Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1754 1726. Misfortune
But Thestycles seemed to be very sentimental under the influence of alcohol.

He also felt that he was not enthusiastic enough towards Cassandra, this good friend.

He opened his arms and was about to hug the other person: "Come on! Let's hug!"

But Cassandra didn't want to hug this drunk and hairy man, even though he was not a bad person.

Immediately, the falconer nimbly ducked to the side.

This was originally just a simple evasive action.

But on the one hand, Thesticlides himself had just drunk some wine on the boat and was currently enjoying a "slightly dizzy" state. As an athlete in the martial art of Pankrasin, even his steps were unsteady.

On the other hand, everyone except him was standing on the sea side of the port. After Cassandra dodged, she didn't even give Thesticles any space to stagger a few steps and regain his balance, and he was directly hit by the sea water!

"Whoa whoa!"

The strong man cried out in the instinctive fear of weightlessness.

There were petals of various flowers scattered on the head, as well as plums and apples to welcome guests from afar.

Thesticlides was in a panic and stepped on a plum, squeezing out the juice and falling headfirst into the Aegean Sea.

"Pfft!"

A large group of people quickly turned around and looked down in surprise.

The sea water was clear and transparent, and the coast was covered with fine white sand and white stones. Thestycles' struggle splashed water and rolled up the white sand.

"He..." Cassandra herself didn't expect that her subconscious move just now would cause him to fall into the sea. She said uncertainly, "He should be able to swim...right?"

"Goooooooooo!"

Swimming is a special skill, which is greatly influenced by mentality, spirit and state.

Like Thesticlis, if someone suddenly falls into the water in a panic, only a very few people can swim up even if they can.

Hearing the gurgling sound from under the water, everyone present was silent for a moment, still not able to recover from the shock.

After all, this is a Pankrasin athlete who can compete at the Olympic level!

The Spartan in Herodotus' poem, whose "spirit and strength are higher than the sky"! Who can believe that he just fell into the water after being shaken?

But the bad news doesn’t stop at the underwater gurgling.

Among the group of people, Lan En, who was also a little dazed, was the first to react. This process probably took less than half a second.

The witcher immediately lowered his head and looked at the wooden planks of the port under his feet.

The port is a wooden frame built on the coast, extending into slightly deeper waters, making it convenient for large ships to dock without the risk of running aground.

This wooden shelf is hollow!

And in Lan's [Lyman's Ear], after eliminating the normal noise of the waves' surge... he heard a smooth paddling sound.

"What the f**k?!"

Lan En had already started to move, but even so, there was still an expression of weirdness and surprise on his face.

——People can’t be so unlucky, right?
"Step aside!"

Lan En squeezed through a row of people and came close to the place where he fell into the water.

He squatted on the wooden board, and with his strong and long hands he reached into the water to scoop out the fish.

With one hand he pulled the belt of Thesticles' Greek tunic, and with a loud splash he pulled the strong man out of the water, even though he had no power at all.

His belt was a wide, large silver belt with a lion's head carved on the front. It must have been the championship prize in a Pankrasin competition.

The water brought up by the human body splashed on the wooden boards of the harbor, but Thesticles, who had already come out of the water, continued to scream.

Because blood was flowing from his thick thighs, the blood mixed with sea water dripped from his skin and body hair back into the Aegean Sea, dyeing the clear water red.

And beneath the splash, a shark was swimming in the bloody water, shaking its dorsal fin that was sticking out of the water.

Cassandra's eyes widened, and she couldn't believe that this was such a coincidence.

But she was a Spartan after all. Even though she couldn't believe it, she immediately drew her bow and arrow and cursed loudly.

"Malaka!"

"Zheng!"

The Vicvaro steel bow made a humming sound, and the powerful arrow pierced directly through the shark's head in the sea, nailing it to the seabed!
Lann smoothly placed Thestykles on the wooden board in the harbor, and Herodotus handed over a clean linen cloth, and the wound caused by the shark bite was quickly bandaged.

The wound is not serious and the athlete is not in any danger of life. In fact, the wound can heal within a month.

"My champion's crown! Malaka!"

Cassandra's mouth twitched at the absurdity of the scene and she cursed under her breath.

It can't be said that there was nothing serious wrong with Thesticlides, but he was bitten on the thigh by a shark. Isn't it a gift to participate in the Olympics?
"I can't believe it... he was eliminated before he even got on the court!" This is Thesticles' fan, Barnabas.

"I've never seen anything like this before! I must write it down!" This is Herodotus.

Both of them were still standing on the beach, craning their heads to look down at the shark nailed to the seabed.

The remaining few are more practical.

