Although the crossbow arrow pierced my body, fortunately, due to the close distance, and the power of the crossbow arrow was too great, it directly pierced my shoulder and ribs, and I even heard the sound of the crossbow arrow breaking when it pierced my body......

But the pain in my body was far from stopping me from moving forward quickly, and if I couldn't kill the two of them in the shortest possible time, and when they reacted too hard, they would inevitably make an attempt to escape, and then the scene would surely fall into a stalemate against me.

If you don't regret it, you can only grit your teeth and hold on to these last few seconds.

My hands were like knives, and I slashed through the bodies of the two of them as I staggered with them.

This time, I didn't choose my throat, because, in their hands, each held a shiny dagger, the blade of which rushed up, waiting at any moment, and as soon as I brought my hand to their throat, it would strike a thunderous blow to my arm.

With the sharpness of the dagger, I wasn't sure if the pair of gauntlets on my arms would protect my arms.

So, I chose to settle for the next best thing.

......

......

The two elves collapsed with a wilt.

Half of their arms were broken and fell to the ground, and the gap with the broken arm was a penetrating wound on their flanks that spread over most of their bodies, like a crocodile, shocking.

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

Perhaps, from the very beginning, he was not mentally prepared for death, but it was too late.

The first thing a murderer must do is the determination to die, because you can't predict whether the final result will be your own death or the death of the other party.

Leaned over and picked up the two crossbows on the ground, pulled the bow and wound it, aimed at the elf who was fleeing for his life more than ten meters away, and deducted the board machine.

Boom!

Two more soft sounds.

Two small crossbows stabbed into his other knee and one of his arms.

As he screamed, he fell to the ground, rolling in pain in excruciating pain.

This time, however, he didn't choose to continue to escape, but reached into his waist - he wanted to pull out the dagger and kill himself.

How could I be as he willed?

As he struggled, the next crossbow was on the string, followed by another soft thud.

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

......

......

I didn't kill him directly, because he was still useful.

Striding to the crypt, I stretched out my hand, turned into a hand knife, wrapped the killing intent, started from the exit, inserted it hard, then pulled it out, moved back a few inches, and inserted it again.

In this way, I repeated this, and after about twenty times, the gauntlet I pulled out was stained with blood.

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

Without hesitation, I jerked my hand in, and as I grabbed a cylindrical object, I jerked it out again, and pulled it out with me—it was a leg.

Immediately after that, there is half a body, and then, a whole body.

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

Dying?

My eyes tightened, I fixed on one place, grabbed it hard, pinched it directly on his throat, and asked coldly, "Who are you, why do you want to assassinate me?" ”

The elf's eyes were fierce, and he suddenly stabbed the dagger in his hand deep into his chest!

With a groan of pain and a fierce look, he struggled for a moment, and then died at my hands.

Pulling out the dagger, the blood spurted out, frowning slightly, and in order to be sure, with a flip of his wrist, the dagger slashed down, cutting off his head.

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

After doing all this, I dragged the elves who had fainted in pain in one hand, and carried a small package in the other, which contained all the things I had scavenged from the six elves, crossbow arrows, daggers, bottles and jars, and a few herbs.

Hiding all the way to the Wren Tree House, knocking on the window a few times, then turning to the front door.

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

Closing the door, I dropped the package at the door, poured myself a glass of water, drank it all, then sighed, tore off a piece of torn garment, bit it hard, and then, holding two crossbow arrows in each hand, and forcefully outward.

Burst!

Blood splattered, and the tip of my forehead and nose were covered with sweat.

When the pain had dissipated, I spit out the rags in my mouth, took the water Wren had handed me, poured a sip of it, and poured it down towards the wound.

There was another stinging pain, and the blood from the wound was quickly washed away.

Seeing that the wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, I finally put my mind at ease and sat down on the couch, gasping for breath.

"Who is he?" Wren asked.

"Maybe it's the assassination team," I said, "and followed me all the way, but I killed me." ”

"You've been tricked?" He sneered.

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

"You're humble," Wren poured me another glass of water, "In my opinion, you're giving up on dodging and trying to annihilate them all in one fell swoop." ”

"Hehe" I laughed dryly: "You can see it, but there is no way, if you don't do this, it's easy to lose your tongue." ”

"You're doing the right thing," he said lightly, "If it were me, I'd do the same, but I wouldn't end up better than yours." ”

"Huh?"

He pointed to my wound and said, "Your body recovery ability is so strong that it can even fight with some monsters in the dungeon." ”

"Would you believe me if I said that my recovery was given to me by the monsters in the dungeon?" I asked him.

"Don't believe it," Wren said, picking up the unconscious elves, "They won't be so kind." ”

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

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

Back on the street, I continued to walk slowly, and this time, there was no one behind me who was following me, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Carrying a heavy package, there was a jingling sound from time to time, and I wondered if I was going to go home, and tell the Phoenix and them about it, and tell them to be more vigilant.

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