I became the old one

Chapter 183 Dawn, Achilles Joins the War (Subscribe)

Although the Dragonborn who was cleaning the weapons by the river was old, his hearing was very sensitive.

Hearing the sound of footsteps in the distance, the Dragonborn immediately raised the weapon in his hand, pointing in the direction where Achilles was striding forward with some vigilance.

"I am not the enemy."

Achilles' majestic voice sounded by the river.

The old man put down the weapon in his hand, only then did Achilles realize that the old man in front of him had white pupils and seemed to be a blind man.

"Are you cleaning the weapon in your hand, are you going to step on the battlefield?" Achilles asked directly.

"Ah."

The old man nodded and said: "I can hear the screams coming from a distance, the army of dragon descendants has fallen into a disadvantage. If this war fails, maybe everything will fall into the irreversible abyss, and I will also A member of the Dragonborn must contribute his own strength to this army."

"But your strength is too weak."

Achilles said: "You can't even lift the blade in your hand, why did you come here all the way?"

"To tell you the truth, I actually did not participate in this war as a soldier." The old man said with a smile, "I am a poet, and the purpose of coming here is to record what happened in this world." come down."

"poet?"

Achilles stared at the old man's dull pupils, and said in surprise, "But you can't see anything, how can you record this war?"

"That's not important."

The old man replied: "The gods have given us many ways to understand the world. Even if I don't have eyes, I can still touch the faces of soldiers with these hands, I can use these ears to listen to the voices on the battlefield, and I can use these A fiery heart to feel the will of the warriors."

"Compared to the latter, what the eyes can see is too limited and insignificant."

"Since you are a poet, why do you choose to join the battlefield?" Achilles said, "If you die in this war, who will sing the poems you wrote?"

"Life is short, and nothing is more unbearable than wandering aimlessly."

The old man said: "Just like more than ten years ago, I thought I should come here to record this war, so I came here. Now, I think I should go to the war, for my gods and compatriots Contribute my strength, and I will do it immediately. Find the goal and do it desperately, there is nothing easier in the world.”

"Your wisdom puts me to shame."

Achilles fell silent after listening to the old man's words, and he sighed after a long time.

"In that case, can you tell me your name? It is my honor to talk to a wise man like you."

"My name is Homer."

The old man smiled and said, "Let me think about it, with such a powerful aura, you should be the invincible Achilles, right?"

"Yes."

Achilles nodded and agreed decisively.

"Compared to an old man like me, the soldiers need your help more." Homer polished the blade in his hand, stood up and said.

"I was treated unfairly by King Agamemnon, but now he has paid the price for his recklessness and stupidity. Such a price should not be implicated on those innocent dragonborn soldiers, and I will go."

Achilles said loudly: "As you said, wandering aimlessly is unbearable. I will complete my revenge and achieve my goal."

After a conversation with the old man.

Achilles felt suddenly enlightened, and the anger accumulated in his heart was also swept away.

Just at this time, a ray of light suddenly broke through the clouds and over the mountains from the edge of the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the red light quickly rendered.

And finally gold.

Under the layers of rising sun, there is a vast expanse of black soil and the turbulent Oedipus River.

Its daybreak.

Achilles joins the fray.

……

Ares is on a hunt of his own.

He waved the pitch-black spear in his hand, and every time he danced, a large amount of blood rained down from stumps.

The power of the gods is powerful, and those dragon descendants are already vicious like demons in the eyes of human soldiers.Under normal circumstances, a well-trained Awakened Dragonborn can even repel a ten-man squad from the Trojan city-state on the frontal battlefield.

But in front of Ares, those powerful dragon warriors were not much stronger than wooden stakes.

Ares waved the weapon in his hand lightly.

It can be accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air.

Every time Chang Ge swung, there were at least a dozen dragonborn soldiers who died tragically.

This tragic war has lasted for a whole night. Under the leadership of Ares, the dragon descendants began to rout.Today's battlefield can no longer be described by the word war.

More like a one-sided slaughter, or a hunt.

"Roar!"

The dragonborn army began to retreat.

The powerhouses in the academy actively chose to stay behind to delay the army.

Sakya roared, waving the battle ax in his hand and rushing towards Ares.With a body as tall as a black bear but with unexpected agility, he jumped high, and the huge ax in his hand was wrapped in a storm-like flame, and fell from the sky from top to bottom.

boom!
Ares punched away casually.

Sakya felt that the battle ax in his hand didn't seem to be chopping on a flesh and blood body, but instead fell into an unshakable mountain.

Sakya's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

At the same time, the long dagger in Ares' hand swept across, with a piercing beep, and a piece of stump flew across within a radius of [-] meters.

More than a dozen ascetics from the academy fell under the blade of the gods.

The fighters who were able to participate in this war and survive until now, even if they were placed in the academy, were the best among them.

But in front of the gods, they are no different from those ordinary dragon warriors.

On the contrary, Sakya, who fell to the ground, still breathed a sigh of relief.

He was spitting blood from his mouth, struggling, and wanted to get up from the ground, continue to participate in the battle, and stand in front of Ares.

"interesting."

Ares glanced at Sagado.

Throughout the war, except for Agamemnon, Sakya was able to go two more rounds in his hands.

But that's all, Sakya at this time can hardly even stand up from the ground.The next move will surely take his life easily.

"In front of the gods, the anger and hatred of the weak even seem a little cute."

Ares looked at Saga with scarlet eyes and said with a smile.

He raised the long dagger in his hand and stabbed towards Sakya.The soldier's life was about to be taken away, but the crisp metal trill echoed on the battlefield.

A huge shock force was transmitted along the wrist, and Ares narrowed his eyes, showing a solemn expression on his face for the first time.

His attack just now was actually blocked by someone! ?
(End of this chapter)