"It seems," Alcibiades bumped Cassandra's shoulder teasingly, "you are now a Spartan warrior?" "You want me to follow in the footsteps of doom?" The falconer felt a headache, "The wound of Thestycles has not stopped bleeding yet! I just nailed the doom shark to the seabed! I don't know if this is considered blasphemy!"

"Gods! And when did the Olympics allow women to participate?"

Cassandra turned her attention to Lan, who was squatting and treating the wounded.

But the witcher did not even look up: "I am not even a Spartan, Kassandra. Even if I win the crown, it does not belong to Sparta."

The falconer had an even bigger headache.

"Besides, why can't women participate in the Olympic Games?" Triss interrupted. "Cassandra, I have no doubt that you are better than 99% of the men in this world!"

"Why do you listen to what others tell you to do and what they don't let you do?"

Female sorcerers are the most anti-discrimination and anti-disciplinary group in the magical Middle Ages. The radical ones among them even go so far as to discriminate against men.

It was fine when Triss didn't know what the rules of the Olympic Games were before, but now she has actually been unhappy for a long time.

Coupled with the injury of Thesticles, it is clear that Cassandra is the only one suitable to play and compete for the championship.

"Show them how good you are, Xiaoka!"

Alcibiades was interested in watching the fun and was not afraid of any trouble, so he jumped up and down.

"Don't worry about whether they recognize you or not, Cassandra." At this time, Lan En seemed to be a little interested and looked up and said, "The Pankrasin with Spartan athletes is an important event in the Olympics. Isn't everyone here for this?"

"Pankrasin doesn't have Spartan warriors, and the audience won't agree. And if someone really wants to block your program, we still have... Ms. Triss who is very persuasive."

As he spoke, the witcher tilted his head towards the sorceress.

A confident smile appeared on Triss's face.

"The first female athlete in Olympic history," Triss said as if announcing a decision, "It's decided to be you, Cassandra!"
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Elis is just the name of the region. The actual place where the Olympic Games were to be held was in Olympia, the heart of Elis.

The region was an anomaly in fourth-century B.C. Greece because it could not support many people and its terrain was characterized by vast expanses of swamps and mountains.

But its main development direction is to train athletes and hold competitions.

Every year, countless tourists, athletes and coaches come here to visit the Olympic Games venue or to train to adapt to the venue.

The quadrennial sports event is crucial to revitalizing the region's economy.

Lan En and his companions walked along the hillsides and paths, crossed clear streams and flowers and trees, and finally arrived at the complex of buildings on the mountain that they had seen from the sea.

"Holy Temple of Olympia!"

Barnabas' one-eyed face was almost moved to tears.

People wearing colorful Greek robes and short robes walked on the marble-paved streets in sandals.

The air was filled with the aroma of flower petals, sacrificial incense, and the smell of roasted animals used as sacrifices.

Greek architecture is as distinctive as ever, with orange-red tiles and white marble columns making up several world-famous buildings.

Temple of Hera, Temple of Zeus, Hippodrome...

It is now the Olympic Games period, and this complex, which was built specifically for this purpose, is therefore at the peak of its popularity and bustle.

Lan and his team will first send the injured Thestycles to Leonidaon.

This place is actually equivalent to the later Olympic Village. It is a large building built specifically to provide food, accommodation and rest for athletes from afar.

It was named after the engineer who designed and built it, who had the same name as Cassandra's grandfather, Leonidas.

The flower petals were trampled and flew everywhere along the way, and many people looked at them.

Apart from the fact that some of the people in this group were too beautiful, the main thing was that the game hadn't even started yet and someone was already injured, which was really unusual.

Several athletes came out from Leonidas, as well as referees, coaches and other people who came out to watch the fun.

"Thestycles? What's the matter with him?"

Many people also recognized the Spartan athletes.

"Don't worry about what's going on for now," a sturdy man who looked very prestigious and was half a head taller than Stickles stood up.

"Let's go to the Temple of Hera and ask the priests to treat him first! Thank you for sending him here. During the Olympics, Leonidaon will take care of the athletes' health... Although he hasn't actually registered yet, Zeus."

The first half of this sentence was about arranging to find someone, and the second half was spoken to Lan En and the others.

He seems very organized and looks like someone who is in charge of things.

Lan En noticed that this man also had a wide lion-head belt around his waist, but it seemed to be made of gold.

And when he spoke... was he looking at Cassandra and himself more than the wounded who really needed care?
But the situation was too chaotic and since he had just arrived, Lan En remained calm.

"That's great." The witcher's voice was filled with genuine relief. "Thesticlis is just unlucky... Well, you can ask him about this yourself. May I ask your name?"

It is completely normal to hand over the injured person and ask for his name so that you know who to look for when you return.

"Kalias. I'm the referee of the sports meet and a former champion. It's easy to find me."

The burly man in front of him did not feel anything was wrong and told Lan En his name.

(End of this chapter)