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

He was locked up for too long and had little contact with living people.

Cheerful and lively, Fuis took him to run through the wilderness, steal honey from the thick branches of trees, and dig up some mushrooms.

The little animals were very close to him.

Even the fierce and stinging bees carefully put away the spikes at the end of the tail, carefully rubbing the fingertips of the teenager, coveting that little bit of warmth.

The world he feels is full of kindness.

Except, Zeus, who will kill him to the extinction.

Axter said he would protect him.

He trusted the person in front of him wholeheartedly.

Fuisse's description was so vivid and interesting, he had never seen so many people, so many interesting things, curiosity forced him to want to see.

The straps covered the clean and clear eyes, revealing a small face with a large and delicate palm.

The boy put his arm around his waist.

The voice was soft, asking for his permission.

In that instant, Axte's heart softened, and he could no longer refuse any of the boy's requests.

The Greeks were defeated and dejected.

And how could there be interest in holding a duel match.

Axter only knew that the boy wanted to see it, and he was curious about the world.

He poured everything into it and was also satisfied.

Night.

"Lord Axet, do you know what you're talking about?"

"Now that morale is so low, the soldiers of the coalition army will not be in the mood to hold any competition. They only mourn the loss of their comrades, fear for the future, and even want to flee back to Greece. "

The Trojans were not far from us, waiting for dawn to attack our ships, burn them to the ground, storm our barracks, and plunder us here like robbers!"

Agamemnon was a little angry, he was now busy, but Axte made such an excessive request, completely disregarding the state of the Greek soldiers at the moment.

"Agamemnon, anger doesn't solve anything. "

You are the leader of the coalition forces in Greece, and I believe you can take this opportunity to regain morale."

Axte's voice was calm, he seemed to be forever calm and indifferent, and nothing could make him have the slightest emotional ups and downs.

"You're right, Lord Axte, but I didn't think it through. "

The soldiers of the Greek coalition are too depressed and really need a game to divert attention and restore confidence.

"The dead warriors deserve our mourning, we cannot dwell in the grief of the past, those who survive need to be inspired, eat meat and drink alcohol, so that they can have the strength to accumulate enough strength to resist the Trojans before dawn."

"It was me, caught in the wrong direction.

"Lord Axte, thank you for reminding me that I will hold this duel tournament well to boost their morale."

Agamemnon's whole person seemed to relax a lot, and defeat was like a mountain pressing on him, forcing him to keep moving forward.

He also wants to go to Achilles to reconcile, and the insidious and cunning Zeus, in order to prevent Achilles from participating in the war, designed to make him dizzy on the eve of the war and robbed Achilles' woman.

The two broke off completely.

"Good luck.

Axte said calmly: "Victory ultimately belongs to the Greeks, and Achilles will eventually return to the battlefield."

Agamemnon seemed to have regained his confidence and was energetic.

The encouragement of the gods always plays an unexpected role.

Axte only wanted to accompany Tylo until the final melee, and when Achilles returned to the battlefield, Zeus was unwilling to let the Greeks win and would allow the gods to participate in the war.