The fleet turned and sailed towards the nearest island. The fleet moved silently towards the target.
Soon, the outline of an island appeared in everyone's field of vision. The outline gradually became larger. It was an uninhabited island. In order to prevent stranding and running aground, the fleet circled the island and found a natural pier to dock on.
The island is deserted, with no birds and animals, and rugged rocks. As far as you can see, there are almost no green plants, and the area is still very small, only about 1 square kilometer.
"Quick, prepare the materials for the altar immediately, build it in an open area on the island, and bring all the remaining bulls down." Pei Ziyun ordered.
Pieces of altar materials were carried off the ship by the slaves, and the soldiers were on guard. Under the supervision and planning of the ship's priests, an altar was quickly built in the open area of the island.
The temporary altar was circular in shape, with a pedestal made of earth and stones.
Pei Ziyun wore a white tunic, a bronze belt, and a short sword hanging from his waist. He got off the battleship with a serious face.
A group of slaves drove the remaining eight bulls off the ship. After this period of sea voyage, these bulls lost some weight.
All the soldiers and slaves were lined up in front of the altar.
After the ominous prophecy made by the sea god Nereus just now, the soldiers and slaves are now emotionally unstable. Faced with the god's prophecy, they feel shocked and confused.
Thinking of this, Pei Ziyun no longer hesitated and said loudly: "Everyone, the sea god Nereus just told us a prophecy. I feel a little scared in my heart, but what is the worst result of this prophecy? It is the Greeks leading the army. They came after us and destroyed our homeland of Troy, as they have done once before, and took away our princess Hesione.”
"The worst outcome is nothing more than this, but our Troy is no longer what it used to be. When we robbed them, it was originally for revenge and to restore our lost dignity."
"My dear friends and citizens, when Menelaus comes with his allies, are you ready to attack the arrogant Greeks head-on and let them see the tenacity and unyieldingness of our Trojans? They also get a taste of failure.”
"Troy will win." Pei Ziyun raised his arms and shouted.
"Must win."
"Must win."
Just now, the morale seemed to have recovered a little bit after being hit by the unknown prophecy of Nereus, the God of the Sea. Pei Ziyun looked at everyone's rekindled hope and fighting spirit, and nodded slightly.
Pei Ziyun took the bulls from the slaves and drove the eight bulls into the altar. The priest took out the water from the jar and sprinkled the altar and the bulls, and knelt to pray to the gods of Mount Olympus.
Helen stood in the crowd and shivered, as if she felt cold. After hearing the prophecy of the gods just now, she was a little worried, for fear that Paris would send her back to Menelaus.
Although Paris's impassioned 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 noticed her embarrassment and stepped forward to hold her hand to comfort her.
"Helen, don't be afraid. I only had one wife, Oenone, but now that I have snatched you away from the Spartan palace, I will never regret it, let alone leave you to the angry Menelaus."
In the plot, Menelaus raised his sword to kill Helen, but finally forgave Helen - now Helen does not know this, but is just afraid of the angry Menelaus.
"We fear the gods and prophecies, but I am not a timid person. If Menelaus comes after me, I will teach him a lesson."
Paris's palm brought warmth, and with the comfort of his words, Helen's anxiety gradually calmed down.
"Paris, with you here, I am no longer afraid." Helen showed a faint smile on her face and leaned lightly on his shoulder.
After much thought, Pei Ziyun decided to use music to let the gods feel his mood at the moment, so he ordered the slaves to bring the harp from the ship, and played the harp while the priest was praying.
Pei Ziyun's piano skills are at the level of Da Xu, while Paris is already a master at harp and reed flute, and has become completely proficient in them.
"Destiny, where will you take me?" Pei Ziyun played the song "Destiny" by a famous artist of later generations, which was very suitable for the occasion and suited his current situation.
In the fierce winter storm, the knights are charging, and their voices are sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes low, sometimes high, just like the journey of life.
The music slowly lowers, then slowly rises, looping twice, as if facing the fate of a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, he is hovering in fear, not daring to step forward, and thinking of escaping.
The fate is so terrible that people seem to have to lower their heads, but they cannot live with their heads down forever. Then the tone of the music rushes upward. Although the sound of the piano sounds, it seems to be blowing the horn of war.
In the fierce melody, they were fighting each other. Everyone seemed to see the sunset like blood, and the battlefield was full of corpses of soldiers. Then the sound of the piano gradually decreased, with a deep sadness, and then the morning light swept across the battlefield. She seemed to She was a gentle woman, gently caressing the fallen soldier's cheek.
