Chapter 527 8.45 Macedonian Fortress

Chapter 527 45 Macedonian Fortress

"My guess is correct!

This is another military fortress left over from the invasion of the Kingdom of Macedonia!"

The person who spoke at this time was the one with the lowest presence among the eight scholars.

He was almost always in the corner of the team, and often even deliberately avoided the sight of others.

Even the scholars were not familiar with this person.

"Historian scholar Hook Raul, let me introduce you."

Mergwen was quite impressed with this person. When the chief scholars finalized the list of the expedition team, the other members had their own research results on this continent.

Only this 'Hook Raul' from the Apennine Peninsula knew nothing about ancient Egyptian civilization.

Even so, the chief ancient civilization scholar "Hoffman Heinsili" still respected him very much, because this person supported an independent academic field with his own strength.

Byzantine scholars have long stubbornly believed that Rome is the greatest country in the history of the Western Continent.

Thousands of years ago, Rome, which lived on the Apennine Peninsula, was a scattered alliance of city-states. It destroyed Carthage, Persia, and Egypt. At its peak, its territory surrounded the entire Mediterranean Sea and turned it into the Roman Inland Sea.

Thousands of years later, although the kingdom's territory no longer had the glory of the past, the existence of the Chamber of Commerce allowed them to still rule all the countries in the Western Continent invisibly.

Whether in terms of national wealth, religious beliefs, or craftsmanship, the Byzantine Empire was far superior to all the kingdoms in the Western Continent.

They inherited the mantle of Rome and perfectly passed down the words "democracy and republic".

Hook Raul firmly believed that Rome was not the most powerful country in the history of the Western Continent.

Gaius Octavian, who was honored as "Augustus", was not the most outstanding emperor in the Western Continent.

Hundreds of years before the rise of Rome, an emperor once named "Alexander" achieved even more astonishing achievements.

The "Macedonian Kingdom" led by him occupied almost half of the known world at the peak of its national power.

The first person to destroy Egypt was none other than Alexander the Great.

Most of the scholars in the academy sneered at Huk Raul's research.

You know, the library of the academy now has a collection of 53,000 volumes. Among the 50,000 volumes of old and new books, there are only a few lines about "Alexander the Great".

Only two or three ancient handwritten books vaguely mentioned that the "Alexandria Port" adjacent to the Mediterranean Sea in the Kingdom of Egypt was inherited from the name of this king.

As for why he was named after him, there is no other answer.

Among all the scholars, only Huk Raul regarded this as ironclad evidence that "Alexander the Great" had existed.

The centipede is dead but not stiff. Around 500 BC, although ancient Egypt no longer had the glory of a thousand years ago, it was still a giant dominating the northern continent.

There is no other way to convince the arrogant pharaoh to name their land after himself except to conquer them head-on on the battlefield.

Other scholars were naturally sarcastic about his idea.

If such an emperor really existed in the long history of the Western Continent, and if he was really like Hu Keluoer said, it would be impossible for his kingdom to disappear in the long river of history in just a few decades, as it burned the flames of war all the way from the Western Continent to the vicinity of ancient India.

Rome must have records about the so-called "Principality of Macedonia".

Not to mention books and murals, bards would at least compile thousands of ballads to praise his achievements.

However, even the most experienced singer in the Byzantine Empire had never heard of the name "Alexander".

Rather than saying that this person really existed, it was more like he only existed in Hu Keluoer's wild dreams.

Hu Ke disdained all the white eyes and doubts around him.

This group of people who questioned him, they drank coffee and ate cookies, lived in a high tower and studied the ancient scrolls of their ancestors, while he himself spent three years walking all the way from the Persian Gulf to ancient India on foot.

Along the way, he found at least 4 abandoned fortresses with obvious Greek style.

These fortresses hastily built on the battlefield have stood for thousands of years, with a distinct Mediterranean architectural style, which is out of tune with all the surrounding buildings.

This is impossible in peacetime.

If a noble wants to build a city after obtaining a fief, selecting workers from the local area is the most direct and labor-saving way, and the construction workers on the East-West Continental Bridge will inevitably use local construction techniques.

A fortress with only Mediterranean characteristics can only appear in war.

Because when the war breaks out, the invaders cannot trust the locals to build marching fortresses!

Thousands of years later, when Huklauer stretched out his hands to touch these mottled walls again, these fortresses had become markets, formations, or places where Arab troops were stationed.

The traces of renovation were so serious that other scholars could not see the Mediterranean style he mentioned when looking at the hand-drawn drawings he brought back with great difficulty.

Huklauer did not mind this.

The truth is destined to be in the hands of a few people. A stable society that runs smoothly must have 90% of mortals who are both stupid and hardworking.

Only the real elites can hold the torch high and light the way for future generations.

This time he entered the Black Desert with two purposes:

1. Continue to look for proof that Alexander the Great existed.

The East-West Continental Bridge is an overly prosperous human society, and if this emperor had invaded ancient Egypt, there might have been temporary structures deep in the desert that were not seriously damaged.

2. Find out who erased all clues of his existence in the world.

Hook Raul did not expect that on the third day after entering the Black Desert, the place where Old Hash settled might solve his doubts.

He stretched out his hand to touch the city wall that had been eroded by the wind and sand into shape. He ignored the other bachelors and entered the ruins of the city alone.

"This is not a city

This is a hastily built military fortress! "

The only ironclad evidence of Alexander the Great's existence is the Mediterranean port of Alexandria. Hukraul firmly believed that this man must have invaded ancient Egypt, because in ancient times, only by winning the war could one obtain the right to name a city.

Entering the city through the wall, as expected, all the houses are now dilapidated after hundreds of years of sand erosion. Although the "stone + cement" construction technology commonly used by ancient Greek city-states has good efficiency, it cannot resist the long-term erosion of wind and sand.

Most of the houses have collapsed and only half of the walls remain. The only well-preserved part is a huge stone building similar to a Greek temple. As the building reached four stories in height, the Greek columns that were supposed to be erected at the door had already collapsed, and even the patterns on the columns had mostly been corroded by the wind and sand.

Hook Lauer took out a brush made of soft horse hair from his arms and carefully wiped away the heavy sand accumulated on the surface of the pillar. He wanted to find words on the pillar, but in the end he found nothing.

The constant blowing sand has smoothed the hard texture on the surface of the Doric pillars, not to mention the ancient Greek characters carved on the surface.

The outdoor stone pillars experience hot wind and fine sand every day. It is not surprising that they have become like this. Maybe there are other clues in this abandoned building.

Hu Kraul stood up and was about to step into the stone room when a big hand suddenly put his shoulder.

Looking back, he saw Loki with a solemn expression and his iconic blood axe.

"Little brother, close your eyes and smell carefully."

"Smell something?"

Hukraul shook his head in confusion. Loki pulled him behind him, pulled out his ax and said lightly -

——"This is the smell of moist blood!"