The fleet turned and headed towards the nearest island, and the fleet was silently moving towards its target.

Soon, the outline of an island appeared in everyone's sight, and the outline gradually became larger and became an uninhabited island. In order to prevent stranding and hitting the reefs, the fleet circled the island and found a natural dock to dock.

The island is deserted, with birds and beasts extinct and rugged rocks. Looking around, it is almost impossible to have green plants, and the area is still very small, about 1 square kilometer.

"Hurry, prepare the altar materials immediately, build them in the open area on the island, and take all the remaining bulls down." Pei Ziyun ordered.

The altar materials were transported by slaves and removed from the ship. The soldiers were responsible for the alert. Under the supervision and planning of the priests on the ship, an altar was soon established in the open area of ​​the island.

The temporary altar was round and pedestals were built with soil and stones.

Pei Ziyun was wearing a white trouser and a bronze belt, and a short sword hung around her waist. Her face turned serious and she got off the battleship.

A group of slaves drove the remaining eight bulls off the ship. After this period of time, the bulls lost some weight.

All soldiers and slaves lined up in front of the altar.

After some unknown prophecy of the sea god Nereus just now, the soldiers and slaves are not in a stable mood. Facing the prophecy of the gods, they are shocked and suspicious.

Thinking of this, Pei Ziyun no longer hesitated and said loudly: "Everyone, the sea god Nereus just told us a prophecy. I was a little nervous inside, but what is the worst result of this prophecy? The Greeks came to chase after us with their army and destroyed our home Troy. They had done this once before and snatched away our princess Hesione."

"The worst is not the case, but we, Troy, are no longer the same as before. When we robbed them, we were originally for revenge and to restore our lost dignity."

"My dear friends, citizens, when Menelaus came with the Allies, are you ready to fight the arrogant Greeks head-on, let them see the tenacity and indomitableness of our Trojans, and let them taste the taste of failure,"

"Troy will win." Pei Ziyun raised his arms and shouted.

"It must win."

"It must win."

Just now, morale seemed to have recovered a little under the unknown prophecy of Nereus, the sea god, and Pei Ziyun watched everyone rekindle hope and revitalize their fighting spirit, nodded slightly.

Pei Ziyun took the bull from his slaves and drove the eight bulls into the altar. The priest took out the can and sprinkled the altar and the bull, and knelt on his knees to pray to the gods of Mount Olympus.

Helen stood in the crowd and seemed to feel cold. She was a little worried when she heard the god's prophecy just now, fearing that Paris would send her back to Menelaus.

Although Paris' passionate words rekindled the hope of the soldiers, she knew that Menelaus and the Greek coalition were strong, and she had no confidence in Troy's resistance to the powerful Greek coalition.

Pei Ziyun saw her uneasy and went forward to hold her hand to comfort her.

"Helen, don't be afraid. I used to have only one wife, Onogne, but since I snatched you from the Spartan Palace, I will never regret it, let alone throw you to the angry Menelaus."

In the plot, Menelaus raises his sword to kill Helen, and finally forgives Helen. Now Helen doesn't know this, but is just afraid of the angry Menelaus.

"We fear the gods and prophecies, but I am not a coward. When Menelaus comes after him, I will teach him a lesson."

Paris's palm brought warmth, and under the comfort of his words, Helen's nervousness gradually calmed down.

"Paris, I'm no longer afraid of having you here." Helen's face showed a faint smile and leaned gently on his shoulder.

Pei Ziyun thought about it over and over again and decided to use music to let the gods feel their mood at this moment, so he ordered the slave to bring a harp from the ship, and played the harp while the priest was praying.

Pei Ziyun's piano skills are as good as Daxu, while Paris is a master in harp and shepherd's flute, and is fully proficient.

"Fate, where do you take me?" Pei Ziyun played the song "Fate", a famous master of later generations, which was very suitable for the situation and was in line with his current situation.

In winter, there are storms and rains, and the knights are charging forward. Their voices are sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low, sometimes lower, sometimes rising, just like a journey of life.

The music slowly lowered and then slowly rose, and it cycled twice, as if facing the fate of the sea of ​​swords and fire, he was nervous and did not dare to go forward, thinking about escaping.

Fate is so terrifying that people seem to have to lower their heads, but they cannot live with their heads down forever. Then the tone of the music rushed upwards. Although the piano sounded, it seemed to sound the horn of war.

In the fierce melody, they fought each other, and everyone seemed to see the setting sun and blood. The battlefield was full of soldiers' corpses. Then the sound of the piano gradually decreased, with deep sorrow and sadness. The dawn swept across the battlefield. She seemed to be a gentle woman, gently stroking the fallen soldiers' cheeks.

