Mount Olympus, Great Hall
Apollo played the harp, the beautiful Goddess Carytes danced, the Muse sang softly, and the gods were intoxicated. The Goddess of Youth, Hebe, directed the fairies to fill the golden cups with Nectar and pour wine for the gods.
Pei Zi Yun had just finished greeting all the gods when he heard a painful prayer. This prayer reached his ears, startling him. He looked down.
Mycenaean Kingdom, Royal Palace
In a bathroom, Agamemnon was naked, trapped in a net. This kind of net was specially made to catch large prey. It was very tough and difficult to break free.
Even a large beast might not be able to break free, let alone a human.
Agamemnon struggled in the net, but to no avail. The net tightened until he could no longer move. Agamemnon's face showed that he was in pain. This showed how much strength he was using.
'The plot has begun.'
'A woman who has a change of heart is indeed very vicious.' With just one look and the plot, Pei Zi Yun immediately understood.
Agamemnon was confident that after so many years, his wife would not hate him anymore. He returned to the port of Mycenaean in a happy mood. The people were led by his nephew, Aegis, to welcome him.
Queen Clytemnestra did not hug him. Instead, she gave him all her blessings and praises. Agamemnon did not suspect anything and returned home excitedly. Because he was tired from the journey, he asked to take a bath.
Clytemnestra tenderly told him that warm water had been prepared for him, and Agamemnon entered the bath without hesitation. All at once the trap which Aegisthus and Clytemnestra had laid in advance was activated, and a great net was thrown round him.
No matter how strong Agamemnon was, he was caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the net.
Clytemnestra and Aegisthus knew how powerful Agamemnon was. Seeing Agamemnon struggling violently, they were afraid that Agamemnon would break the net and escape. So they immediately rushed in, their faces a little pale.
"Aegis, lead our warriors and kill all the soldiers that Agamemnon brought back!" Clytemnestra said, "As for you, do not kill Agamemnon yourself. The Goddess of Vengeance is not to be trifled with."
"I still have to rely on you to rule the kingdom."
Aegis listened to Clytemnestra, nodded, and went out.
Clytemnestra turned around, her expression indifferent, without a trace of sympathy. Agamemnon painfully asked his wife, Clytemnestra, "Why did you betray me?"
A mocking smile appeared on Clytemnestra's face, and she said, "Agamemnon, in order to summon the winds of Thrace, you sacrificed your own daughter as if she were an animal."
"Do you still have the right to live when you're this cruel? Do you think you are qualified to rule this country? "
"Why can't I? I summoned the wind of Thrace for the benefit of all Greeks. I did it so that the warship could leave the port smoothly!" Agamemnon roared.
"Agamemnon, use your words to deceive the citizens. Do you think I don't know you? You didn't care about your daughter's life because you wanted to realize your ambition. She was just a tool to realize your ambition. Today, I will avenge her. "
"What a cruel person you are. You even killed your own daughter." Clytemnestra spoke in pain. Her face was covered in tears, and her heart ached at the thought of her missing daughter.
"But our daughter is not dead, is she? Why are you so cruel? "Agamemnon said angrily.
"Although she is not dead, after she was taken away by the gods, her whereabouts are unknown. In my heart, she is already dead, and all the fault is on you."
"Don't you think about our many years of relationship as husband and wife?" Agamemnon asked.
"Relationship. When you kidnapped my daughter and sacrificed her, there was no longer any feelings between us."
"Don't worry, your warriors and even your son will die with you," Clytemnestra said.
"How cruel of you! He is also your son!"
"But he speaks for you and only listens to you. I have to do this," Clytemnestra said. Clytemnestra did not give Agamemnon a chance to speak. She took out a knife and stabbed Agamemnon.
"Ah!" Agamemnon screamed.
Bright red blood dripped down the blade, and when Clytemnestra pulled it out, blood spurted out, staining Agamemnon and her clothes red.
Agamemnon had never suffered such great pain even on the battlefield of Troy. He roared and struggled, but the more he struggled, the more blood he lost. Gradually, he felt weak all over.
"God, please save me!" Agamemnon prayed to God in pain. At this time, only God could save him, but to his despair, there was no God to save him. Clytemnestra stabbed again with the knife in her hand.
"Look, there is no God to save you. This is the second stab. For my husband, Tantaros. He was the son of Thyestes, but you killed him."
"Puff!" Blood splashed all over the ground. Clytemnestra's body and face were also splashed with blood, but she did not care. She continued to pull out the knife and stabbed Agamemnon.
