I looked at the small blackboard in front of the adventurer's base, there were still ten minutes before the next arena, and the venue of the competition was not far from here, so I walked towards the arena while strolling around.

When I was about to get to the arena, I saw Wren in a cloak again, and he was also walking in the direction of the arena.

I walked a few quick steps, came up behind him, and called him, "Wren." ”

Wren's body trembled, and he turned his head suddenly, and when he saw that it was me, he relaxed: "It turned out to be you." ”

He looked me up and down a few times: "You're also here to watch the game?" ”

I nodded, "Do you too?" ”

He laughed and said, "Knowingly asked." ”

I grinned, "Actually, the main reason I came to watch the game was because I was too bored and didn't know where to go to play time, what about you?" ”

Wren said: "I want to study more of the fighting style and fighting style of the elven adventurer, so that I can use it later." ”

"That's a good idea," I laughed.

After that, seeing that there was no one around, I asked him in a low voice, "What happened to the results of the training of those elves?" ”

"It's too early, I can't see the results now," Wren said, "Raising an Assassin is like raising a fruit, you never know if it's sour or sweet until it's ripe." ”

I nodded again and again in agreement: "Ah, speaking of which, I'm still looking forward to it~"

"I'm also looking forward to their growth. ”

"Oh, that's right" I suddenly remembered something, that is, the duel between the assassins trained by the two of them that Lirea and Wren had agreed on before, so I asked him, "What are the chances of the elven assassin you cultivated against the assassin cultivated by my fiancée?" ”

Wren was silent for a second, and said, "An assassin who graduated from me will not lose to the high-level assassins of any organization. ”

"That's to win~" I smiled and said, "That's good, I can rest assured that I can boldly put all my pocket money on your side." ”

Rennes:......

The arena was already full of elves who had come to watch the game, and it took a lot of work for Wren and I to find two places next to each other in the most inconspicuous places, and after sitting side by side, we waited for the game to begin.

However, before the game had even started, a ball of paper landed on my lap.

I frowned, looked back and forth, there were people back and forth, and I couldn't tell which paper ball had thrown me.

Pick up the paper ball, unfold it, and write a few lines of small print on it: Someone is watching us.

As I was in a daze, Wren's rough and old left hand was exposed, clenched into a fist, and then slowly stretched out his index finger and shook it twice.

I knew that he had thrown it to me to keep me on guard.

Naturally, I threw the paper ball into my pocket, leaned back, leaned back on the back of the seat, and put on a very normal expression, looking at the arena calmly.

Knowing that I was not panicked, not panicked, not nervous, or even guarded after being watched, only in this way can I deceive those who were spying on me.

My expression was indifferent, talking and laughing as usual, but my heart was already furious: Damn, if it weren't for Wren's high vigilance, I wouldn't have known that someone was following and spying on me! It's fucking fucking, who knows when they started stalking me, maybe last night, or even longer, but whatever time it started, it's a sure thing.

Meow a mi, I can't pull away for the time being, you can find trouble for me in a different way, and when my assassination team is formed, and the battle puppets are all completed, see if I don't catch you one by one and throw them under the puppet feet and crush them one by one!

After a little more waiting, the game began.

The lineup of elven adventurers on both sides looks very similar, with two heavily armed elven warriors leading the way, three agile warriors in charge of cutting in, two priests in the middle for mid-range healing, then two archers, constantly disrupting the line of sight, and finally three mages using magic to disrupt the opposing faction.

At the same time as the opening scene, the vanguards of both sides collided with each other at the same time, aiming at their feet, and a faint ball of light was attached to them.

Wren tilted his head and said, "See that light on the warrior's feet, it's magic used to increase the degree, this kind of magic is very useful, especially when you need to use a surprise attack." ”

With the blessing of magic, the two knights rushed to each other in a few breaths, and then raised their shields and slammed into each other.

Boom!

The loud sound of the two sets of shields colliding almost at the same time came out, and the piercing sound instantly spread throughout the entire venue.

In the next second when the shields were holding each other, six agile warriors on both sides jumped out from behind the heavily armored warriors, and the weapons in their hands collided more than a dozen times at the moment of misalignment, and after landing smoothly, the six agile warriors did not continue to move forward, killing the rear of each other's teams, but turned their heads and slashed towards the agile warriors they were facing.

For a while, four heavily armed adventurers held shields and stalemate, and six agile adventurers began to fight with their respective knightly swords, and the scene was very exciting.

I rubbed my chin and asked in a low voice, "Why don't they just go ahead and kill each other's rear camps?" ”

Wren explained in a low voice, "Because they claim to be a noble race, and the so-called noble race will only kill the enemy's rear after killing the enemy in front of them." ”

"Although this kind of thing sounds pretty cool, but to be honest, this way of fighting is really stupid and naïve, if you run into the kind of guy who specializes in the back row, you will be killed almost immediately."

Wren shook his head: "According to my investigation, I have come to the conclusion that don't underestimate any elven adventurer, they are all masters in melee combat. ”

I whispered to Wren, "Aren't the elves I killed before the masters masters?" ”

Wren chuckled: "It turns out that you have always only regarded yourself as an ordinary adventurer, and with your experience, combined with your strange combat skills, your strength is already the best among the younger generation." ”

When I heard this, I was amazed: "Is it so powerful? ”

Wren nodded slightly.

I thought about it for a moment and continued to ask, "Aren't you flattering me?" ”

Wren said, "Am I that boring? ”

After that, we continued to watch the game.

The current situation of the arena, the fight of shields and the collision of long swords seems to have become the main theme of the battle, and in the rear, the shooter and the magician are standing still in place, nervously watching the battle in front of their team.

Only the priest is the busiest character in the rear, they have to constantly treat the wounded and injured players on the front line, and at the same time put a specific support status on them, so that they can fight more prolonged.

Seeing this, I can't help but want to complain: This is a contest between two teams! It's a big contest between two teams of pastors!

(End of chapter)

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