I became the Great Old One

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

After hearing the footsteps in the distance, the Dragonborn immediately raised the weapon in his hand and pointed warily in the direction where Achilles was striding forward.

"I'm not the enemy."

Achilles' powerful voice echoed from the riverside.

The old man put down the weapon in his hand, and then Achilles realized that the eyes of the old man in front of him were white, and he seemed to be a blind man.

"You are wiping the weapons in your hands. Are you preparing to step onto the battlefield?" Achilles asked directly.

"Um."

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

"But your power is too weak."

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

"To tell you the truth, I did not actually 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 war. 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: "God has given us many ways to understand the world. Even without eyes, I can still use these hands to touch the faces of the soldiers, and use these ears to listen to the sounds on the battlefield. I can also use these A fiery heart to feel the will of the soldiers."

"Compared to the latter, what the eyes 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 aimless wandering.”

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. And now, I think I should go to the war to serve my gods and compatriots. Contribute my own strength, and I will do it immediately. Find the goal and do it regardless of the cost. There is nothing simpler in the world. ”

“I am humbled by your wisdom.”

Achilles fell into silence after listening to the old man's words, and after a long time he let out a sigh.

"In that case, can you tell me your name? It is an honor for me 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 and powerful breath, you should be the invincible Achilles, right?"

"That's right."

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 and stood up.

"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. 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 swept away.

At this moment, a ray of light suddenly broke through the clouds on the edge of the sky and reached the mountains.

Immediately afterwards, red light quickly spread out.

Finally, gold.

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

It's dawn.

Achilles joins the war.

…

Ares is on a hunt of his own.

He waved the pitch-black Changge in his hand, and every time he danced, a large amount of bloody limbs rained down.

The power of the gods is powerful, and those dragonborn are already as vicious as monsters 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 a 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.

But it was accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air.

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

This tragic war has lasted all night. Under the leadership of Ares, the Dragonborn began to collapse. Today's battlefield can no longer be described with the word war.

It was more like a one-sided massacre, or hunting.

"roar!"

The dragonborn army began to retreat.

The strong men in the academy chose to stay behind and delay the attack for the army.

Saga roared and rushed towards Ares with the battle ax in his hand. As tall as a black bear but with unexpected agility, he leaped high into the sky, the giant ax in his hand wrapped in stormy flames, and fell from the sky from top to bottom.

Bang!

Ares casually punched away.

Saga felt that the battle axe in his hand did not chop into his flesh and blood, but fell into an unshakable mountain.

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

At the same time, Ares swept the long spear in his hand, with a harsh sound, and a pile of broken limbs flew across the area within a hundred meters.

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

The warriors who were able to participate in this war and survived until now are the best in the academy.

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

On the contrary, Saga, who fell to the ground, still had a breath.

He spit out blood from his mouth, struggled, and wanted to get up from the ground, continue to participate in the battle, and stand in front of Ares.

"Interesting."

Ares glanced at Saga.

In the whole war, apart from Agamemnon, only Saga could go two more rounds in his hands.

But that was all. At this moment, Saga could hardly even stand up from the ground. The next move would 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 spear in his hand and stabbed at Saga. He was about to take the life of this warrior, but the crisp metal tremor echoed on the battlefield.

The huge recoil came from his wrist, Ares narrowed his eyes, and for the first time, a serious expression appeared on his face.

His attack just now was actually blocked by someone! ?