"Leave these dragon-tooth soldiers to me, Potes!" A burly man was the first among the Argonauts to step forward.
Potes hailed from Athens and was the son of the noble Telamon. Born warlike, he had joined the Argonauts precisely in pursuit of adventure and battle.
Since he was not skilled at hand-to-hand combat, Potes had not acted during yesterday's trial against the "divine bulls." But now that he could use weapons against the dragon-tooth soldiers, it was a different matter.
How could he let someone else have the exquisite pleasure of battling the dragon-tooth soldiers?
Seeing him step forward first, several heroes who had also wanted to claim this battle could only regretfully return to the ranks.
"Just watch, Captain." Potes patted his chest and said confidently to Jason, "Let me bring you victory!"
However, Jason could not help frowning.
After learning about Colchis's background and Mystra Academy, he no longer dared to underestimate this nation, much less this trial.
Seeing Potes so confident, Jason could not help feeling worried.
"Um... you should still be careful," he advised. "I think these dragon-tooth soldiers might be far from simple."
Yet Potes did not believe Jason at all—perhaps because Jason himself was not particularly strong and simply lacked credibility in such matters.
"What do you mean, far from simple? You're overthinking it, Captain 480. They're just a hundred rank-and-file soldiers. Watch me sweep them aside."
With that, he donned his armor, shield in one hand and sword in the other, and entered the battlefield.
Facing him were one hundred dragon-tooth soldiers who looked as though they had been cast from the same mold.
The only difference between these dragon-tooth soldiers was the weapons in their hands.
Some wielded bows, some carried swords and shields, and some held spears. Though they looked alike,