Douluo: The Adventures of King Skin

"Friends, Romans, countrymen, please hear me."

——Shakespeare's "Julius Caesar"

Newspapers are new to the world.

Humans are animals that feed on negative entropy.In the subjective field that is easiest for us to understand, the most common 'negative entropy' is information.

The five sounds are confusing to the ears, the five colors are confusing to the eyes, the five flavors are refreshing, and the five desires are annoying, but everyone enjoys it endlessly.

Everyone is hungry for information.

Newspapers are a cross-era information carrier.

So when Zenas first met with powerful people in Larissa and Philais, the uncooperative attitude shown by the other parties did not affect the progress of his work.On the contrary, not long after, they had to be forced by the situation and come to the door.

A total of 20 newspapers were delivered to twenty centers in Thessaly.It stretches from Eluzon at the foot of Mount Olympus in the north to Lamia in the Gulf of Maris in the south, to Magnesia on the Aegean Sea in the east, and to the Kartitsa Basin in front of the Pindus Mountains in the west. From the streets to the country markets in rural areas, you can see people gathering together to read and discuss the affairs in the newspapers.

What they paid most attention to was the "Letter to the People of Thessaly" signed by Pyrrhus on the front page.

Who is Pyrrhus?

Anyone who had the pleasure of reading the previous issue of the newspaper knows:

Pyrrhus was the wise young king of Epirus, with a noble bloodline; the direct grandson of Memnon of Pharsalus, he lived up to his legacy.He was gifted with supernatural powers, invented artificial paper, and could compete with the great philosopher Aristotle in the air. With little physical strength, he captured a murderer with one hand and won the triple Olympia title.

What a genius child!

Is what such a person says credible?

So believable!

Listen to what he said:

"...It is my duty to put before you certain facts about the current situation in Europe. From Corinth on the Aegean Sea to Leucas on the Adriatic Sea, an Iron Curtain has descended across the Greek Peninsula. In Behind this line lies the shrines of the ancient gods of Heron and Dorian. Delphi, Abhay, Dodona, Eleusis...

"Cassander, within the scope of his violence, cultivated puppets who obeyed him in various city-states. What he implemented in each city-state was not a democracy that took care of the interests of the citizens, nor was it an aristocratic republic, nor was it in line with the king's principles. Monarchy, but tyranny and oligarchy that are nakedly based on plunder and enslavement. They don’t care about the construction of city-states, they just ask for food, silver coins, everything that can be asked for, without any concern for the pressure of sex. The burden on the Salish people...

“…Farmers had to give up their responsibilities in the farmland to contribute labor for him, and soldiers had to violate their honor and carry out unjust killings for him…

“…We will never be satisfied as long as Thessaly remains subject to the unspeakable barbarity of Cassander. We will never be satisfied as long as the peasants and soldiers are wandering around without being able to return to their relatives…As long as Thessaly remains There is a city that cannot be free as long as...

"No! We are not satisfied now, and we will not be satisfied in the future, unless justice and justice are like the waves of the river and sea, surging and rolling in...

"Victory. Fight for victory at all costs. Fight for victory no matter how terrible it is; fight for victory no matter how long and difficult the road is. Because without victory there is no survival!"

(Go to the second page to read "Cassander the Man" and "X Comments on Cassander")

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"Look, how nice it is!"

An old scholar slapped the newspaper in his hand and preached to the villagers with a red face, "It is because of Cassander's slavery that our Thessaly has been at the bottom of the Greek world for a long time. Think of Philais in his heyday, think of Lamy." Asian war!”

"I guess you heard it, Cassander is really a genius! The bachelor stole Alexander's fur coat, and he also wants to take his wife by force!" An old farmer carrying a hoe agreed, his face full of the same hatred and hatred. expression.

"..."

Just as the old scholar was about to correct himself, a group of Macedonian garrisonmen holding spears drove away the crowd and came over.

The leading officer looked around and asked sternly:

"What nonsense do I hear you guys talking about?"

Then he saw the newspaper in the scholar's hand, snatched it away, and opened it to read.

Without even looking at it, a pair of eyebrows stood up, he crumpled the newspaper into a ball and threw it on the ground, pointed at the old scholar and shouted loudly:

"You are here to incite the people? Who allows you to read such lies!"

"This is not a lie, this is what Pyrrhus said." The old scholar's eyes widened. "Young men, don't be deceived by Cassander! He killed Alexander's family, and even your Alexander himself was poisoned by him. Damn it! The successors have long disliked him. Didn’t Dmitri call?..."

The officer's face became more and more ugly, and the soldiers behind him who were carrying the Sarisha spear looked at each other with wide eyes.

"You already have a lot of sensible people in Macedonia. Look at what Pyrrhus said." The old man pointed at the newspaper in the officer's hand, "'We only need to kick it, and the whole rotten building will...'"

"Don't listen to his nonsense!" The Macedonian officer pulled out his sword and slashed the old man's neck with his hand before he could continue talking nonsense.

The old man clutched his neck, with an expression of disbelief on his face, and fell to the ground. The blood sprayed far into the crowd.

The officer held up a bloody knife and shouted angrily at the crowd:

"This is what you get for speaking ill of King Cassander! Who else wants to try it?!"

Only then did the people who were covered in blood react from their shock, shouting "Old Jason has been killed by the Macedonians" and fled in all directions.

The officer shook off the blood, put away his sword, and kicked the old man's body again, "Hang him outside the tower, so that all the people of France and Salus can take a good look!"

Immediately the team left.

But he didn't see that at the end of the team, a soldier picked up the crumpled newspaper at his feet, unfolded it secretly and took a look. There was a line of thick and black words written on it.

--"Shock!Cassander did such a thing"

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The night is already deep.

On a high ground on the edge of the city of Pharsalus, there is the acropolis called Akro Pharsalus, which is now used as a military camp for the Macedonian garrison.

A group of soldiers returning from patrol walked up the ramp and walked to the city gate next to the tower.

After confirming that the password was correct, the door slowly opened and the soldiers entered one after another.

"Pheles?" The guard on the inside saw the soldier in front of him and asked, "Why is it you? Where is your team officer?"

When Philus heard this, he was trembling and speechless.Just as the guard's expression gradually became horrified, a cry broke out from the queue!

"Avenge old Jason!"

"Overthrow Cassander! Avenge Alexander!"

The roar awakened the whole city of Pharsalus.In the night, countless people in black cloaks emerged from all directions and rushed towards the Acropolis...

Hearing the clash of weapons and the curses of his former comrades from the tower next to him, Philus turned even paler.

"Am I doing the right thing?"

A big hand patted his shoulder, and Hippias said to him: "You did a good job!"