The owner of the craftsman shop immediately came to his senses, quickly stood up, and asked, "This gentleman, do you want to buy a war hammer?"

He took a serious look at Wren's figure, tall and strong, with a steady pace, although he did not have that kind of exaggerated muscles, but his body was strong and heavy, and standing in front of him gave people a great sense of oppression.

This is clearly a transcendent being.

The boss saw Wren nodding and turned to take the war hammer off the wall, looking quite struggling.

Wren took the hammer lightly, and his eyes lit up, the weight of this hammer was very just, and it was just right to hold in his hand.

He looked closely, the warhammer was made of a dark golden metal, the appearance was simple and beautiful, the hammer head was almost the same as an ordinary octagonal hammer, roughly rectangular, but a little larger, and the surface was engraved with several simple decorative figures, but not runes.

The handle of the hammer, about the length of his arm, was divided into three sections, carved with diamond-shaped non-slip scales, and a metal ball the size of an egg at the end to balance the center of gravity of the hammer.

The black warhammer has a hint of dark gold, and the overall weight is around one hundred and twenty pounds.

Although it was a little heavier than expected, Wren felt good in his hand, and after exercising, his strength could still increase, just one hundred and twenty pounds.

With the help of the touch of metal, Wren knew the structure of this hammer inside and out, the forging process was quite good, there was no metal fatigue damage inside, there were no defects in the shape, and the hammer head was hard enough, which was the ultimate that a mechanical craftsman could do.

Of course, this is not an enchanted weapon, so it won't be very valuable.

"Boss, how much does this warhammer cost?" Wren decided that this was it, and asked for the price.

The owner of the craftsman shop was also very straightforward, and replied: "Six gold shields." ”

"So expensive!"

Wren was a little surprised, wondering if the other party was trying to kill him.

A good weapon without enchantment, unless the material itself is of high value, it will not be expensive, at most two or three gold shields will be very good.

The octagonal hammer he had bought here before was used on the construction site for only three silver crowns, or sixty copper dollars.

And the price of this war hammer has directly increased a hundred times!

Seeing that Wren seemed unhappy, the owner of the craftsman shop quickly explained: "Sir, this war hammer is not made of ordinary materials, I used black iron to mix more than twenty pounds of pure gold and smelt it into a whole piece of fine iron, so as to create this fine iron war hammer. ”

"The price of adamantite, sir, you should know, right?" The owner of the craftsman shop was afraid that Wren would not understand, so he asked specifically.

Wren nodded, Adamantite was one of the most precious metals in Ehrenus, and probably the densest.

Twenty pounds of adamantite may sound like a lot of weight, but it's about the size of half a finger, and it's worth about three gold shields.

Because it was so expensive, it was rare to have a war hammer made of pure gold, and it was almost impossible for anyone to wield it, so it was common to mix pure gold and iron into fine iron and use it to craft weapons.

This warhammer is mixed with twenty pounds of adamantite gold, which is why it is so heavy.

Refined iron materials, plus the craftsmanship cost of the builder, this war hammer is not expensive to sell for six gold shields, which is a relatively conscientious price.

Wren didn't bargain anymore and readily paid for it.

After making a big deal, the boss happily accepted the money, so he gave a pair of leather buckles to Wren.

The buckle was tied diagonally to the body, and there were metal hooks on the shoulders behind the back, just enough to hang the hammer head of the warhammer, and the handle of the hammer was buckled diagonally around the waist. Wren only needs to hold the long handle with his right hand behind his back and push it upwards to take off the war hammer and hold it in his hand, which is very convenient to use.

Wren tried it a few times and was satisfied with the sturdy leather buckle.

Returning to the apartment with the war hammer, he held it in his hand and brandished it, a hammer weighing more than a hundred pounds, which was easy to use, and quickly got used to it.

"This fine iron war hammer should have been with me for a long time. ”

Wren put the hammer away, washed up, and went to bed.

In the middle of the night, he woke up.

Silently got up, put on a set of black clothes that he had just bought, put on his hat, carried the war hammer behind his back, and quietly left the apartment.

In the dead of night, the gas lamps on both sides of the street were extinguished, and only the hazy moonlight shone on the city.

Wren turns on the sound of all things and spends his way through the streets, stopping from time to time to hide in corners to avoid the occasional passerby and night patrol.

The road was unimpeded, and soon crossed the bridge and entered the Silver Star District.

Wren had already memorized the route and headed south along the Felegren River, using the building to block the Eye of the Spirit on the tower without anyone noticing.

Soon after, Wren arrived outside a house not far from the river.

He looked up at the Wizard's Tower, which was two or three kilometers away, and could only see a vertical black shadow under the night sky, but the light from the top was very conspicuous, still within its surveillance range, and if there was a major movement, it would be detected immediately.

"It has to be done quickly, not too loudly. ”

Wren listened intently to the sounds, and there were two heartbeats in the house, one of which was much stronger than normal, a characteristic of melee transcendents.

He was familiar with this heartbeat rhythm and it was none other than martial artist Hogan.

The other person is much weaker and should be an ordinary woman. The two were so close together that they seemed to be cuddling together in the same bed, in the upstairs bedroom.

