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An awkward silence fell between the two of them.

"Hector, what are you daydreaming about?! Ignore him, the Greeks are recovering quickly, let's get out of here!"

Xu Ming called out again.

Hector instinctively looked around.

With the aid of the Greek heroes, the Greek coalition has gradually recovered from the chaos of the surprise attack, and some soldiers have even begun to form small battle formations to launch counterattacks against the Trojans.

Xu Ming was right. Once the Greeks fully recovered, the Trojan raiding force would be at risk of being surrounded and annihilated.

Although Hector had given the order to retreat, if he, as the commander, did not retreat, how could the other soldiers leave?

Hector, without further hesitation, shrugged at the imposter Achilles.

"It seems our battle will have to wait until next time."

Goodbye, nameless warrior.

Hector then jumped onto the chariot, pulled hard on the reins, and the horse, in pain, immediately galloped off with him.

"Hector! Are you trying to run away!?"

Patroclus finally couldn't help but shout.

Hector didn't even turn his head; he simply raised his hand and waved it casually.

Seeing that Hector had left safely, Xu Ming, under the protection of the shikigami, quickly retreated into the city.

For some reason, Patroclus suddenly had an impulsive thought:

He can gain unparalleled glory by killing Hector here!

kill him!

"Damn it! Don't even think about running away!"

He jumped onto a nearby chariot, forced the soldiers off, and then drove the chariot to catch up.

The two drove their chariots, one chasing and the other fleeing, racing across the battlefield.

Patroclus, as if divinely inspired, gradually caught up with Hector's chariot.

Hector! Stop right there!

Patroclus thrust his spear forward.

"I'm not a woman, why are you bothering me!"

Hector, however, was unwilling to continue the fight and casually swung his cross-shaped spear to deflect the attack.

"Where is your honor as a warrior?!"

Patroclus relentlessly launched another attack.

"You're so annoying!"

Hector deflected his attack and suddenly thrust his spear at Patroclus's warhorse.

The warhorse let out a mournful whinny and collapsed to the ground. Patroclus's chariot immediately lost control, swerved sharply, and tilted to one side.

The car is about to overturn.

Patroclus, with unknown strength, suddenly leaped toward Hector's chariot.

This move greatly surprised Hector.

In a flash, Patroclus had already landed on his chariot.

Hector immediately released the reins and engaged Patroclus in fierce close combat.

However, Patroclus's good luck seemed to have run out.

The chariot suddenly ran over a rock, causing it to lurch violently. Patroclus lost his balance and fell towards Hector.

Hector was startled and instinctively thrust his cross forward.

puff!

The sound of flesh being torn apart rang out, and by sheer coincidence, the spear tip pierced through the gap at the neck of the armor, piercing Patroclus's throat.

Patroclus instinctively covered his throat with his hand, but blood gushed out like a red fountain from between his fingers.

He staggered backward, his eyes filled with disbelief, staring intently at Hector, before falling off the chariot.

Hector looked equally incredulous. He instinctively reached out, but grabbed nothing.

Hector's gaze quickly hardened again. He turned and whipped the reins hard, and the chariot soon left Patroclus behind.

Xu Ming, who had been watching Hector closely and witnessed the entire event, was dumbfounded.

It's all such a coincidence, it's as if it was designed by the gods!

He tried his best to avoid a duel between Achilles and Hector, but ultimately failed.

Soon after, the Trojans, led by Hector, retreated into the city.

However, a new storm seems to be brewing...

Inside the dimly lit tent.

Patroclus's body had been cleaned and he had been dressed in a snow-white robe after his armor was removed.

He lay quietly among the olive leaves, as if asleep.

"Who did this?"

A cold sound echoed in the tent.

Agamemnon instinctively looked toward the corner of the tent.

Achilles sat in the corner, shadows falling on his face, revealing only his eyes, which stared directly at him.

The moment his eyes met those eyes, Agamemnon felt an immense threat of death, as if Thanatos had already placed his scythe against his throat. He instinctively gripped the hilt of his sword.

"If you think your toy is useful, you can give it a try."

Achilles spoke again, his voice so cold it seemed to freeze the air.

Agamemnon suddenly smiled faintly, loosened his grip on the sword hilt, and then a look of utter remorse appeared on his face.

“I’m so sorry, Achilles… He was wearing your armor at the time, I thought…”

"Who did it?"

Agamemnon gasped for breath and let out a long sigh.

"Hector, the commander of the Trojans."

Achilles said nothing, simply put on his armor, picked up his weapons, and walked out of the tent.

"His Majesty……"

The guards beside him moved closer to Agamemnon.

Agamemnon watched Achilles' departing figure, and he seemed to see a lone wolf that had been provoked.

The rage simmering within him at that moment was enough to burn down the entirety of Troy!

Agamemnon's lips curled slightly, revealing a confident smile.

“Send a team to follow him and cheer him on.”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The guard accepted the order and left.

Not long after, a chariot sped out of the allied camp at incredible speed and headed toward Troy.

Then a large group of soldiers followed and jogged out of the camp.

Achilles drove his chariot to the front of Troy, and the soldiers on the city walls immediately became alert upon seeing him.

Achilles took a deep breath and suddenly shouted in the direction of Troy.

"Hector! I challenge you to a duel! Come out and face your death!"

die! !

die! ! !

……

The enormous sound echoed over the city, causing the soldiers on the city walls to change their expressions drastically.

Someone immediately reported the news to Hector.

Chapter 758 The Victory of Talk

After Patroclus, who was impersonating Hector while wearing Achilles' armor, was accidentally killed by Hector, Xu Ming continued to send shikigami to follow Hector.

He knew very well that, given Achilles' impulsive nature, he would immediately come knocking on Hector's door and challenge him.

The next stage will be a major turning point in the Trojan War. Whether Troy can reverse its crushing defeat and the tragic end of the city's massacre depends entirely on this gamble!

Hector had just taken off his armor and returned to the palace to rest when he was summoned back, and Xu Ming, having received the news, rushed over quickly.

As soon as they climbed the city wall, they heard Achilles's curses from below.

Hector! You killed my friend Patroclus!

I will avenge him! I will make you pay with your blood!

"Hector! You coward! Why won't you face me?!"

Hector turned to his guards with a serious expression and gave them instructions.

"Take my armor and weapons, and immediately gather a team to prepare to leave the city and fight."

At that moment, he saw Xu Ming rushing over and nodded to him.

"Hector, you don't really want to accept the challenge, do you!?"

Xu Ming looked at him with some surprise.

Hector frowned and remained silent.

“That guy is just an insignificant member of the allied forces; it doesn’t matter whether he's there or not. But you are the commander of the Trojans; there’s no need to take this risk…”