the blood of the Greeks has been spilled."
"Now that Achilles is unwilling to return, the Greeks will continue to bleed. The situation will only worsen. The gods that are on the Greeks' side will have limited patience and compassion."
Pei Zi Yun was careful with his words. He did not say that he knew what was going on. He was just trying to deduce the situation from a mortal's point of view.
The Phantom Lady listened to Pei Zi Yun's analysis and nodded her head repeatedly. She seemed to agree with what he said. She then said, "Thetis's relationship with Zeus is wearing thin. Zeus has shown that he is running out of patience. It's only because Thetis is still begging him that Zeus is willing to give Achilles some time."
"You're right. If Achilles drags on any longer, not only will the Greek coalition be disgusted with him, but the gods who support the Greeks — Hera, Athena, and Poseidon — will also have a worse impression of Achilles. Some of them might even hate him."
"From their point of view, it was Achilles' refusal to fight that caused the Greeks to be in such a predicament. It was only because of Zeus's warning that the gods did not act rashly."
"Achilles is walking towards his death step by step, even though he did not have much chance of survival." The phantom lady was also pronouncing Achilles' death sentence. It was only a matter of time. She then said, "Every day that Achilles drags on, he is using up the blessings of fate."
"Not only humans, but also gods."
The phantom lady said a new phrase. Blessings of fate. This was something Pei Zi Yun had never heard of before. He could not help but think that this phrase might have something to do with this world.
Achilles had always had the possibility of becoming a god. His blessings should have been huge. However, Zeus had purposely allowed him to use up his blessings, until he died.
'Perhaps this is the reason why the war has been going on for so many years?' Pei Zi Yun thought to himself.
Achilles was a hidden danger to Zeus, but as long as Fate was not exhausted, he would not die.
That was why Zeus had allowed the Battle of Troy to continue for so many years, slowly exhausting Achilles' destiny. Even if Achilles had the blessing to become a god, after so many years, it would still be exhausted, and when that time came, it would be the time of his death.
The more Pei Zi Yun thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible. Zeus, who was a wise and farsighted man, did not have to resort to such a complicated method to get rid of a human hero. Yet he chose to use such a complicated method, which could only mean that he was wasting the lives of these heroes.
Just as he was thinking, he heard the phantom lady say, "But Paris, you have killed so many heroes. Although you have a good reason every time, some gods still resent you."
"There's nothing we can do about it." Pei Zi Yun laughed bitterly. He couldn't tell the Phantom Lady his true intentions of killing these heroes. However, in order to obtain the blood of these heroes, he had no choice but to do this.
"Honorable Lady, we are at war. Either they kill me, or I kill them. Although these things require caution, I have no choice but to do so."
"Right now, I'm only worried about my final fate. Lady, can you help me?"
The final fate that Pei Zi Yun was referring to was naturally when the Battle of Troy ended. When the gods no longer needed him, and wanted to take his life.
"If you are willing to help me kill a possibility of fate, I will help you once." The phantom lady was not surprised to hear this. She muttered to herself and threw out a bait. However, she did not make it clear what this possibility of fate was.
"Possibility of fate?" Pei Zi Yun muttered to himself. Initially, he thought that this person had something to do with Gaia. After all, he could feel the aura of Gaia. However, from the looks of it, she was more related to fate.
The possibility of fate made Pei Zi Yun think of the Bronze Dragon in World of Warcraft. It could interfere with the timeline and was the guardian of the world's normal history. Nozdormu and his descendants were responsible for protecting history from being tampered with.
The timeline and fate were closely linked. The last time he crossed the timeline, what would be the possibility of fate this time?
Just as he was thinking about this, a system notification popped up.
A Plum Blossom appeared in front of him and enlarged rapidly. It turned into a transparent information interface with words on it.
"Mission: Respond to the call of the phantom lady and obtain three drops of God's Blood. Proceed with the next journey of fate."
"Respected Lady, I will help you." Pei Zi Yun looked at the system mission and said. Although he did not know what the possibility of fate was, the system mission had already appeared. He had to agree to it.
The phantom lady nodded her head in satisfaction and said, "This time, you have to rush to the battlefield. You will have the chance to obtain the God's Blood."
"Go, get it, and I'll give you a ride. You'll be able to return quickly and join the crucial battlefield."
As soon as she finished speaking, a gust of wind blew from the surface of the sea. Under its effect, the battleship shot towards the direction of Troy like an arrow.
After the phantom lady released the wind, her figure gradually disappeared from the deck of the battleship.
Pei Zi Yun was already used to the way she came and left. He was not surprised and muttered, "Three drops of God's Blood?"
Greek Camp
The Greeks had given up most of their control and were defending their last line of defense.
