"This scheme is far from simple. It looks ordinary, but it manipulates people's hearts. It truly is formidable," Hector sighed.
As a commander and the eldest prince, he naturally understood people well. He knew exactly how much people's judgment could weaken amid an atmosphere of fervor.
"Hmph, I don't believe it. I'll go deal with them myself!" Achilles said. Without waiting for the others to reply, he sprinted toward the city.
"Wait..." Odysseus waved a hand. The words had barely left his mouth when Achilles vanished from sight, disappearing into the nearby city.
As expected of Greece's greatest warrior.
"It's useless. You can't persuade him," Hector said, shaking his head.
He knew perfectly well how fierce the temperament of this warrior, who could make even him uneasy, was.
Fortunately, he was not a narrow-minded commander. Otherwise, Achilles could have been punished simply for acting on his own without obeying orders.
"No, I wanted him to leave behind the Divine Staff," Odysseus said helplessly.
"Uh..." Only then did Hector realize the gap in wisdom between himself and Odysseus.
He was still sighing, while the other man had already considered how to minimize the losses.
The next day at noon.
They heard shrill cries coming from the city. Then, with a heavy thud, a battered figure was thrown into the desert.
Hector and Odysseus hurried over with their men and came before the figure.
If it wasn't Achilles, who else could it be? Odysseus was stunned.
Wasn't Achilles invulnerable to blades and spears? Why was he injured?
Odysseus remembered a rumor: Achilles had a fatal weakness, the only place on his entire body that could be injured. Once it was wounded, it meant death.
The two men rescued Achilles and brought him back to the Temporary Camp.
After they returned, Achilles remained