Chapter 325 Mnemosyne Defeats Heron

The fully armed knights are undoubtedly terrifying war machines.

But in the era of 3,600 years ago, the Dorians had no metal weapons except horses, and even the knights themselves had no metal weapons.

This is exactly why nomadic peoples cannot defeat agricultural peoples.

Every time nomadic peoples defeat agricultural peoples, it means that they have mastered more advanced military technology.

The Aryans, distant relatives of the Dorians, were able to conquer the east and the west 2,000 years BC because they absorbed advanced civilization from the Mesopotamian Basin and became nomadic people using bronze weapons.

Seeing that the Aeolian and Phthia tribes chose to fight their own army with foot battles, Roy was not worried about the enemy's numerical advantage.

Because Roy's soldiers not only used sharp iron spears, but also wore paper armor to protect their bodies, the enemy's numerical advantage could not make up for the gap in strength between the two sides.

When the two armies collided, the situation directly turned into Roy's soldiers unilaterally slaughtering the Dorians.

Even if the Dorians were strong and fearless, it would be difficult for them to defeat the iron spearmen with wooden sticks.

At this moment, the Dorian god Hiron [Prometheus], ​​accompanied by the call of the Dorian high priest Chiron, appeared on the battlefield with a height of one kilometer.

Seeing Hiron with long white hair and a long beard, holding a wooden stick in his right hand as a weapon, looking like a wise old man, Roy murmured in confusion.

"If the Dorians and Aryans trace their origins, they are all descendants of nomadic peoples living in the East European Plain 3,000 years ago. Why is the Dorian god not Zeus, the Aryan god?"

Then Roy shook his head and said.

"What a stupid question! After the Pelasgians migrated to Greece, only 1,400 years later, the ancient snake goddess they worshipped split into goddesses such as Mnemosyne, Metis, Amphitrite, Persephone, Hera, and Artemis. The ancestors of the Dorians and Aryans were originally different tribes in the East European Plain. If we trace the origins of the ancestors of the Dorians and Aryans, perhaps they had split tens of thousands of years ago. It is abnormal that they still worship the same god now."

Since the Dorian god Heron has descended on the battlefield, Roy also called out loudly.

"Great goddess Mnemosyne, please protect the warriors of the Kingdom of Athens."

The next moment!

Mnemosyne, wearing a black dress, descended with an iron spear and confronted the Dorian god Heron.

"You——"

Seeing Heron's appearance, Mnemosyne showed a surprised expression, and even revealed fear in her eyes.

Seeing Mnemosyne's reaction, Xiren asked jokingly.

"Have you ever seen me?"

Mnemosyne immediately shook her head and said.

"This is the first time we meet! But 1,400 years ago, when I was the ancient snake, the patron saint of the Pelasgians, I saw a god similar to you in the East."

"The East--"

Xiren looked at the East and said.

"Humans may not know the history of ancient times, but I know that the god you saw in the East should be my distant brother Indra [Zeus], ​​who is the patron saint worshipped by the Aryans."

"That's right!"

Mnemosyne nodded and said.

"It was because of the invasion of the Aryans by Indra [Zeus] that the Pelasgians and I migrated from the Asia Minor Peninsula to Greece. I didn't expect that 1,400 years later, my sisters and I would not only meet Zeus, who was evolved from Indra [Zeus], ​​but also meet Zeus's distant cousin brother."

"Poor goddess! Since my distant cousin Zeus was able to expel you from your hometown 1,400 years ago, I can now defeat you and make you submit to me."

Hearing Helen's declaration, Mnemosyne said coldly with an unhappy expression.

"Helen, you should wait until you wake up to talk in your sleep!"

After that, Mnemosyne swung the iron spear and chopped at Helen.

Helen immediately used a wooden stick to resist.

With a click!

Just as Roy's iron spearmen were able to cut off the wooden sticks of the Dorian soldiers with their spear blades, Mnemosyne's magic spear directly split Helen's wooden stick in half.

Helen widened her eyes in shock and said in disbelief.

"How is it possible - why is my weapon vulnerable?"

"Are you clear-headed?"

Mnemosyne sneered and teased.

"As patron gods, the strength of our divine power is determined by the city-state we protect. Now the Dorians are vulnerable to the Kingdom of Athens, how can you defeat me?"

After saying that, Mnemosyne swung the divine spear again and stabbed Heron.

Heron dodged Mnemosyne's attack in a panic, and then summoned a white divine horse.

The white divine horse rushed to Heron, and Heron immediately rode on the white horse and fled.

Looking at Heron's fleeing figure, Mnemosyne did not chase him.

While the Dorian god Heron [Prometheus] fled in a panic, seeing that the Dorian soldiers were only unilaterally slaughtered by Roy's iron spearmen, the leader of the Phthia tribe, Eurytion, blew a bull horn.

This is the horn of retreat.

Hearing the horn, the soldiers of the Phthia tribe retreated immediately, leaving the soldiers of the Aeolus tribe to fight against the army of Roy alone.

"Eurytion!"

Seeing this scene, Aeolus immediately questioned Eurytion angrily.

"You actually betrayed your brother?"

"Who is your brother?"

Eurytion said as he moved away from Aeolus.

"Since we can't defeat the enemy, why should I let my soldiers die in vain? Now the enemy is attacking your Aeolian tribe, not my Phthian tribe."

Seeing Eurytion and the returning Phthian tribe soldiers mounting their horses and preparing to escape, Aeolus wanted to rush over to stop them, but the high priest Chiron said in despair.

"Aeolus, let them leave! Our god Hieron has escaped from the battlefield. Since Hieron has lost to the enemy's god, we have no possibility of defeating the enemy."

"Our god Shiron has been defeated by the enemy's god—"

After learning the news, Aeolus finally despaired.

Seeing Aeolus turn into a dull wooden man, Chiron's son-in-law Aeacus asked Chiron.

"Father, what should we do now? As long as the soldiers of the Aeolus tribe are willing to abandon their parents, wives and children, we can escape with them."

"Where else can we escape?"

Chiron said with a wry smile.

"If we fled to the mountains, without the advantage of horses, we would not be able to defeat the mountain people. If we fled to the northern plains, other nomads would regard us as intruders. Even if they did not kill us, they would Relegated to slavery."

"Then let's-"

"surrender!"

Chiron said firmly.

"Our best choice now is to surrender and ask our enemies to give us a way to survive. Since the enemies have not destroyed the Phyres tribe, we also have hope of survival. Aeacus, blow the horn of surrender!"

Hearing Chiron's order, Aeacus blew the call for surrender with his trumpet, but Aeolus did not stop him.