After Agamemnon's submission to Achilles had failed, he had no choice but to personally lead the Greek heroes and soldiers to fight back.
The brutal battle continued. The Greeks had nowhere to retreat to, and the Trojans could see the light of victory. Both sides were doing their best to wear each other down.
Agamemnon was the commander of the Greek allied forces. Normally, he did not fight much, causing many to overlook the fact that he was also a powerful hero. At this moment, he was clad in battle armor and wielding a long spear. He organized the Greeks to fight back and personally assassinated the Trojans.
"Die!" With a wave of his long spear, the Trojan soldiers and decurions were no match for him. In the blink of an eye, several of them were killed.
At this point, Antenor's son, Ephedamus and Cohen, rushed over.
"It's Agamemnon, kill him!" When they saw Agamemnon's silhouette, they raised their weapons excitedly and charged towards him. If they could kill Agamemnon, that would be the greatest glory.
Of course, Agamemnon saw the Trojan heroes as well. When Ephedamus and Cohen rushed over, he threw the long spear in his hands towards Cohen.
Whoosh. The long spear streaked across the sky and appeared in front of Cohen.
Antenor's son, Cohen, was also a powerful hero. Faced with the unexpected spear, he struggled to jump to the side and narrowly dodged Agamemnon's spear.
At this moment, Ephedamus had already arrived in front of Agamemnon. He raised the spear in his hands and stabbed it towards Agamemnon's waist. Agamemnon, who had just thrown the spear, did not even have time to resist.
However, the Goddess of Fortune seemed to favor Agamemnon. The tip of Ephedamus' spear pierced Agamemnon's belt and broke with a crack.
Agamemnon was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat. He would not let go of this opportunity. He grabbed the spear with his left hand and forcefully pulled it away. At the same time, he drew his sword from his waist with his right hand and slashed at Ephedamus's neck, who was still in shock.
Pfft. Agamemnon's sword slashed at Ephedamus's neck. Blood splattered everywhere. Half of Ephedamus's neck was cut off, and he fell to the ground.
"Ephedamus!" At this moment, Cohen rushed over and angrily stabbed his spear diagonally, hitting Agamemnon's arm near the elbow.
Agamemnon felt a sharp pain. The place where he was stabbed was stained with blood. Without thinking, he turned around and slashed at Agamemnon. Cohen stepped back and dodged the slash.
"Go to hell!" Agamemnon threw another spear. This time, Cohen did not have time to dodge. He was hit in the chest and died on top of his brother's corpse.
After killing Cohen, Agamemnon did not dare to continue fighting. He was injured and needed treatment. Otherwise, his battle strength would be affected, and it would be easy for the enemy to take advantage of him on the battlefield.
"Retreat, go to Doctor Feuerion," Agamemnon immediately ordered. He jumped onto the chariot and left the battlefield, speeding towards the camp.
However, his retreat made the situation of the Greeks worse and worse. The morale of the Greeks was greatly affected, and the soldiers were losing ground.
Hector saw that Agamemnon had left the battlefield and knew that this was a rare opportunity. He shouted, "Friends, it's time for you to make a name for yourselves! The commander of the Greeks, Agamemnon, has fled the battlefield. Zeus will give us victory. Advance, charge! "
As he shouted, he charged forward like a whirlwind. Wherever he passed, the Greek heroes and soldiers would give way. No one was a match for him.
Originally, the Greeks had Ajax and Diomedes to defend against Hector's attack. However, at this moment, they did not seem to be on the battlefield.
On the battlefield, Doctor Mahawon was bandaging the wounds of a hero. At this moment, Hector saw the opportunity and rushed over, stabbing Mahawon with his spear.
Mahawon was concentrating on bandaging the wounds of the hero and did not know that someone would attack him. He did not put up any resistance and was about to be killed by Hector's spear.
The hero who was bandaged by Mahawon was extremely anxious. At the last moment, he pushed Mahawon away, but Mahawon was still stabbed in the right shoulder by Hector.
Blood flowed from Mahawon's right shoulder, dyeing a large area red.
When Idomeneus saw that Mahawon's right shoulder was injured, he shouted, "Nestor, quickly help Doctor Mahawon into the chariot!"
He raised his weapon and blocked Hector's attack.
A doctor who could treat arrow wounds and was proficient in the art of medicine could be as effective as hundreds of ordinary soldiers on the battlefield.
Therefore, when they saw Mahawon being stabbed by Hector, the Greeks were anxious. If Mahawon was killed by Hector, they would have no doctor to treat their injuries. They could only wait for death.
"I'm here!" Nestor rushed over with his chariot and pulled Doctor Mahawon, who was injured in the right shoulder, onto the chariot. Without hesitation, he drove the chariot back to the warship.
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