The World of Deities

I'm talking about Giant Hills, you want to pick a girl?Are you holding back like this?"Su Ye asked angrily.

"Your Majesty, you have misunderstood, I am a person with a long-term vision like you. I am not talking about my personal marriage, but the continuation of the ethnic group. Once we live in the Giant Hills, I will have the power of the ethnic group. At that time, I will gain the power of the old days, own subjects, own ethnic groups, and thrive." Wang Dahui said sternly.

"Huh..."

Su Ye glanced at the Black Devil Sheep.

"You want a ewe too?"

The Black Devil Sheep immediately obediently knelt, showing a flattering smile, and a neat white tooth came out from the gap of the pitch black mouth.

Su Ye thought for a while and said, "After you enter the Giant Hills, what will happen to my summoning technique?"

"You will have the ability to summon squads. The number is about ten, that is, five majestic and mighty demon sheep knights." Wang Dahammer said.

Su Ye smiled and asked, "How does the strength of the other four knights compare to you?"

"The rank is always lower than mine."

"What is the next stage of summoning the team?" Wu Ye asked.

"It is the summoning tribe, the total number is about 100, and the other new demon goat knights are two ranks lower than mine. However, new dwarves may be born. There is a dwarf mage in our rock dwarf tribe."

"What about the next stage?"

"The summoning legion, the total number is about 1,000, the weakest rank is three levels lower than mine. At this time, our legion will be particularly complete, and there will be powerful dwarves using magic equipment. As for the next stage, I don’t know. , Because my previous life was only a dwarf king at the legion level." Wang Sledgehammer said.

Su Ye looked at Di Aotian: "If you have the Fire Elemental Divine Power Plane, you will start to thrive and grow, right?"

"Kiddy Kuk Kuk Kuk..." Di Aotian explained excitedly.

"When I didn't ask!"

Su Ye thought about the future development route of summoning magic, and then fell asleep.

The next day, a good news spread throughout the Greek coalition forces.

Persia has paid the first ransom, and the most important group of prisoners left with the ship.

For the whole day, the Marathon Fortress was immersed in a sea of ​​joy.

Most soldiers have limited military merit, and they are not eligible to exchange trophies.

But everyone has a share of the ransom!

Starting in the afternoon, people from the city-states of the Marathon fortress carried their bags and pushed the cars to receive the golden eagle from the logistics office.

Even the recruits who have never killed anyone will receive at least ten golden eagles.

The voice praising General Miteaud has not been interrupted since the afternoon.

If it is a noble leader, it is absolutely impossible to give so many golden eagles to the soldiers.

Su Ye also went to receive the ransom paid by Persia.

Two hundred thousand!

Even surpassed the two generals of Mitayade and Dimis.

In the eyes of the great aristocracy, this amount of money is not much, but in previous wars, the figure is huge.

For Su Ye, this was the price of an extra elementary legendary magical device.

Su Ye took the opportunity to ask Fast about the total amount of Persia's ransom. He didn't say the specific figure, only that it was above the ten million eagle.

Rich in World War I.

However, more than half of the ransom was used to pay pensions and was distributed to the family of each soldier under the supervision of the priest of the temple.

Back at the residence, the Spartans who had received the gold coins held their purses and discussed excitedly.

"This is the first time I really earn a golden eagle! This feels so wonderful! Even if my family gives me ten times the golden eagle, it can't make me so excited. I want to keep these golden eagles and show them off in front of my children in the future!" Card Stoll spread out his purse, grabbing his hands among the golden coins.

The golden light flickered, and the sound was heard.

"This feeling is better than the gains of the arena." Comodes held the golden eagle in his mouth, gently bit it, and bit symmetrical tooth marks on Zeus's face and the eagle's head.

Su Ye smiled slightly when they saw their golden smiles of joy.

Then, continue to enter the house to do homework.

With the arrival of a new day, Su Ye put on a white robe specially.

In the courtyard, the neatly dressed Spartans were chatting and laughing.

However, many people have tension and expectations in their eyes.

Even Comodes and Castor are somewhat unnatural.

"What is the process of awarding honors?" Su Ye asked.

"Theoretically, it is from bottom to top. First, each city-state carries out the awarding of honors at the rank of soldier leader and captain. Then, on the high platform set up outside the city, the honors of corps leader and general are awarded. Now that you have come out , Let's go to the gathering place of the Spartans and watch the award ceremony." Castor was a little excited.

"go!"

Everyone went out excitedly.

The bright red cloak and the eye-catching red fur on the helmet made everyone recognize them as Spartans.

Teams of teams from each city-state moved in different directions, and everyone's face was filled with joy.

Similar words such as military merit, golden eagle, honoring, and so on continue to echo in Yao's ears.

Su Ye watched this scene with a smile.

