Although the crossbow bolt pierced my body, fortunately, due to the close distance, the power of the crossbow bolt was too strong, and it penetrated my shoulders and ribs directly. I even heard the crossbow bolt piercing my body. The sound of shattered muscles, although it can stand up, but the trauma at that moment is really not ordinary pain...

But the pain in my body is far from stopping my fast forward movement. If I can't kill the two of them in the shortest time, they will definitely make an escape when they react too hard. By then, the scene will definitely be. Will fall into a deadlock against me.

If you want not to regret, you can only grit your teeth and hold on to these last few seconds.

My hands were like knives, and while I was crossing the two of them, I slashed across their bodies.

This time, I did not choose to throat, because, in their hands, I held a shiny and sharp dagger, and the blades of the dagger rushed up, waiting at any time. Once I brought my hand close to their throat, I would be right. My arm made a thunderous blow.

With the sharpness of the dagger, I'm really not sure whether the pair of guards on my arms can protect my arms.

Therefore, I chose to go back and forth.

......

......

The two elves collapsed wilted.

Each of them had half of their arms dropped to the ground, and what was flush with the gap of the broken arm was a penetrating wound on their side abdomen that spread over half of their body, like a crocodile mouth, shocking.

Not far away, an elf with an arrow in his knee was still trying to escape, his steps staggered and panic, his eyes were full of fear and despair.

Perhaps, from the beginning, he was not prepared to die, but it was too late.

The first thing a murderer has to do is the determination to die, because you can't predict that the final result will be death by yourself or the other party.

He leaned over and picked up the two crossbows on the ground, pulled the bow and wound it, aimed at the elf ten meters away, who was running for his life, and pulled the trigger.

Boom boom!

There are two soft sounds again.

Two small crossbows accurately pierced his other knee and one arm.

While screaming, he fell heavily to the ground, and in the severe pain, he rolled in pain.

However, this time, he was not choosing to continue to escape, but reached out to his waist-he wanted to pull out the dagger and come to an end.

How can I do what he wants.

While he was struggling, the next crossbow was already hitting the arrow, and then there was another soft sound.

His only remaining hand was also limp, and his limbs were unable to move, like a wriggling caterpillar, rolling in pain.

......

......

I did not directly kill him because he was still useful.

When I strode to the crypt, I stretched out my hand and turned it into a hand knife. After wrapping up the killing intent, I pushed it in from the exit, then pulled it out, moved a few inches back, and inserted it again.

In this way, I did it over and over again. After almost twenty times, the handguard I pulled out was stained with blood.

It seems that the assassin who got into the crypt is here.

Without hesitation, I slammed my hand in, and when I grasped a cylindrical object, I yanked my hand out again, and even with it, I pulled the cylindrical object out together—that’s a piece. leg.

Then, half of the body, and then the whole body.

Before I could see his face clearly, a silver light flashed, and I only felt a chill in my chest, and then, a hot tingling sensation spread.

Are you dying?

My eyes tightened, I pinpointed one place, grabbed hard, and pinched directly on his throat, and asked in a cold voice, "Who are you and why do you want to kill me?"

The elf's eyes were fierce, and suddenly the dagger in his hand pierced deeply into his chest!

Accompanied by painful groans and harsh eyes, he only struggled for a while and died in my hands.

Pulling out the dagger, blood splattered out, frowning slightly, in order to be sure, the wrist was turned, the dagger was sharply cut off, and his head was cut off.

After that, five pits were dug and the five bodies were buried one by one.

After doing all of this, I dragged the elves that had passed out of pain in one hand, and carried a not-small package in the other. Inside were the things I had searched from six elves, including crossbow arrows, daggers, and Some bottles and pots and some herbs.

Hidden all the way to the Wren tree house, knocked on the window a few times, and then turned to the front door.

Soon, the door opened, I threw the elf into it, and followed it in quickly.

Closing the door, I threw the package at the door, poured a glass of water on my own, drank it, then sighed, tore off a piece of clothing that had been damaged, bit it hard, and then held two crossbow arrows with both hands. , Push outward.

puff!

The blood splattered, and my forehead and nose were sweaty.

When the pain dissipated a lot, I spit out the rags in my mouth, took the water from Renne, took a sip, and then fell towards the wound.

There was another sting, and the blood in the wound was quickly washed away.

Seeing the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, I finally relieved my heart and sat down on the sofa, gasping for breath.

"Who is he?" Wren asked.

"Maybe it was the assassin of the squad," I said: "Following me all the way, but I killed it."

"Have you been recruited?" He sneered.

"No way, there are six people on the other side, and the close-range crossbow is not something I can dodge now."

"You are humble" Renn poured me a glass of water again: "In my opinion, you are giving up dodge and want to wipe them all out in one fell swoop."

"Haha" I laughed twice: "You can see it, but there is no way. If you don't do this, you will easily lose your tongue."

"You did the right thing," he said lightly: "If you change to me, you will do the same, but my fate will not be better than yours."

"Ok?"

He pointed to my wound and said: "Your body's recovery ability is too strong, and it even fights against some monsters in the dungeon."

"If I said that my recovery ability was given to me by monsters in the dungeon, would you believe it?" I asked him.

"I don't believe it" Rehne carried the unconscious elf and said, "They wouldn't be so kind."

I smiled, shook my head, and walked towards the door. Before I left, I said, "I'm not in a hurry to ask for the results of the torture, so I should ask more carefully."

Ren didn't reply, just stopped for a moment, and then slowly descended into the basement.

Back on the street, I still walked slowly. This time, there was no one following me behind me, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Carrying a heavy package, there was a small jingling noise from time to time inside. I was wondering if I should tell Phoenix and the others about this after going home, and ask them to be more vigilant.

Stopping in front of the door, taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door of the house.

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