Tedamir walked step by step to the forest-like sword mountain, but he did not rush to pick a knife and pull it up. His eyes swept across each knife. He seemed to be observing whether every inch of steel, every curve, and every corner gap of these knifes meets his taste.

The light in the palms of the two mechanical arms was already dazzling. Judging from the previous emission interval, only three more breaths would be added to Tedamir's body.

But he seemed to have no idea that he was hit by the snow again. He even picked up his arms and performed in a long test state, leisurely as if he was preparing to pick the best knife to complete his coming-of-age ceremony.

Among the soldiers of the coalition, the barbarians who belonged to Tedamir were roaring more and more. The low and powerful roars led to the other Demacians, Avarosa, and even the originally out of place, the snow-mounted alliance members shouted.

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

The Noxus, who were already a little ready to move, suddenly became weaker. They stopped their uncontrollable steps and prepared to wait a little longer.

Although Tedamir's body was covered with scars and his figure was a little staggering, perhaps someone could cut off his head with one knife.

But when they watched the man stand there with his back to them as if nothing had happened, and the cold wind freezes his wounds and blows his skin into frost white, each of them felt that it was a mountain that could not be crossed. Anyone who dared to stretch out his feet would fall down and die.

I could only ask the two powerful mechanical arms to blow the mountain into powder, and everyone thought so in the same heart.

The charging of the robotic arm was finally completed. The two golden lights were already dazzling and people could not see directly, and unnatural distortions began to occur in the air.

A heavy pressure rushed from the city to behind Tedamir.

But he still held his arms and looked at the knives without drawing them.

He seemed to be waiting for the moment of fire.

The cold wind whistled past again, whimpering with each long sword, responding to the Achilles, who had been so high that it began to echo throughout the canyon, as if he was about to burn the fighting spirit to the highest heaven and replace the sun.

The golden light finally roared out, tearing the illusory fighting spirit apart at a speed that ordinary people could not achieve, and once again stuck to Tedamir's body.

He still didn't move and didn't draw his sword.

When the light was about to annihilate everything, he still stood there, as stable as a mountain, or a sharpest and indestructible sword standing at the front of the sword mountain.

"Boom--" A violent roar sounded in everyone's ears in a stagnant manner.

Achilles's roar came to an abrupt end, as if even the cold wind had stopped.

After adapting for a minute, people's eyes can finally find the results again.

The snow fog has not yet fallen clean.

So no one is in a hurry, usually Tedamir will stretch out his first hand after the snow mist has fallen for three breaths.

One breath.

The soldiers of the coalition began to adjust their breathing and prepare for the second round of arms to shout.

Two breaths.

Noxus all subconsciously looked back at the two robotic arms to make sure they could make the next perfect blow.

Three breaths.

Three breaths have arrived.

Everyone opened their eyes wide and prepared to watch the sixteenth snow break out.

But……

There is nothing, no arm that breaks through the snow, and no one else says I'm freezing to death.

It seems that something is wrong.

The roar that had almost rolled out of the throat of the coalition soldiers rushed back, and they stared blankly at the end of the mountain of swords.

Are you tired?

The Noxus who turned around were also caught off guard, but then some people began to smile on their faces.

Is it...it finally succeeded?

A breath passed again and again.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

For a full six breaths, Tedamir was late.

Or maybe this time, he died.

Such thoughts emerged in everyone's heart, and a hint of gloom began to appear on everyone's face in the coalition.

The Noxus were happy, and many people even laughed out loud. This damn barbarian, they gritted their teeth and held the knife in their hands, and the murderous intent in their eyes rolled again.

"Kill." Finally, someone was the first to roar hysterically. Perhaps he was suppressed by Tedamir's power. He rushed out before he could finish his words. However, because he was so excited that he ran away, he fell directly to the snow.

"Pu" a dull collision sounded in everyone's ears, knocking in the heart, like a drum beat.

When the coalition soldiers were still a little stunned, the Noxus were already scrambling to pass the unlucky guy who fell and rushed towards the entrance of the canyon like a group of hungry wolves who had not eaten enough.

The coalition soldiers who responded faster seemed to want to rush in and occupy the open space first and prevent Tedamir's blood from flowing in vain.

But they stopped after only one step, looking at the two slowly rotating robot arms in the distance, a little scared to move forward.

With such hesitation, the faster Noxus people had already rushed into the Knife Mountain.

"You haven't taken action yet?" Wei finally screamed in dissatisfaction. Tedamir's life and death made her violent temper finally unable to suppress her. Although the barbarian man had no friendship with her, he could only rely on his sword to suppress Qianjun's momentum alone, and he could still bear the word "hero".

Although Wei has never read any books, she knows that loyalty is the most important thing.

A hero shouldn't die like this.

"Do you know what Achilles means?" Garen looked at Wei who was walking forward without stopping her, but just asked lightly with his sword on his back.

"What does it mean?" Wei paused for a moment, without looking back.

"In the legend of the barbarians, in the long-standing dark age, there were terrifying monsters roaming the snowy mountains, wantonly slaughtering creatures. At the most critical moment, the bravest warrior in their clan stepped forward and led the entire clan to wipe out the evil demons and continued the history of the barbarians' glorious thousands of years." Ai Xi gently stroked the ice bow, but had no intention of taking action. "Legendary, the warrior fought bloody battles for ninety-nine days. On the last day, his blood had dried up and his heart was dug out, but he still held his big sword and fought endlessly, just like an immortal. Later, in order to commemorate him, the barbarians regarded him as the supreme god of war, and his name was-"

"Achilles." Garen whispered, in a singular accent.

When the words came to the ground, the snow in the middle of the Knife Mountain suddenly cracked.

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

Could it be...

The next moment, a strong wind suddenly rose.

A scarlet light shattered the deep snow and rushed straight into the sky.

A scarlet figure rushed out of the snow, crushing the Noxus who were leaning forward into countless flesh and blood.

The flesh and blood fell down and melted into the scarlet light, revealing the hard face of Tedamir.

He stood there, his body covered with bloody wounds, blood was flowing, and with the blood was flowing endless scarlet murderous intent. They erupted from their pores and roared in the sudden storm, like the demon-slaying warriors who had been possessed thousands of years ago at this moment, fighting side by side with Tedamir.

The hysterical shouts of the Noxus stopped abruptly, like a spring-like wild cat who was suddenly strangled to death.

After a moment of silence, the soldiers of the coalition army were led by the barbarians and yelled the word again: Achilles.

"Achilles." Tedamir whispered and pulled out his knife.

Achilles, a barbarian, means an immortal person.

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