Time: 2007-8- 30 11:04:00 Words: 4951
It was only three days after I saw Achilles that I was able to get out of bed and walk. I hadn't seen him for the past three days, and only Mahaon would come to my tent every evening with his attendants to sympathize with my illness and chat with me.
From them, I learned that I was currently on the Asian continent, in Troy on the Gulf of Messier. Troy was located at the confluence of the Simois River and the Scandil River. It was on the battlefield of ancient Greece many years ago. As for how many years it had been, I couldn't be bothered to count with my fingers.
Everyone must know the reason why the Greek attacked Troy. It was that lascivious Paris kidnapped the most beautiful Greek woman, Helen. Helen ran away with a wild man. The husband, Mene-something, couldn't take it lying down and asked his brother, Agamemnon, to help him fight. Agamemnon felt that it was boring to fight alone, so he dragged a series of small Greek countries over. A fleet of more than 1,000 warships set off from Oris, the port city of Osia, and detoured around Myssia to reach Troy. They landed three days ago and were currently camping along the beach at the Cape of Sigeon and Rotheon. Now that the Trojans had closed their gates and refused to fight, it gave the Greek army a chance to catch their breath.
I walked out of the barracks. Achilles had me moved underground from the ship last night, and my seasickness was much better this afternoon. Stepping on the soft sand on the white beach, I raised my head and looked forward in the sunlight.
Oh my god! Battleships as tall as dozens of people were lined up neatly on the beach. They were chained to each other. The sound of the waves hitting the shore was distant and slow. Countless Danae warriors in leather armor were busy setting up tents, fortresses, and trenches. It was bustling. The agile warriors each carried three to four trees and ran around me like flying.
As I walked, I felt an indescribable vitality. The bloodline of a powerful warrior in my body was boiling. I couldn't control my mood. I staggered on the beach. From time to time, people who knew me would greet me, pat my shoulder, and ask me how I felt.
I shook hands with them and cheered them on. I thought I was really alive. I felt the gentle sea breeze and the smell of sunlight.
Someone told me that Achilles was on his ship. I didn't plan to meet him so soon. Wouldn't it be better to leave some suspense? Maybe he'll be like me and Pierre and save the damsel in distress, hehe.
I felt very happy. I boarded a warship in front of me, and all I met were ordinary soldiers. I didn't know when I would be able to meet my idol, Austin. The Greek people called him Odeus, but I preferred the name Austin. He was the smartest person in Greece! I don't want to, I don't want to. I'm so excited that I want to jump off a building when I think of so many Greek heroes.
I walked up to the deck and couldn't wait to see the Greek Bay from thousands of years ago. The blue sea was sparkling, and the endless warships lined up on the beach like museum displays.
The reason why I didn't bother to mention warships was because ships played a vital role in this battle. Moreover, the Greek people had all moved their ships ashore. A thousand warships. Boss, think about how much space they would need. At the end of the day, I was a frog at the bottom of a well and sighed at how spacious this place was.
Rows of strong fences were being erected on the sea below the ship to prevent the ship from being blown away from the shore in case of a storm.
I couldn't help but climb up the railing and shout, my hair fluttering in the sea breeze. It made me feel so good. I was like a movie star. I was definitely not as famous as Brad Peter who made " Troy ". I waved to my comrades who were working below and said," Hey, hey, hello, good afternoon, good afternoon. I'm Patroclus, hello!"”
I was proud and high-spirited. They raised their hammers and all kinds of tools to greet me. I didn't think that the entire Greek camp would know that I, a super narcissist, was shouting on the boat tomorrow.
I was tired of shouting. I leaned against the mast and closed my eyes to rest. The comfortable sea breeze made me sleepy again. Pierre's figure appeared in my mind. I thought that it would not be long before I completely forgot him. I was going to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy and become a Greek hero second only to Achilles.
Thinking of this, he felt very melancholic. We have never killed a chicken since we were young. If we want to use a knife to cut people, our future is bleak!!
When a black spot appeared on the sea in the distance, I thought that the sun had blinded my eyes. I turned over and prepared to continue taking a nap. Who knew that the black spot would keep growing bigger. When I looked closely, it turned into a one-masted sailboat. I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat.
My God, are we going to launch a surprise attack on the sea? Right now, this large group of people is doing carpentry. If the enemy suddenly attacks, most of them will probably go to hell to see Hades.