In fact, most people's desires are very simple. When they get what they deserve, they will be satisfied and can do things wholeheartedly.

Even if it loses a little bit, it can be tolerated even though it is angry and unhappy.

However, there are always nobles who devour the blood and sweat of others for their own benefit, and even want to deprive others of everything. This has caused the opposition and chaos between the two sides.

The greed and shortsightedness of the upper echelons are the first cause of conflict and opposition.

Looking at those smiles and those pleasing faces even though his whole body was hurt, Su Ye suddenly understood why General Mitaiyade would rather offend the nobles and fight for the supreme command of the coalition forces.

Because, Mitayad had seen too many dead bodies after the failure.

I have also seen too many angry and distorted faces after victory.

He even wanted to see, smile.

Smile at this moment.

Su Ye took a deep breath, slowly released the touch in his heart, and suddenly understood a lot.

Mitayad first bears the blame for defeat before he can be praised by the soldiers.

Mitayad first bears the anger of the nobles before seeing the smiles of the soldiers.

Miteyard, first of all, bear the hopes of the Greeks, before he can win, become a legend, and become a general.

Su Ye smiled happily.

I have carried the hope of the teachers and students of Plato Academy, the hope of Zacre, the hope of abandoned Spartan infants and refugees, and the hope of soldiers in the Marathon, but it is not enough.

These are not enough to be promoted to the legend, let alone above the legend.

I carry more and gain more.

Su Ye clenched his fists, smiled, and stepped forward.

Soon, everyone walked to a spacious place, where almost everyone was wearing Spartan's unique red cloak.

Everyone talked excitedly, waited excitedly, and looked forward excitedly.

Even the appearance of Su Ye, the first champion, and the gladiator king, Commodes, did not arouse much attention.

At this time, everyone has only the same identity.

Man of merit.

Not long after, the Spartan military general showed up with a tie, first wearing a magic beard and giving an enthusiastic speech, which stimulated the Spartans to a boil and shouted.

"Sparta!"

"Sparta!"

Soon, shouts came from everywhere in the fortress.

"Athens!"

"Athens!"

...

"Tbye!"

"Tbye!"

...

"Macedonia!"

"Mycenae!"

...

These grievous Greek city-states, at this moment, were not angry at hearing the voice of the enemy city-state.

Everyone's face is full of heartfelt smiles.

The victory of the marathon is by no means the victory of anyone or any small group, but the victory of all the Greeks, the credit of all the Greeks.

It is also the glory of all Greeks.

Subsequently, the Spartan generals began to award titles and honors.

First of all, the general was reciting the names of new soldier captains one after another. Spartan soldiers rushed forward, or with the help of his teammates, they took up his bronze captain mark with a smile on his face. Lifting it up drew loud cheers.

Then, the Spartan soldier who announced his promotion to the captain was less crowded this time, but the cheers were more enthusiastic.

After that, there will be low-level awards, this time there are fewer people, but each award will inevitably lead to more intense cheers than before.

Military ranks are just positions, but honors are more of honor.

Su Ye keenly discovered that the same cheers everywhere, but the voices slowly decreased, but Spartan's voice not only did not decrease, but reached a peak when it was awarded.

Even Athens is not as small as Sparta.

Su Ye sighed.

With so many city-states, only the award of Sparta can maintain basic justice and fairness.

The voice of the soldiers is the signal sent by the soldiers and civilians to the nobles. Any keen noble and general should be aware of this signal and make changes.

Unfortunately, their greed and shortsightedness, their arrogance and ignorance ignored this signal.

Every signal is a piece of snowflakes, which will eventually snowball slowly.

In the eyes of ignorant nobles, there are just more snowflakes.

In the eyes of enlightened nobles, it is just a snowball with little danger.

In the eyes of a wise man, it may be the water that nourishes the earth, or it may be an avalanche in the future.

Su Ye looked at all this with a smile.

"For Euclid's funding, add one hundred thousand golden eagle..."

After witnessing the award ceremony in the morning and having lunch, Su Ye and the Spartan team walked out of the city early.

The hot afternoon wind blows across the marathon plain.

The jagged grassland seemed to have been gnawed by cows.

I don't know if it is the green grass covering up the traces of the war, or the traces of the war surrounding the green grass.

Under the city wall, magicians set up high platforms, and warriors from various city-states gathered in various places, excitedly discussing war, military merits, medals, family, future and hope.

Su Ye turned to look at the Persian camp.

The Persian generals, nobles, ace army, and high-ranking fighters have already left, and the remaining ordinary soldiers and temporarily conscripted light infantry are all looking here.

Each of them looked so dim, but they were shining brightly when they were connected.

Like a sea wave shone by the sun, sparkling.

Not long after, under the leadership of General Miteaade, the Greek generals ascended to the high platform.

The cheers were deafening.

"Greece!"

"Greece!"

"Greece……"

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