It seems to be the divine power of Aphrodite, and the music is particularly charming. The sound of the piano passed through many obstacles and reached Mount Olympus.
The gods were immersed in the beautiful music. They seemed to feel the ups and downs of fate, and felt Paris's hesitation, unwillingness, and perseverance.
"I feel the impermanence of fate," Zeus said.
"My dear, that is the fate of mortals, and we are the masters of fate." Hera said to Zeus.
"Paris's fate has been determined, so what if he has such talent?" Athena said.
Apollo himself was the god of music. He listened quietly and felt the twists and turns of fate, as well as the beauty of music itself.
The soldiers and slaves on the uninhabited island listened to the music of Prince Paris. Although they did not have the talent to appreciate the underlying music, no matter who was listening quietly to such wonderful music, they would feel some of its charm.
In the sound of the piano, the soldiers saw their companions fighting on the battlefield, charging again and again. Finally, in the bloody sunset, they stayed on the battlefield forever. The breeze blew, the smoke dispersed, and the morning light filled the earth. It had nothing to do with them. .
Some soldiers were filled with tears and felt the same.
The slaves saw their pitiful life experiences in their fate, and also experienced the twists and turns and injustice of their fate.
Gesni closed his eyes and murmured in his mouth, seeming to echo the poetry of fate. He is the person who best understands the impermanence of fate. He was once poor and poor, and now he is prominent and wealthy. His destiny has experienced a great turning point, from the trough to the peak. , twists and turns.
Coselia's tears filled her cheeks, and her fate changed from happy to terrible, but she did not escape, but faced the challenge of fate tenaciously.
In the sound of music, after praying, the priest waved his hand, and the slaves tied up the eight bulls one by one. The priest took the knife and stabbed hard. With a "pop", the bulls screamed, and their blood sprayed out like water and flowed to the altar. .
The priest was very skilled at disemboweling the bulls, removing the internal organs and bones, cutting off the heads, sorting the meat, and slaughtered eight bulls in a row, and placed all the divided beef on the altar.
Just then, Pei Ziyun's song happened to be completed. He washed his hands, picked up the gold cup, and filled it with wine.
The music of destiny seemed to still be echoing in his ears. Pei Ziyun stepped forward, poured down the wine three times, raised his hands and prayed: "Great Zeus, my ancestor, the great Hera, the mother of the gods, the terrible Hades. (Hades), the turbulent Poseidon (Poseidon), the earth Gaia (Gaia), the harvest-giving Demeter (Demeter), the wisdom and civilization Athena (Athena), Artemis carrying the bow and arrow, Bright and radiant Apollo…”
Pei Ziyun read the names of the gods on 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 committed such a crime, and I became frightened and shaken. I wanted to escape everything and take Helen with me to a place where no one knows."
"But I am the prince of Troy after all, and I am a warrior. How can I easily escape responsibility?"
"Death, some are as heavy as Mount Ida, and some are as floating as leaves. I hope that when I leave this world, I can say this when I look back on the past. I have committed many sins, but I have not escaped and been ashamed. I want to My life and my strength are invested in my atonement, my destiny.”
"O Gods, I have offered sacrifices to you, just like today; O Gods, I have sung praises to you, just like today; if you think of it, please give me the courage to face the challenges of fate calmly. "
Following the prayers, the bulls were not used by many gods, only a few.
"Hades and Gaia took it, but almost none of the Olympus gods took it."
The feeling of the priest made Pei Ziyun immediately feel the effect of the sacrifice, and his heart sank.
Although just now, Pei Ziyun was not optimistic about the effect of the sacrifice, but by offering sacrifices to the gods, he could see clearly the attitude of the gods, and secondly, he could let the gods know his own attitude - he still respected the gods of Mount Olympus as always. .
In this case, the gods would not suspect that he had other intentions, so they would use thunderous means and take action directly.
In the upcoming Trojan War, he will dance the dance of death on the edge of violating the bottom line of the gods, calmly harvest the heroes who come to die, and improve his strength as soon as possible.
In order for the Council of Gods to continue to act according to the "script" as always, you must first be a pious prince. This is very important.
But even with such mental preparation, the result still made Pei Ziyun's heart sink.
"This sacrifice is actually a sin offering, but other than the gods representing the underworld and the earth, no one else is accepted."
"What I said just now actually picked up a certain famous sentence and moved many people, but it is obvious that the gods are indifferent to it."
"Is this the difference between gods and humans?"
"The careless and generous sentences of mortals may only seem ridiculous in the eyes of gods."
(End of chapter)