Wren hesitated, for Hogan, who had seen his appearance, he was bound to kill, and he couldn't wait a day.

Even if you just become an extraordinary person today, you have to rush over overnight to do it and cut off future troubles.

But the ordinary people who slept with Hogan don't know what their relationship is with him, whether they are believers in evil gods, and they must be screened when they do it later, so as not to kill innocents by mistake.

Of course, all this is under the premise of their own safety.

If the other party threatens his life, no matter who it is, he will not be relentless.

Wren waited patiently for more than ten minutes, and the two of them breathed smoothly, only occasionally turning over, indicating that they were already asleep.

He locked on to Hogan's breathing and approached the house step by step.

Even if Hogan was asleep, Wren wasn't sure if he would sense the Mark of Discord, or if he would be awakened when it was within range.

As the distance shortened, there was still no movement in the bedroom.

Wren climbed over a low wall, landed softly, and took the hammer from behind his back and held it in his hand, which was already less than fifteen meters away from Hogan in a straight line.

"It seems that the Evil God Believer's fear of sensing the Mark of Strife is less than fifteen meters, not as far as a hundred meters. ”

Of course, it's also possible that he's just asleep and can't sense anything. ”

Wren guessed in his heart that for himself, the smaller the sensing distance, the better, so that the less chance he would be detected by the cultists.

The doors and windows on the first floor were closed so tightly that he couldn't get in, so he cautiously went around to the side of the house, jumped lightly, jumped up, grabbed the edge of the balcony, and rolled over and climbed up.

Under the control of the phone's gyroscope, his movements were precise and did not make the slightest sound.

Access from the balcony is the room, which is just a wall away from Hogan's bedroom.

In the bedroom, the powerful heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the sound of breathing became rapid, obviously becoming very unnatural.

"He's awake!"

Wren immediately sensed the change, and without hesitation, he stepped on it violently, smashing the wooden ground and slamming the whole person directly into the wall.

With a bang, Wren passed through the wall and appeared in Hogan's bedroom.

He had already locked on to Hogan's position, and after rushing out of the wall, he swung the war hammer in his hand and smashed it directly into the figure on the bed.

Bang!

The whole bed fell apart, but it didn't hit Hogan.

Hogan's reaction was extremely fast, he rolled out half a step early, the whole person jumped up like a spring, and stepped on the wall next to the bed a few times, like an agile cat, climbed to the ceiling, quickly turned over, and pounced on Wren from top to bottom.

"Ah......h

The sleeping woman was woken up and fell to the ground, screaming in terror.

Wren saw that she was just an ordinary person, and knocked her unconscious with a palm of his hand.

At this time, Hogan had already flashed in front of him, he was only wearing a pair of shorts, his whole body was knotted with muscles, his fists were clenched, and there was a faint flow of air transmitted under the muscles, concentrated on his fists, breaking the air and making a crisp sound.

A violent fist wind struck.

Wren was unhurried, holding the handle of the hammer and lifting it up, blocking Hogan's fist just right.

At the moment of impact, Hogan's fist erupted with several times the force, the duration was extremely short, but it produced an amazing effect.

Wren's mouth was numb, and his body couldn't help but take half a step back.

In contrast, Hogan was hit by a greater force of the shock, and the whole person was catapulted back and hit the wall.

His eyes were full of horror, he had already used all his strength for this punch, he originally wanted to knock down the war hammer in the enemy's hand, but he didn't expect that the other party only took half a step back, and nothing happened.

"What a strong force!"

A thought flashed through Hogan's mind, but without the slightest intention of fighting, under the effect of the "balance" element, he instantly adjusted his posture and reflexively attacked the enemy again.

If he can kill this man and take the mark of strife, he will receive a blessing from God!

The martial artist's way to win is to fight in close quarters, fight fast and slow, and get tangled in close quarters, without giving the enemy a chance to react, even if there are many tricks.

Hogan's footsteps swayed back and forth as he moved forward, trying to create the illusion of an attack's perspective.

"It's a bit of an interesting move. ”

Wren was not fooled, his heart moved, he pretended to be misdirected, and swung the hammer to the left in front of him.

Whew, the heavy hammer made a violent whistle that broke through the air, but it didn't hit the target.

Bang!

Hogan appeared on the right and punched Wren in the ribs with a muffled thud.

His inner qi exploded, and a smug smile appeared on his face, as if he had seen the victory of killing the enemy. The fighter burst out of power in an instant, even the iron guard can't resist it, and under one punch, he will definitely be seriously injured.

However, in the next second, Hogan's smile froze.

Where his fist hit, his clothes shattered into shreds, revealing a dark gray metallic sheen, and there was a sharp pain in his hand, as if he had hit not a human body, but a steel plate.

In the darkness, he couldn't see Wren's appearance clearly at this moment, the skin on his whole body became dull, and even his hair was hard, like a steel statue.

Between the lightning and fire, Wren, who had been prepared, turned half a circle under his feet, and the war hammer that was originally swung to the left turned to the right side, and the hammer head hit Hogan's head.

Syllable!

Blood splattered, and Wren seemed to hear the sound of a watermelon shattering.