The fox raised his head and looked at the tall man in front of him, not having the slightest courage to reach for the hilt of the long sword that was within reach.

The general's face was expressionless, and this time, he brought two swords, one that had been held in his hand just now, and the other in his waist.

He slowly drew the long sword at his waist, and then threw it to the side.

Looking at the long sword that was getting closer and closer, Agreus instinctively caught it, and then saw the general pushed back to the side, he seemed to understand the general's plan.

"I ......"

Agreus wanted to speak, but choked under the pressure of the general's gaze.

He swallowed hard, grabbed his sword in both hands, and walked towards the fox.

He's better at scimitars, but he's been practicing long swords lately.

At least, against foxes, it is enough.

The fox looked at the general, but unfortunately the expressionless general made him unable to see anything.

He looked at Agreus again, and looked at Agreus in the eye, and the fox bowed his head violently, crying, "Agrethius, please, don't ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the fox snatched the long sword from the ground, kicked the ground with his right foot, and when he looked up, a sword stabbed at Agreus's chest.

This sword came abruptly, and if he was unguarded, he would inevitably pierce the chest with a sword.

But alas, Achilles was afraid of death, and when he approached, he was already fully guarded, especially at the moment before the fox made a move, he was even more alarmed in his heart, and put all his attention on the fox, so the fox did not hide it from him.

The advantages of this sword are only abrupt, speed, strength, and lack of posture because of the non-standard posture, so after having defense, this sword is very easy to deal with.

The two swords staggered, and the sword in the fox's hand immediately became unstable and skewed to the side, and Agreus stabbed out.

Blood bloomed in his throat, and the blade of the sword pierced through the fox's neck and peeked through the back of his neck.

The fox made a sound from his mouth, his eyes were full of horror, and his face was begging for mercy.

Agreus snorted coldly and drew his sword.

Poof!

The fox threw himself to the ground, and a cloud of dust flew up.

……

Back in the room, Achilles sat down on the edge of the wall clutching a blanket sewn from wolf skin, laughing nervously.

After he had killed the fox, the bald man who had given him a great sense of oppression simply took away the sword and ignored him, and then a skeleton brought the blanket as if as a reward for saving him from sleeping on the hard ground.

That night, Aglius slept comfortably, and the wolfskin blanket was a treat compared to the ground.

……

In the evening, under the red glow, on the platform at the top of the castle, the two figures were stretched long, and they were constantly intertwined and merged.

"Ding!"

The twin swords lingered, and Agreus struggled to hold the sword in his hand so that it would not come out.

He felt his sword sink into a swamp, like a wild horse on the loose, no longer under his control.

Aglius was sweating profusely, and he knew that this was the result of his own sword being controlled by the opponent's sword.

He originally thought that although his swordsmanship was not superb, it was good, but when he compared it with the general, he found that his swordsmanship was so crude and so vulnerable.

Blunt, rigid, and some subtle mistakes are infinitely magnified at this moment, and each flaw is vividly targeted by the general.

The Iron Skull's combat skills are very superb, and their bias in using weapons is closely related to their life, and because the general was a master of swordsmanship during his lifetime, at this moment, he is naturally the best at swordsmanship.

Therefore, what is to be handed over to Agreus is naturally also swordsmanship.

After that night, he gave Agthius permission to climb the platform at the top of the castle.

However, it seems that Agreus is a little unhappy.

Lofty!

The sword came out of his hand and landed on the ground with a bounce like a salted fish.

Achilles let out a scream and covered his wrists.

The moment the long sword came out of his hand, the sword in the general's hand kissed his wrist, and if it weren't for the mercy of the general's men, his palm would have disappeared.

It's been five days, and every evening Achilles is called to this place to practice swordsmanship.

The general's teaching methods were simple and crude, one by one carved deep wounds into him, making him remember these places of his own that needed to be protected.

Wrists, throat, chest, calves, thighs, forehead, back, these places, Agreus didn't know how many swords he had received, every time it was blood, every time it was deep to the bone, and it couldn't be deeper.

It's also thanks to the potion refined by Angela, otherwise even an iron-clad man wouldn't be able to stand such frequent injuries.

But even so, Achilles couldn't stand it anymore.

Although there is no hidden danger, it hurts!

Moreover, it is too dangerous.

Whenever the general didn't get it right, Agreus faced the fate of cripple or death, which forced Agreus to cheer up in every training.

Moreover, these skills are the ability to save lives, and for this reason, Achilles must also be serious every time he trains.

Agreus was not happy, but he knew that it was a good sign, because it was clear that the other party was cultivating him.

Aglius's food was noticeably better, with meat at every meal.

And he had a separate room of his own and began to train as a general alone.

For his treatment, his former companions looked at him with very complicated eyes, and there were many elements of jealousy.

Agreus knew that he had reached a fork in the road of fate, and that in the future, he would be two different from his former companions.

After taking the medicine, according to the old rules, Achilles should go back to his room to rest, wait for dinner, then bathe in the potion, and finally rest and sleep.

This time, though, with something different, he was blocked by two skeletons and led him to a room where he had bathed all night.

But this time, it wasn't a rumor, but clear water.

They, this is going to bathe themselves?

Achilles washed himself cleanly, changed into clean clothes that were placed next to the tub, and walked out the door, and was confronted by the general.

The general led him through the aisle, which had previously not allowed them to pass, but this time, Achilles stepped in.

Agreus was a little excited, for he knew that she was finally going to meet the owner of the place.

I just don't know if the owner here is the mysterious Grey Cloak Man or someone else.

Entering a heavily guarded room, the door slammed shut.

Aglius looked around, and suddenly felt a creep.

Pile upon pile of glassware around, and in these glassware, some organs are soaked in medicinal liquid.

With some speculation in mind, Aglius took two deep breaths and looked inside.

Over there, in the bright light of the fire, a slender figure swayed, as if he was busy with something.

Agreus found a place against the wall, clasped his hands to his chest and waited quietly.

After a long time, he was awakened by the sound of slight footsteps.

He opened his eyes suddenly, saw the person coming, his breath was stagnant, his hands and feet were cold, and the blood was flowing backwards—it was her!!

This is the edge of the desert, not too far from Rocky City. It's only been a decade since that horrific event that could be added to the epic, especially the impressive looks, the iconic black hair and black eyes, and the wanted warrants that have been circulating to this day.

Achilles swallowed hard, his throat was extremely dry, and his voice was hoarse: "Ann...... Angela. ”