I got up and rushed to the railing, gesturing and shouting at the people below. I was so scared that I couldn't speak clearly. I jumped up and down on the boat like a clown.
The people below thought that I was teasing them and raised their heads to laugh. I was so angry that I stomped my feet and almost fainted.
Panting, I stopped and took a deep breath. I leaned against the side of the ship and shouted at them again,"Enemies! Enemies are coming from the sea! Look! Damn it, you guys are still laughing!”
Finally, those people stopped laughing because that ship was right in front of them. Even a blind person could see it. My legs went limp as I sat on the deck. F * ck, I'm so tired. They still want to fight? All of them are like idiots who didn't even notice an unfamiliar ship approaching. I started worrying again. Did their brains accidentally move one day?
The ship safely sailed into the port and was received by the Greek people. An old man got off the ship and was carried by a few people. He looked sick and was about to die. He whimpered pitifully. I danced for this old man like a monkey for half a day, but no one praised me for my high vigilance. Instead, they treated him politely. I asked the people around me in a very unhappy manner," Who is this? What arrogance?"”
Antirocus smiled and told me that it was King Telefoss of Mysia. Last year, the Greek army missed the port of entry and arrived at Mysia Bay. After a fight with them, we realized that it was all a misunderstanding. Our hero Achilles shot the old king in the lower half of his body. Although the conflict was resolved, the king's injuries were still not fully healed. He came to seek medical treatment.
I followed the group of people into my barrack. Of course, it was my barrack. Although it was nominally Achilles 'barrack, he had been keeping vigil on the warship for the past few days. In fact, it was my territory alone. Therefore, the moment I entered, I saw someone impolitely placing the dirty and pained king on my snow-white animal skin bed. I was very unhappy. I was going to lose sleep tonight.
Someone called Achilles.
A blond, blue-eyed man in neat attire appeared at the entrance of the barracks like a whirlwind. The Greek heroes gathered in the room made way for him.
I leaned in, deliberately avoiding Achilles 'line of sight. Thinking about how I would have to be inseparable from him in the future, I felt awkward. I needed some time to deal with the interpersonal relationships that had suddenly appeared.
Achilles, Patroclus, Achilles, Patroclus!!
Should I just let nature take its course? After all, the two of them were doing this and that.
So I hid, moved, and moved. Achilles seemed to be looking for Patroclus as well. He looked around the room without any expression, and then walked toward Telepus who was lying on the bed.
I accidentally stepped on someone's foot and quickly lowered my head to apologize to that person." I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Did it hurt?"
"Don't panic, Patroclus. What is it that makes you avoid Achilles?”The pleasant and pleasant male voice was like a warm current soaking into my chest when I heard him speak. It was like soft sunlight shining on my face. I was shocked and looked up at him.
Heavens! I thought I saw a god!
His deep facial features and sexy lips calmly smiled at me. I think I must be very stupid now, staring at him without blinking.
He had a dignified face under his curly black hair. He was smart but cunning and humorous. His faint green stubble stuck to his chin, making him look especially sexy and masculine. He was a head taller than me, and his checkered soft armor was tight. He had a sword on his waist, and under his Greek-style light battle robe, his strong and sexy thighs were exposed. He did not give off an oppressive feeling like Achilles. Instead, he gave off an approachable and warm feeling, but also a sense of alienation.
That person laughed out loud. My face turned hot. How embarrassing. It was as if I had never seen a man before. Hence, I coughed and said perfunctorily,"Nothing, nothing." Then, she pretended to be very enthusiastic about what was going on in the room and ignored the people around her. She even forgot to ask for his name.
In the middle of the room, Achilles kindly asked Telefoss how he could heal his wounds, his face full of worry and pain.
Needless to say, our Achilles 'appearance was even inferior to Apollo's. His golden curly hair was spread out behind his head. Before he came, Austin found him among the women in the king's palace on Skuros Island. His mother disguised him as a woman to protect him and stuffed him into the king's palace. The prophet Karkas revealed his whereabouts. At that time, he was making out with his new wife, the king's daughter, Idamia.
These were all told to me by Austin. The Greek allied forces had just arrived, and everyone came from all over the world. They didn't know each other, let alone a rookie like me.
Let's take a closer look at our Achilles. His broad shoulders accommodate his ocean-like mind. Although he is sometimes headstrong, he has a kind heart. Otherwise, he would not have risked everything to save Agamemnon's daughter, the poor Princess Iphegenia.