"The third stab. This is for my young son. Back then, you snatched my child from my arms and cruelly threw him to his death."
"Now, Agamemnon, you vicious king, go to the realm of Hades and never come back."
Inside the city
Aegis had led the soldiers to seal off the entire city, brutally suppressing all those who supported Agamemnon.
"Kill all the soldiers that Agamemnon brought back," Aegis said in a loud voice. "Don't let a single one of them go. Kill their families. Kill the men and turn the women and children into slaves."
"Yes." The soldiers took the order and broke into the homes of every soldier that Agamemnon brought back.
Men's screams and women's cries for help could be heard. People were constantly being killed, but no one could save them.
"Please, let him go. He has put down his weapons and armor," a woman cried and begged the soldiers who broke in.
"Puff!" But what greeted her was the stab of a cold spear. Blood flowed out of her mouth, and her eyes revealed despair.
"Agnesnos, run!"
"Puff!" Another spear pierced through her chest, and her eyes dimmed.
"Ilsia!"
A man rushed out of the house with a stick in his hand, but his resistance was futile in the face of the vicious soldiers.
"Puff!"
Another spear pierced through the man's body and was quickly pulled out. Blood spurted out like a fountain, staining the ground below him red.
"Ilsia …" The man's eyes dimmed, and with a thud, his heavy body fell to the ground.
Only a few of Agamemnon's soldiers had survived the battle of Troy. After they returned, they had already taken off their armor and weapons, and were scattered around the city.
Now, facing the soldiers led by Aegis, none of them could resist and were killed one by one.
From time to time, the sounds of battle could be heard in the bathroom. Agamemnon's heart kept twitching. He had not brought back many soldiers, and after returning, they had taken off their armor and weapons. Now, it was difficult for them to survive.
"Did you hear that? Agamemnon, you will receive the grand funeral of a king. Look, hundreds and thousands of soldiers will be buried with you, "Clytemnestra screamed.
"Clytemnestra, you will regret this!"
"Don't be too proud," Agamemnon said. "You are not far from death …"
"Is that so? Unfortunately, you cannot see it, because you are going to die, "Clytemnestra said. Clytemnestra said, "Besides, this is God supporting me in my revenge. Otherwise, how could you have been killed by me like this?"
To the world where gods existed, to the descendants of gods, and to the king who had a prophet in his heart, this kind of assassination would not succeed as long as there was a god's reminder, even if it was through the mouth of a prophet.
This situation could only mean that this was the will of the gods.
Agamemnon screamed in pain. Now that he was in this situation, there was no better way to get out. Seeing that all his strength was draining away, he knew that he did not have much time.
Agamemnon prayed to the gods of Mount Olympus, but none of them were willing to help. Not even one of them responded.
Agamemnon slowly lost hope. His body was getting colder and colder, and his vision was getting darker and darker. Suddenly, he spat out a name from his bloody lips. "Paris, I once promised to build a temple for you. If you can save me, I will fulfill my promise."
The new god Paris. Although he and Paris were enemies, there was no other way out. He could only cling to the last bit of hope.
Agamemnon's voice was soft, but it was clearly heard by Pei Zi Yun. Pei Zi Yun saw all of this.
Pei Zi Yun looked at the desperate Agamemnon, who had given up all his pride and was praying to him.
Then, the dying Agamemnon suddenly heard a voice. "Agamemnon, you brought troops to destroy my city. Why would I protect you? However, since we are both descendants of Zeus, I can protect your son. "
Agamemnon's spirit was lifted, and he saw a glimmer of hope in his despair.
"As long as you protect my son, I will promise that my family will build a temple for you. We will slaughter cows and sheep for you, and we will worship you forever."
Agamemnon lay on the ground, and blood flowed all over the ground. He was barely breathing as he spoke.
"Very well. Remember your promise. I will help your son, Orestes, escape."
The promise of a king was still very valuable. Pei Zi Yun was very satisfied. When Agamemnon heard Pei Zi Yun's promise, he closed his eyes, and a speck of spirit flew out. He took one last look at his queen, Clytemnestra, and left a curse. "Clytemnestra, you will receive retribution."
Then, it sank into the underworld.
A great Greek hero, who led the Greek army to conquer Troy and conquered the city of Troy, was killed by his own wife, Clytemnestra, in a bathroom.
Mount Olympus, Hall
Apollo played the harp. When he finished playing, all the gods raised their cups to Apollo, thanking him for his music. None of the gods were moved by Agamemnon's death.
The fate of Agamemnon's death had long been determined by many events.
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