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Chapter 46: The Wizard of Heroth

Soon, except for the Hot Spring Pass, the army was covered with different dressed soldiers everywhere!

The countdown to the main task has come to an end.

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To obtain points, you can find the coalition military quarres officer to redeem the corresponding rewards.

In addition, Yun Qi also learned that in addition to resisting the attack of the Persian army, the points acquisition will also be released, but the timing of the release will be adapted to the times.

Yun Qi was about to ask Sandru about the task, but she saw that Sandru could not wait to wave the long whip in his hand at a pile of dead bodies.

Of course, this is to try the ability of the messenger's whip.

But Sandru's actions were stopped by the Spartan Royal Guard: "The Black Rous wizard cast a magic trick on the corpses of these Persian sentries, and you cannot move these dead people at will."

"Casting a spell? Black Rox?" Sandru was even more puzzled.

He knew what the captain's Black Rous was? It was the nine hundred serf soldiers brought by the Spartan king.

Most of them were arranged to guard the secret passages of Hot Spring Pass to prevent Persians from surrounding and attacking from behind the Hot Spring Pass after discovering it.

Of course, to put it nicely, these people are serf soldiers, but to put it bluntly, they are actually slaves.

However, there are also people with higher status among the slaves, such as the wizards responsible for sacrifices, and many of them master the mysterious black magic.

But the problem is that the level of black magic that the Black Rous wizard can master must not be too high.

If the black magic is so advanced that it can shake off Xerxes's 300,000 troops, wouldn't the poor Black Rous have been slaved by the Spartans?

He said: "Is this your unique tradition of respecting your enemies?"

Royal Guard Captain Aili: "No, friend, Sparta respects the Warriors, but will never give the sneaky spy a warrior treatment."

"If these corpses are used by us, they will at least relieve the pressure." Sandru was still fighting for it.

"No, my friend, these corpses are the gifts left by the great Greek Federation to Xerxes. It is better to remain unmoved until he or his slave soldiers arrive."

This straightforward and rough captain of the Royal Guard insisted on not letting Sandru move the corpses interspersed on the pointed wooden stakes, and Sandru had no choice.

However, depending on the situation, it seems to have other meanings.

At this time, the Black Roshi wizard in Aili's mouth cast spells on the corpses one by one, and the wizards who were only a dozen people were sweating profusely, as if they had just experienced a fierce battle.

Sandru seemed to feel something about these people's actions.

Yun Qi clearly felt the unique aura emitted from the corpse.

What else is boring with the stinking of corpse?

But no one has delved into these things now, because the war is coming.

At this time, the Spartans need to cheer up their morale.

This is already a tradition in Greece: whenever the city-state is threatened by powerful foreign countries, the Greek cities in a loose sand will abandon past grudges and work together. At this time, the most powerful Athenians and Spartans often become the confidence of other friendly countries.

Now, the Athenians are fighting fiercely with Persian naval commander Artemisia on the Aegean Sea, and are flawlessly concerned about the hot spring pass.

The Spartans naturally became the backbone of everyone.

However, this time, the Spartan king, Leonida, did not cheer up his morale as he did when he went on a war, but instead ordered people to bring a jar of finely crafted earthen kilns.

Don’t look at the roughness of the clay pots, you know that this was BC. Porcelain had not been introduced to the West, glass products had not been invented, and the utensils used by the nobles to hold wine were only silver wine glasses.

In that era, there was only one thing that was qualified to be filled in earthen kiln crock pots: wine!

At that time, wine had been developed in Persia, but it was not popularized in the relatively backward West. No matter the raw materials used for winemaking or winemaking technology, it could not satisfy the appetite of Western aristocrats. A lot of financial resources must be consumed. Persian merchants used camels to transport grapes and wine from the desert from thousands of miles away.

In front of everyone, wine is a luxury jewelry that only nobles can afford.

Leonida ignored everyone's doubtful eyes and ordered his 300 wooden wine glasses in the hands of the Royal Guard, which were covered with blood-red wine, then raised the same wooden wine glass and shouted at the people of Dassos: "I need 100 warriors to fight with us on the front line of the pass. Any warrior who wants to drink this special wine with you."

When the war is approaching, encouraging soldiers to drink is a taboo in the army.

If someone else dared to do this, the commander would be dragged out to behead him on the spot to serve as a warning to you.

But when King Leonida said this, naturally no fool who was not open-minded has a prestigious military order.

Just as the others were wondering whether the Spartan king would test everyone's military discipline. Perhaps someone volunteered to come forward to drink the tempting glass of wine. He was regarded as a typical example by the commander and beheaded for public display.

Most people are not interested in hedging on the front line of the array; a small number of brave enough watch out for changes and see if this glass is a bold wine or a powerful wine.

Just as everyone was hesitating, a slightly thin figure stood up from the army, took the wine that was already filled with bright red plasma, and drank it in a sip.

King Leonida nodded to the warrior with appreciation. This small detail seemed to make the warriors who "watch the changes" boil. They rushed to stand out from the crowd one by one, received the wine glass, and drank it all in one go, but they did it neatly.

It’s just strange that all the people who robbed the wine were mercenaries brought by Dassus.

It was not until these people finished drinking that allied warriors from other Greek city-states stood up and joined the drinking suicide squad.

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Chapter completed!
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