His tall and mighty figure had been trained under Chiron's careful guidance. The muscles on his body pulsated on their own as if they were alive. His skin, which had been tanned by the Greek sun, added to his outstanding appearance.
The more she looked, the more tempted she became. She glanced at the man beside her who was studying her and could not help but turn her head in embarrassment.
Telefoss propped himself up in pain and groaned for a long time before saying,""I asked the priest to ask Phobos Apollo, and the oracle I received was that only the javelin that pierced me could heal my wound. Although I didn't understand what the oracle meant, I still rushed over, hoping that you could alleviate my pain.”
Looking at his pale and sweaty face, even though I was unhappy that he had occupied my bed, I still felt pity for him.
The two divine doctors of the army, Padareruos and Mahawn, were urgently summoned. After hearing the oracle, they were at a loss like the people around them. Achilles stroked his javelin and said sadly,"As long as it can alleviate your pain, I won't hesitate to lose this spear.”
The man beside me also frowned and thought hard. I snorted disdainfully and said,"Isn't it just some iron filings from the javelin? Iron filings can also detoxify and stop bleeding.”
The man next to me suddenly understood and clapped his hands happily." Yes, that's what the Oracle meant.”Then, he hurried to the center of the room and whispered something to the two doctors. The doctor's eyes lit up and exclaimed at the same time, praising him repeatedly." You're too smart, Austin. You're too smart."”Then, they turned to the King and said,""Don't worry, my dear king. We can cure you immediately.”
Only then did I realize that the person standing next to me just now was Austin. It was Austin. I really wanted to slap myself. Why was my reaction so slow?
Just as I was feeling regretful, Austin came back to me and smiled."Patroclus, you are very smart.”
I was confused and didn't know what he was talking about. I only saw Mahawn carefully scrape some iron filings from Achilles 'javelin and apply it to Telefoss' wound. The people around me exclaimed. I stretched my neck but couldn't see what was happening. Then I lost interest and simply turned around and walked out of the barracks.
Before he turned around, he saw Austin walking towards Achilles. The two of them smiled very amicably.
Austin enjoyed a high prestige in the Greek army, which even Achilles could not match.
When I came out, it was already evening. The blood-red sunset was half buried below the sea level, and the sea water seemed to be burning red. It was gorgeous and luxurious on the sea surface. I boarded the warship again, and my heart was filled with gentleness. I welcomed the sea breeze and opened my arms to look up at the sky, enjoying this rare peace and quiet. In my heart, I had a natural attitude towards the situation that I was about to face. In any case, I would have to face it sooner or later.
I turned around and saw Achilles standing behind me with a Mona Lisa smile. He was so charming that I immediately felt my face heat up.
He walked over and patted my head."Austin told me that you were the one who came up with the contents of the oracle?”
I still didn't know what he was talking about. I just looked at him and smiled foolishly.
Achilles lowered his head and pressed it against my forehead." Silly child.”
I was indeed still a little kid. I looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old in the mirror. My chestnut-colored curly hair draped over my shoulders. I had a beautiful and delicate face, and my eyes were too big. I looked like a muddle-headed worm.
Achilles was not very old either. He looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, but he was already very manly and was deeply loved by women.
According to what I've seen in my memories of ancient Greek mythology, he already has a son, Idamia. He was later killed by Agamemnon's son, Orestes. Of course, this was a story for another time.
Within a few hours the news that Telefoss was able to walk and move about was greeted with cheers from my quarters.
We were sitting side by side on the side of the ship, admiring the sunset when the messenger ran up to Achilles and told him that Agamemnon was going to feast for the king.
Achilles hugged me affectionately. I felt awkward. I didn't know if he realized it, but I saw that he was enjoying it. He had an elegant smile on his face, and his golden hair fluttered.
Although Telefoss did not intend to help the Greek attack Troy, he was related to the royal family of Troy by marriage. But according to Antirocus, he had provided the Greek army with a large amount of supplies.
Antirocs was the one who took care of my daily needs for the past few days. He was the only one I was familiar with in the entire camp. Besides, I wasn't familiar with the place yet. I wouldn't know if I ran into someone with bad intentions or died. Besides, I didn't know Patroclus 'temperament and habits.
It was better to be careful with Achilles. He grew up with Patroclus and knew his personality like the back of his hand. If I showed any flaws, I would be dismembered on the spot, hung up, and cut into pieces.
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