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

He pulled out the golden arrow, and black blood flowed out of the wound, and the blood flowed nonstop.

His wounds did not heal.

He will eventually die a painful death by a god at the moment when he is about to storm the city of Troy.

"Even if I die under the divine arrow of the sun god Apollo, I will not regret attacking the Trojans, this is my belief, I will avenge my friends, even if I die, I can't change."

Achilles' eyes widened, his pupils gradually spread, the wound on his heel was bleeding, and the black blood soaked the dark brown soil.

He waited quietly, waiting for death to come.

Until the blood runs out.

"Phobos, you sneaked up on a human and shot him with your divine arrow, just because Achilles was about to storm the city of the Troys. Hera's voice was cold, dissatisfied that he was on the evil Trojan side.

"Mother, I just obey, the arrangement of the goddess of fate. Apollo's voice was calm, and he was as indifferent as ever.

Even if he seems gentle.

But no one could really get close to him.

Achilles died on the battlefield.

The Greeks were in grief and mourned their heroes.

The waves crashed against the shore with a cry of anguish, and it was Achilles' mother Thetis, crying for her son.

The waves rolled, and the ships of the Greeks were wet by the waves like small sailing ships without any support in the ocean, but they were not overturned in the sea.

Candle Youlin stood in the Greek barracks, looking at Axter who was surrounded by soldiers in circles, he was conspicuous in the crowd, silver hair and silver eyes, tall and handsome, sensing his gaze, the two looked at each other through the layers of the crowd.

"Achilles died for the victory of the Greeks, and he loved the land.

"I will give his armor and weapons to the warriors who will take his corpse back from the Trojans, a gift from the gods to make you invincible on the battlefield." The

woman wearing a black veil on the high platform said loudly.

The words of Thetis, the goddess of dawn, made all the Greek soldiers boil, and immediately two warriors jumped out and asked for these rewards to be given to them.

Axte stepped down from the high platform and took the boy's hand, ignoring anyone's gaze, he just wanted everyone to know about their relationship.

The two warriors who stood up had already begun a duel, and Candle was embraced by Axter to prevent the crowded Greek soldiers from bumping into him.

It was clear that he could disperse these people with divine power, but he did not do so.

Let the teenager cling to himself.

Dependent on yourself.

Looking at those pair of amber clear eyes, only he was there.

Greek soldiers start a new round of competition, and the winner will be rewarded handsomely.

It was getting dark, and usually, Candle Youlin stayed in the tent, but this time he followed Axte, and he stumbled along, his vision blurred.

Obviously, the new strap did not solve the problem, and it was dark and he couldn't see things clearly.

But Axter noticed it, he stopped, took the boy into his arms, and caressed the boy's eyes through the strap in distress.

"Have you been here like this for so many years?

Axte's voice was tinged with self-reproach, he had been with the teenager for so long and had not noticed the problem, he was really selfish and annoying, an unqualified husband.