It seems that it is Aphrodite's divine power, and the music is also particularly charming. The sound of the piano passes through many obstacles and passes into Mount Olympus.

The gods were immersed in the wonderful sound of the piano. They seemed to feel the ups and downs of fate, felt Paris hesitation, unwillingness, and rising up.

"I feel the impermanence of fate," Zeus said.

"Dear, that is the fate of mortals, and we are the controllers of fate." Hera said to Zeus.

"Paris' fate has been determined. What if he has such talent?" said Athena.

Apollo himself is the god of music. He listened quietly and felt the twists and turns of fate and the beauty of music itself.

The soldiers and slaves of the Unmanned Island listened to Prince Paris's music. Although they did not appreciate the talent, no matter who was so wonderful, as long as they listened quietly, they would feel some of the charm of such wonderful music.

The soldiers saw their companions fighting on the battlefield in the sound of the piano, charging again and again, and finally in the bloody sunset, they remained on the battlefield forever. The breeze blew, the smoke dissipated, and the dawn filled the earth, which had nothing to do with them.

Some soldiers were filled with tears and felt empathy.

The slaves saw their pitiful life experience in fate and also experienced the ups and downs and injustice of fate.

Gusne closed his eyes and murmured in his mouth, as if he was in line with the poem of fate. He was the one who could best understand the impermanence of fate. He was down and poor at the time, and now his wealth and wealth had experienced a great turning point, from low to high, twists and turns.

Ke Sailia's tears hanged on her cheeks, and her fate also went from happiness to terrible, but she did not escape, but instead stubbornly met the challenge of fate.

As the music was the sound of praying, the priest waved his hand, and the slaves tied up the eight bulls one by one. The priest took a knife and stabbed hard. With a "puff", the bull screamed, and blood sprayed out like a spring of water and flowed to the altar.

The priest was very skilled in dismantling the bull's belly, removing internal organs and bones, cutting off the beef's head, sorting the meat, slaughtering eight bulls in a row, and putting all the beef on the altar.

After serving, Pei Ziyun's song happened to be completed. He washed his hands and picked up the golden cup and filled it with fine wine.

The music of fate seemed to echo in my ears. Pei Ziyun stepped forward, poured the wine three times, and raised his hand to pray: "Great Zeus, my ancestors, the great Hera, the mother of the gods, the awesome Hades, the turbulent poseidon, the gaia of the earth, the demeter who gave harvest, the athena of wisdom and civilization, Artemis carrying bows and arrows, and the bright and brilliant Apollo..."

Pei Ziyun recited the names of the gods of Mount Olympus one by one and said: "The most precious thing for human beings is life, and life is only once for each of us."

"I was afraid and shaken when I committed such a crime. I wanted to escape everything and flee with Helen to a place where no one knew." "But I was the prince of Troy in the end, and I was a warrior, so how could I easily escape the blame."

"Diet, some are as heavy as Mount Ida, some are as drifting as leaves. I am willing to leave the world, and when I look back on the past, I can say this: I have committed many sins, but I am ashamed of not escaping and I want to devote my life and my strength to my atonement and my destiny."

"Gods, I have sacrificed to you as today; Gods, I have praised you as today; if you think of it, please give me the courage and let me face the challenges of fate calmly."

With the prayer, the bull did not have many gods to use, only a few small ones.

"It was Hades and Gaia who used it, but almost none of the gods of Mount Olympus were used."

The feeling of the priest made Pei Ziyun feel the effect of the sacrifice immediately, and his heart sank.

Although Pei Ziyun was not optimistic about the effect of sacrifice just now, the sacrifice of the gods can clearly see the attitude of the gods, and the other hand, it can make the gods clear about their attitudes. He still respects the gods on Mount Olympus as always.

In this way, the gods would not suspect that he had a strange intention, so they used thunder means and took action directly.

In the upcoming Battle of Troy, he was going to dance the dance of death on the edge of the bottom line of the gods, calmly harvest the heroes who came to die, and improve his strength as soon as possible.

To make the gods continue to perform according to the "script" as always, they must first be a devout prince, which is very important.

But even with such psychological preparation, Pei Ziyun's heart still sank.

"This sacrifice is actually a sacrifice of sin, but nothing else is accepted except the gods representing the underworld and the earth."

"A passage just now actually picked a famous quote, which moved many people, but it is obvious that the gods are indifferent to it."

"Is this the difference between God and man?"
Chapter completed!