Chapter 28: Entering the City
Three consecutive defeats.
The Spartans were silent.
If they had only lost once, the Spartans might have been angry, considering losing to women a great shame.
However, three consecutive defeats could no longer be explained by mistakes, it could only mean that there was a huge gap in strength between the two sides.
The Spartans respected the strong, and they looked at Asker with awe.
What kind of monsters are in your mercenary group (gender doesn’t matter anymore)!
Being able to lead these monsters, how terrifying is this team leader’s skill?!
“Is that enough?” Asker asked with a smile. “If you want to try again, we only have mages, gunmen, thieves, and doctors left, all non-melee professions.”
Spartans: …
They did want to test the strength of the others, but not to assess them or save face, but to see how powerful the other monsters were.
However, since Asker had said so, the Spartan warriors couldn’t just point at a doctor and say “I want to duel you.” That would be too embarrassing.
So the Azure Longsword group smoothly joined the Spartan mercenary company and boarded the bus to Olympia as foreign aid.
“Actually, we are here to aid Olympia.” On the bus, Rudashius explained to Asker and the others. “Constantinople has fallen, and the Franks have established the Latin Empire there, crowning Baldwin, Count of Flanders, as Emperor.”
“But after the siege, on the one hand, the industry in the Golden Horn has been completely destroyed, and on the other hand, the Seljuks are also wreaking havoc in Asia Minor, so this Latin empire has no financial support at all.”
“So they have occupied Thrace, next is Macedonia, and their ultimate goal must be to plunder the wealthy Siris.”
“In the foreseeable future, the city of Thessaloniki should not be able to hold out. But we can help defend Olympia, like a nail driven into the Franks’ marching route.”
“If they want to go south to conquer Siris, we will attack their rear and cut off their logistical supplies. If they want to attack by force, we will repel them on Mount Olympus.”
“Just like our ancestors led 300 warriors and repelled the Iranian army at Thermopylae!”
“Roar!” The Spartans on the bus roared in unison.
Asker pondered.
This plot didn’t exist in his previous life. It seemed that because there were no players in this world, the butterfly effect had already changed many plot points.
In the game of his previous life, after the players repelled the Franks, the Seljuks occupied Constantinople.
Then, in the first version, they began to attack Siris.
First, they attacked Crete. This island originally belonged to the Eastern Solomon Empire and was sold to Venice after the fall of the capital. This was the so-called “Battle of Crete” dungeon.
In the end, the Seljuks won, capturing the island from the Venetians, and then using it as a springboard to attack Siris from the northeast and southeast.
The Spartans defended the Peloponnese Peninsula, which was the landing point of the Seljuk forces in the southeast. Olympia defended against the Seljuk army from the northeast.
These two forces jointly defended Siris, but they never intersected on the same battlefield.
And in this world, because the Franks had captured Constantinople first and established the Latin Empire, Venice had also destroyed Constantinople and obtained Crete as a trading hub, so they had no interest in Siris.
Therefore, the Spartans had the extra capacity to go north and support Olympia.
Of course, the enemy of Olympia this time was also different from his previous life.
The Seljuk enemies in his previous life were mainly composed of Transcendental troops, that is, Transcendents with levels, controlling a massive army of ordinary people without levels, and a large number of devils and supernatural creatures to attack.
As Arcane Mages with AOE damage, they weren’t afraid of these massive enemies.
And this time, the Latin Empire’s army was composed of a large number of knights, knight squires, and conscripts. The characteristic of these Frankish poor people was that they all had supernatural power, and their attributes were biased towards physical strength, with high defense, high HP, and high endurance.
So relying solely on damage output suppression wasn’t realistic.
Arcane Mages, who specialized in mental strength, were very vulnerable when approached by enemies. Even Alexander’s corpse controlled by a demigod, with its level 5 Meteor Shower suppressing the entire field, couldn’t escape being taken down by Asker after he got close.
Therefore, the Spartans’ support was a timely help for Olympia.
It was also understandable that even with the free passage blocked, these Spartans could still take special vehicles to Olympia.
The city of Olympia was built on the towering Mount Olympus. There was a giant Eden Tree on the mountain, more than a thousand meters tall, its name Olympus…
Since these Siris names were all related, let’s just call them Mount Olympus, the Olympus Tree, and the city of Olympia for now.
The city of Olympia was built inside the trunk of the Olympus Tree, a veritable “city within a tree.”
The original purpose of the Siris people building a city here was to obtain the flowers and fruits of the Olympus Tree, namely the “Flower of the Eden Tree” and the “Fruit of the Eden Tree,” which were potion materials for many sequences such as Life and Steal.
In fact, the Olympus Tree itself was a giant supernatural creature. Due to its huge size and weight, its lower trunk had long been unable to bear the burden, and the ducts around the bark were almost all crushed and deformed.
The Siris people who built the city here hollowed out a huge cavity around the bottom of the trunk and built a city inside. At the same time, they helped support the cavity with high-strength materials, and incidentally protected the ducts, ensuring that water from the roots could be continuously transported to the branches and leaves above.
Therefore, the Olympus Tree could grow so large. It and the Siris people living inside it formed a strange and harmonious symbiotic relationship.
The bus drove up the mountain road, and the road gradually extended onto the tree roots. These tree roots were so huge that everyone initially mistook them for rocks.
Then the bus entered a tunnel, and only the faint lights on the tunnel ceiling remained.
Suddenly, the bus stopped.
“We’re here.” Rudashius said, leading the way out of the car.
The Azure Longsword members also followed the Spartans out of the car and saw a military fortress at the end of the tunnel, guarded by heavily armed soldiers.
A noble-looking officer was waiting there and shook hands firmly with Rudashius.
“Quintus Appius.” The noble officer introduced himself. “Welcome to Olympia, Spartans.”
“For the Empire.” Rudashius saluted.
Quintus looked behind him, his gaze falling on the members of Azure Longsword.
There was no way around it, the Spartans’ attire was too distinctive: forged plate armor, heavy infantry helmets, steel greaves, and red cloaks behind them (used to wrap corpses after death).
In comparison, the members of Azure Longsword had full body armor, half body armor, chainmail, plate armor, cloth armor, leather armor, all kinds of equipment, looking like a motley mercenary troop from nowhere.
“Foreign aid.” Rudashius simply said these two words, without further explanation.
“Very well, Olympia needs more fighting power.” Quintus didn’t ask further questions, partly because he was already familiar with the Spartans’ laconic speech style, and partly because he trusted the Spartans’ judgment.
Not everyone was worthy of the Spartans’ recognition. These guys were powerful in battle and arrogant, countless times in history refusing to fight alongside the Siris people, on the grounds that “the Siris people are too weak.”
It was not until they were conquered by the militarily stronger Solomons that these Spartans began to pledge allegiance to the Empire and were willing to be incorporated into the army along with other ethnic groups.
“We are the last group of Spartan mercenaries.” Rudashius said directly. “Has the city’s security level increased again?”
“There was another assassination a few days ago.” Quintus said, “Councilor Aristo of the Mages Union was assassinated. The assassins were two Iranian black-clad assassins. Four or five of my men died before the two assassins were cut down in a pool of blood.”
“Mages are too weak.” Rudashius said.
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