This strength reminds me of the feeling I had when I was at level 4 and fought against goblin warriors. ┡(8) (1) In 『文Δ网%. ８⒈

A sense of impact, a sense of oppression, and, a short but strong killing intent.

Is Wren trying to kill me?

I couldn't help but think so, but looking at his fleeting old face and cloudy old eyes, I couldn't feel the determination and coldness that I should have if I wanted to kill someone.

"It's ...... Do you want to test the depth of my strength? I guessed as my bent elbow tapped at his wrist.

I have only one purpose, to disarm the sharp blade he stabbed in the palm of my hand.

However, the idea is simple, but it is very difficult to do, and Wren's skills are also extraordinary, while being restrained by one blow, his other hand, which has always been hanging down, moves.

The palm of the hand was bent, in the shape of a half-fist, the wrist was twisted, and the force was fierce, and when the palm was only about half an arm away from my neck, the bent fingers suddenly straightened, and a cold chill flashed between the index and middle fingers, and it was a sharp blade!

My right hand has been blocked by the sharp blade of his right hand, and only the left hand can move at will, but looking at the chill and strength of the sharp blade that his left hand protruded, I already know that the strength of his left arm is far greater than that of his right arm, not only that, but such skill, so tricky, is not at all comparable to the dagger of the right arm!

He's a left-hander!

Without thinking about it, I raised my left arm and met it.

This is a dead horse as a live horse doctor, it can be blocked, of course it is a good thing, it can't be stopped, at most the arm is damaged, but it is not seriously injured or dying, after all, Wren's eyes have not been killed from beginning to end, which is the reason why I still don't kill him so far.

The cold glow between the two fingers of Wren's left hand stopped in my palm, and in the end, I was able to block it, but my wrist was also damaged at the same time, a contusion caused by a huge external impact.

Wren's attack didn't continue, he sighed, and lowered his hands again, and in just a moment, the weapons between his fingers and palms were retracted.

He took a few breaths, sat down slowly, and said, "What a great child, your skills are much better than when I was young." ”

"You're not bad either," I flicked my wrist to try to banish the pain from the bruising.

Sighing, Wren said slowly: "I can answer the two questions you asked me before. ”

I nodded, craned my neck, and put on a look of anticipation.

"The person who hurt me is the most famous celebrity in Eri City right now, Achilles" Wren said in a light tone, as if telling a story that has nothing to do with him: "As for why he hurt me, hehe, because I tried to assassinate him, but failed." ”

it!

At this moment, I let out a big exclamation.

What is called!

Dare to assassinate the Assassin who has been called the strongest and is able to come back alive!

I've fought Achilles, and I know that with his prowess, even Emily can be defeated or even killed in a few moves.

This Wren dared to assassinate, which has already confirmed his courage, and the fact that he can escape back after the assassination failure proves his strength even more.

I couldn't help but be in awe.

"You...... No, your wound was caused by an attack by Achilles after a failed assassination attempt? My tone changed to an honorific title.

"Isn't it embarrassing?" Wren laughed and said: "Not only did he not take his own strength to assassinate an opponent who could not be defeated at all, but he was also severely injured and almost died. ”

"No, no, no, it's not a shame at all" I hurriedly said: "You must know that Achilles is the squire of the legendary hero, but he is an existence with the same strength as the legendary hero!" What you do is indirectly tantamount to assassinating a living legendary hero! ”

Wren looked at me for a moment, and suddenly said, "You don't seem to worship legendary heroes. ”

"Uh, yes," I said truthfully, "what do you do to worship them?" ”

"Legend has it that the hero is the hero who claimed to have saved the Zephyr 6, and he is regarded as a god-like existence, second only to the god of creation, such a person, you don't worship them at all?"

Although Wren's words seemed to worship the legendary hero, his tone was completely different, faint, as tasteless as boiled water.

"You just said 'such people', right, they are also human beings, but because they have been trained a lot, they are stronger than us, I will only respect the suffering they have endured, but if I want me to worship them like gods, or worship them like idols, this is absolutely impossible."

Seeing Wren's puzzled expression, I spread my hands and added, "Because they don't deserve it." ”

"Unworthy?" Wren suddenly laughed: "Hahahaha, you're right, they don't deserve it, they really don't deserve it!" When they entered the dungeon, there were more than seven people who saved Zephyr 6, but only seven of them came out alive, so they put on the laurel crown with peace of mind and were called the heroes who saved Zephyr 6, enjoying the glory and wealth, enjoying people's respect and worship for them, but not mentioning a word about the companions who fell on the road to salvation and even the monsters whose bones were hidden in the shadows! ”

Listening to Wren's endless complaints, I suddenly had a question, why does Wren have such a big grudge against the legendary heroes?

Could it be that he is also an old man who has lived for thousands of years? Witnessed everything that was born back then?

Or was his ancestor once a companion of the legendary heroes, but later an accident caused his ancestors to hate the legendary heroes?

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but frown slightly.

Wren glanced at me and said, "Are you wondering?" ”

"yes, I'm confused," I nodded.

"What doubts?" He asked again.

"You seem to have a great grudge against the legendary heroes," I said.

"So what? Isn't it? He asked.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood, I don't mean anything else" I he: "It's just a little confused, where did your resentment come from, did you experience it personally, or did your ancestors ......"

"Do you want to ask, have I lived for a thousand years, or have I passed down this resentment since my ancestors, right?" He squinted and asked me.

I didn't hide it, and said truthfully: "You're right, that's what I thought." ”

"Hmm......" Wren let out a long snort, "if you believe me, I can tell you." ”

"What if I don't believe it?"

"If you don't believe me, even if I say it, it will only be a waste of words and time, so it's better to go back to bed earlier."

Wren said lightly.

I spread my hands, smiled, and said, "Then please speak, I will listen with the idea of belief." ”