Tedamir walked step by step to the mountain of knives, but he was not in a hurry to pick a knife and pull it out, his eyes swept over each knife, he seemed to be observing whether every inch of steel, every arc, every corner of these knives was to his taste.

The light in the palms of those two mechanical arms was already dazzling to the extreme, and according to the previous firing interval, there were only three more breaths, and the two mechanical arms would accurately pour two clouds of golden light on Tydamir's body.

But he didn't seem to mind being blown into the snow again, and he even folded his arms and made a long test, as if he was ready to pick the best knife to complete his coming-of-age ceremony.

Among the soldiers of the coalition army, the low roars of the barbarians belonging to Tedamir became more and more dense and more numerous, and the low and powerful roar led to the other completely unintelligible Demacians, Alvarossa, and even the originally outfits of the Snow Mountain Alliance to shout.

For a moment, the word Achilles hovered over the entire canyon, as if some kind of blood was flowing slowly.

The Noxians, who were already a little ready to move, suddenly weakened again, and they restrained their somewhat uncontrollable steps, ready to wait a little longer.

Although Tedamir was covered in scars and staggered at the moment, perhaps anyone who rushed up could cut off his head with a single stab.

But when they saw the man standing there with his back to them as if nothing had happened, and the cold wind froze his wounds and blew his skin frosty white, each of them felt that it was a mountain that could not be crossed, and that whoever dared to stretch out his feet would fall directly and fall to his death.

I can only ask those two powerful mechanical arms to blast this mountain into powder, and everyone thinks so in their hearts.

The charging of the mechanical arm was finally completed, and the two golden lights were so dazzling that it was impossible to look at them directly, and the air began to distort unnaturally.

A heavy force was pressing from the top of the city all the way to Tydamir's back.

But he still crossed his arms and looked at the knives, but did not draw them.

He seemed to be waiting for the moment when the fire would be fired.

The cold wind whistled again, whining each long knife and echoing Achilles, who was already so high that it began to reverberate throughout the canyon, as if it was about to burn the battle spirit to the highest heavens and replace the sun.

The golden light finally roared out, tearing through those ethereal battle intentions with a speed unmatched by ordinary people, and once again sticking to Tedamir's body.

He still didn't move, he didn't draw his knife.

When the light was about to annihilate everything, he still stood in place, steady as a mountain, or the sharpest and indestructible long knife standing at the forefront of the sword mountain.

"Boom-" A violent roar rang in everyone's ears.

Achilles' roar stopped abruptly, and it seemed that even the cold wind had stopped.

After a minute of habituation, the human eye can finally look for the result again.

The snow and fog have not yet cleared.

So no one was in a hurry, and usually Tedamir would extend his first hand after three breaths of snow and fog.

One breath.

The Coalition soldiers began to adjust their breathing in preparation for the second round of arm raising.

Two breaths.

The Noxians all subconsciously looked back at the two mechanical arms to make sure they could deliver the next perfect blow.

Three breaths.

The three breaths have arrived.

Everyone's eyes widened as they prepared to watch the sixteenth break of the snow.

But......

There is nothing, there is no arm that breaks through the snow, there is no sentence that freezes to death.

Somehow, it seems, something is wrong.

The roar of the coalition soldiers, who had almost rolled out of their throats, was forced back, and they stared at the end of the mountain of knives in amazement.

Are you tired?

The Noxians who turned around were also a little caught off guard, but then some of them began to smile.

Be...... Did it finally work?

One breath and one breath passed.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

For a full six breaths, Tydamir was late.

Or maybe this time, he's dead.

Such thoughts came to everyone's minds, and a hint of gloom began to appear on the faces of everyone in the coalition forces.

The Noxians, on the other hand, were overjoyed, and many even laughed out loud, this damn barbarian, they gritted their teeth and clenched the knife in their hands, and the killing intent in their eyes rolled uncontrollably again.

"Kill." Finally someone was the first to roar hysterically, Xu was so suppressed by Tydamir's might that he rushed out of the air before he could speak, but he was so excited that he only ran one step and fell directly into the snow.

"Plop-" The dull thump rang in everyone's ears, beating in the heart, like a drumbeat.

At the moment when the Coalition soldiers were still a little flustered, the Noxians had already scrambled past the unfortunate man who had fallen, and rushed towards the mouth of the canyon like a pack of hungry wolves that had not had enough to eat.

The quicker Coalition soldiers seemed to want to rush in and occupy the clearing first, so that Tedamir's blood would not be shed in vain.

But they only ran one step before stopping, looking at the two mechanical arms in the distance that were still slowly rotating.

With such a hesitation, the faster Noxians had already rushed into the Knife Mountain.

"You still don't make a move?" Wei finally screamed dissatisfied, Tydamir's life and death did not know how to suppress her violent temper, although the barbarian man had no friendship with her, but just with his horizontal sword, he immediately suppressed the momentum of a thousand armies, and he was worthy of the word hero.

Although Wei hasn't read any books, she also knows that righteousness is the most important thing.

Heroes don't deserve to die like this.

"What does Achilles mean?" Galen looked at Wei who was walking forward and didn't stop him, but just asked lightly with his sword.

"What do you mean?" Wei's footsteps paused, and she didn't look back.

"In the legend of the barbarians, in the ancient dark ages, there were terrifying monsters rampant on the snowy mountains, wantonly abusing and killing living beings, and in the most critical time, it was the most heroic warriors in their clan who stepped forward and led the whole clan to wipe out the demons, continuing the history of the barbarians for thousands of years." Ash stroked the ice bow, but had no intention of making a move, "Legend has it that the warrior fought bloodily for ninety-nine days, and on the last day, his blood had dried up and his heart was dug out, but he still held his broadsword and fought sleeplessly, like an immortal man. Later, in order to commemorate him, the barbarians worshipped him as the supreme god of war, and his name was—"

"Achilles." Galen whispered, in an esoteric accent.

When the words landed, the snow in the center of the knife mountain suddenly cracked.

The Noxians, who were about to cross the snow, looked in horror and involuntarily stopped.

Don't......

The next moment, a strong wind rose.

A scarlet light burst through the deep snow and soared into the sky.

A scarlet figure rushed out of the snow, crushing the Noxians who were at the top of the line into countless pieces of flesh.

The flesh fell, melting into the scarlet light, revealing Tedamir's hard face.

He stood there, his whole body covered in bleeding wounds, blood flowing, and with the blood flowed endless scarlet killing intent, erupting from his pores, roaring in the sudden wind, like those demon-slaying warriors thousands of years ago who were possessed by their souls at this moment, fighting side by side with Tedamir.

The hysterical shouts of the Noxians came to an abrupt end, like a springy wild cat that had been strangled to death.

The soldiers of the coalition were stunned for a moment, and then led by the barbarians, shouted the word again: Achilles.

"Achilles." Tedamir whispered, drawing his knife.

Achilles, a barbarian language, means immortal.

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