I became the old one

Chapter 182 The Poet Homer (for Subscription)

"Sulphone!"

Before the pitch-black and thick Changge even landed, the scorching wind had already blown towards his face.

The landslide and tsunami-like weight fell on Agamemnon's shoulders. At this time, Agamemnon had guessed that the one who appeared in front of him was a real god.

It is an opponent that is difficult for mortals to match.

But under the eyes of everyone, Agamemnon was unwilling to back down and fled in a hurry.

Agamemnon is an excellent king, for him glory is far more important than life.

"Roar!"

To face a true god, to face death.

Agamemnon responded with a fearless roar, his muscles were congested with blood, and the veins wrapped around his arms were like criss-crossing black chains.

The crimson totem is burning like a substantial flame.

The Jiayu long spear swept out with the power accumulated for a long time, and collided fiercely with the long dagger wielded by the god.

boom!
A loud noise like thunder exploded on the battlefield.

Agamemnon only felt a mountain rolling towards him, and severe pain exploded from his wrist.

It was just a collision, and his tiger's mouth had already split open, and crimson blood gushed out, and the pain of tearing flesh and blood almost made him unable to hold the weapon in his hand.

"too weak."

Ares said with some disappointment: "You are much, much worse than your father."

"False God!"

A volcanic eruption of anger exploded in Agamemnon's chest, and he roared angrily: "What qualifications do you have to judge me! I will prove to you that I am the strongest!"

In anger, Agamemnon could no longer care about the pain in his body.

He tried his best to squeeze more power from the blood, and the muscles all over his body rose and fell like water waves.

Agamemnon rushed up again.

The scarlet Kayu spear in his hand reached Ares' throat.

Unfortunately.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw the contemptuous smile on Ares's face. The tall god easily blocked the full blow of the king Agamemnon with just one hand.

The spear in his hand swept across, and the howling storm cut Agamemnon's throat first.

The scattered blood was as red as flames.

Severe stinging pain came from the wound, and Agamemnon covered the fatal wound with his hands.But the blood still sang cheerfully like a brook, gushing out from the cracks in the fingers.

Agamemnon still wants to fight on.

But the injuries on his body no longer allowed, strength mixed with blood flowed out of his body.

Severe dizziness appeared in Agamemnon's consciousness, scarlet was in front of him, and the chaotic battlefield seemed to be spinning constantly.Before consciousness fades, Agamemnon listens to the terrified scream of little Aeneas.

In Bloody's field of vision, he saw those royal guards whom he was proud of attacking Ares regardless of life and death.

Then their lives were recklessly harvested by the violent gods.

……

The night time is almost over.

The moon has set, but the sun has not yet risen. It is the darkest time of the day.

Achilles sat on a high ground by the river, staring at the camp in the distance.The camp where tens of thousands of dragonborn troops were stationed was burning with raging flames. Even at a distance of more than ten kilometers, Achilles could smell the bloody smell in the air.

Not far away, the Oedipus River flowed non-stop day and night, and the muddy river was stained with a layer of dark red. Occasionally, broken and swollen corpses could be seen being washed away by the river.

Most of the corpses belonged to dragonborn.

A tragic war is taking place, and if nothing else happens, the Dragonborn is at an absolute disadvantage.

Achilles sat on a big rock with a calm face, but he was suffering from two completely different emotions in his heart.

The fiery blood drove the giant's body eager to go to battle and kill the enemy, so as to win the fame enough to pass on to future generations.The hatred of the king Agamemnon and the unfair experience he encountered made Achilles' steps heavy.

The sound of heavy footsteps came from a distance, freeing Achilles from the torment.

The school warrior wearing a brass helmet strode towards Achilles, with a majestic body like a monster, and a worried face on his resolute face.

The name of the visitor was Sakya.

He is one of the leaders of the academy and the brother of Achilles.

When Ares stepped into the ice field and caused a tragedy, it was Sakya who first discovered the trace of Ares.

"Achilles, we need your strength!" Sakya strode anxiously towards Achilles, his armor was stained with fresh blood, as if he had just escaped from a tragic battlefield: "Ares, the murderer who once killed our teacher, appeared on the battlefield again. The king Agamemnon was severely injured by him. Now you are the only one who can stop that cruel god."

"Look, how stupid Agamemnon is! He will eventually pay the price for his arrogance and blindness, and all dragonborn will be implicated by him!"

After hearing what the companion said.

Achilles' chest was filled with the pleasure of revenge and the burning will to fight.

Achilles said: "But now is not the time for me to act. Only those dragon-born generals and Agamemnon in the camp came to me and begged me in person, and I will help! I want them to know, who will do it?" He is an indispensable figure in this army!"

Sakya said loudly: "I understand that you endure all kinds of injustice, but we can talk about those things later."

"Nowadays, our companions are killed by the enemy every minute and every second on the battlefield. How can you sit on this river beach far away from the battlefield?"

Even though Sakya is trying to persuade him.

But Achilles still refused to return to the battlefield.

His anger has been accumulated for too long. It has been 220 years since he witnessed his master Dones being driven out of the palace by Agamemnon. He is eager for revenge.

But I hope that Agamemnon can bow his head and apologize to him, so that everyone knows Donez is walking on the right path.

"Hey!"

When he saw Achilles, he stopped talking.

Sakya sighed heavily, left from the river bank, and continued to rush back towards the battlefield.

After Sakya left, Achilles returned to his tent, put on his battle armor, put the dragon-slaying sword across his waist, and walked aimlessly along the river bank.

He is preoccupied.

Sakya's words made Achilles' heart more tangled and painful.

At this moment, Achilles saw a dragonborn cleaning his armor and wiping his weapon by the rushing river.It looks like they are ready to fight the enemy.

The dragon descendant was already very old, with a thin body, and it seemed quite difficult just to put on the armor.

Achilles couldn't help being moved in his heart, strode forward, and came to the side of the dragonborn.

(End of this chapter)