The little milk dragon is pampered and teased by the crazy boss

The string in Axter's mind suddenly broke.

His brain went blank, and he couldn't remember anything anymore.

All that remains is to follow the aspirations of the heart.

Swallow ****

into the stomach.

......

The Greek soldiers patrolling the barracks were a little drunk because they had drunk too much wine.

They believed that with Achilles, they would be able to defeat the megalomaniacal Troys.

The Greeks will triumph, and will surely beat the shameless Trojans to the urine and snatch back their plundered queens and treasures.

Late at night, Athena poured liquid and immortal food into Achilles' belly, even though she sided with the Greeks.

Zeus had always been dissatisfied with her, but because he sympathized with Achilles, he allowed her to do so.

On the second day, the Greek army was ready to go.

Achilles, dressed in golden armor and full of strength, turned over and mounted his war horse, with resentment against the Trojans, and today he must avenge his friend and kill Hector.

"O war horse, please carry home the heroes of this day safely, and the gods will bless the victory of the Greeks."

Suddenly, the warhorse under Achilles' crotch spat out: "I will return safely with you, and the moment you step on the battlefield, destruction will come." I can run as fast as a wind god, so that no one can catch up with you, and the goddess of fate arranges for you to die at the hands of a god..."

Suddenly, the horse under him quieted down again, chewing on the hay, as if the words just spit out were just an illusion, it was still just an ordinary horse.

Nemesis had already covered the mouth of the war horse, and let it not reveal a trace of prophecy, and smiled proudly at Axett's gaze.

Immediately, the body was in mid-air and gradually disappeared.

No one knows but the gods that the Nemesis has quietly arrived, even Hera, the queen of Zeus, who has given the war horse the ability to spit out words and wants to prevent the tragedy from happening.

The arrangement of the god of fate can not be rewritten by anyone.

Achilles finally confronted Hector, the culprit who killed his friend

, "Achilles, today, is your time of death, the great gods will let me win, even if you and I are far away, my spear can still penetrate your heart."

Hector's successive victories made him a little carried away, and he threw the spear in his hand hard, but in mid-air, it was blown back by a wind and landed at his feet, making a loud sound of metal clashing.

Athena withdrew her wings, and it was she who sent the spear back with the wind, so that no one could see the gods hidden in the battlefield.

Man and god melee.

Apollo raised his hand to lower the thick fog, enveloping everyone and blocking the view.

Achilles raised his spear in anger, and Hector, with the help of the gods, escaped again and again, which made him angry.

"You're finally here. Apollo looked calm, and his golden eyes fell on Axte, although they were the same person, but in different camps, battle was inevitable.

"Forbos, I won't show mercy to my men. Axter slowly raised the giant sword in his hand, the golden light flourished, and the huge wings were completely spread and flew into the sky.

The dust on the ground was swept up by the fierce wind, and the soldiers who were fighting only felt that they could not open their eyes and lost their way.