It all happened so fast that Keita's three villains, who were the younger brothers, didn't have time to react.

It wasn't until Keita fell to the ground and died that the three of them realized what had happened.

"Goo......

The three of them swallowed hard, and there was a hint of fear in their eyes as they looked at Wren.

"What are you afraid of, he's alone, we have three, the advantage is mine!"

One of them yelled, as if to embolden himself and his companions, and drew his dagger and stabbed at Wren.

Seeing this, the two companions slashed their heads, either with machetes or wooden sticks, at the door of Wren's head.

Wren raised his thorny shield in his left hand to block the stabbing short sword, and the long sword in his right hand swept aside, swinging the machete stick that had been smashed into him aside.

His strength of 16 points is not comparable to these gangsters who are only a little stronger than the townspeople!

Blocking the attack of the three of them lightly, Wren took a slight step back, raised his shield in his left hand, and smashed his head and face at the villain who had just spoken.

Heavy shield slammed and launched!

In a panic, the panicked villain subconsciously blocked the short sword in front of him.

"Ahh

With a scream, the villain's left arm blocked in front of him was smashed into a shattered fracture by Wren's blow, and the half-finger-length spike on the outside of the shield was slapped in the opponent's face by Wren.

Blood splattered, and before the villain could even snort, he fell to the ground, completely out of breath.

These guys are used to bullying the soft and afraid of the hard in the town, but where have they seen such a bloody scene, they are instantly frightened and their legs are weak.

"Great, sir, spare us!"

"We're forced too!"

The two bullies said in a trembling voice.

Spare you?

Wren sneered, his right hand shook, and the refined long sword was handed out instantly, piercing one of them in the other party's stunned eyes!

"You...... You're not...... Saint, Holy Warrior? ”

Looking at Rayne's eyes full of murderous intent, he felt that his life was passing quickly, and he spat blood in his mouth, and asked the question in his heart with difficulty.

"Who told you that paladins are all based on forgiveness as a virtue?"

A sinister smile broke out on Wren's face.

"I'm Ren, but the Black Knight who crawled back from hell for revenge!"

At the beginning, Andre Wren was careless and was robbed of his weapon by the other party, which ended up like that.

The original owner has already suffered a loss, and now if he is fooled again, wouldn't it be too stupid?

As for forgiving them?

That's what the Grim Reaper is supposed to do, and he, the Black Knight Rennes, is only responsible for sending them to the Grim Reaper!

Don't forget, there is no mercy for the villain, but it is one of the four creeds of the vengeful holy warriors!

"You, you're a demon, ah!"

Faced with the murderous Wren and the tragic deaths of his companions one after another, the string called "sanity" in the last bully's mind completely collapsed, he screamed, turned his head and ran into the distance.

He's going to stay away from this bloodthirsty demon!

"Tsk, sure enough! Thankfully, I was prepared. ”

Looking at the bald bully who was desperately trying to escape, Wren licked his lips unhappily, took out a short javelin from the dimensional bag, took a brief aim, and threw it at the opponent's back.

The paladins have undergone regular militarized training, whether it is improvised weapons or military weapons, they can be proficient in using them and can be used quickly.

Although the lethality is not as good as that of a soldier who specializes in weapons, the damage to non-professionals is still extremely considerable.

Seconds later, a scream pierced the night sky.

"Three people, only 1,800 points of experience," Wren's voice carried a hint of disgust, "However, mosquito legs are also meat!" ”

Not everyone can be a professional, these bullies are obviously not, and their challenge level is only level 2 under the bonus of team combat.

Wren shook his head, stepped over the corpses on the ground, and walked towards the abandoned manor.

He's not a ranger or a wanderer, he likes to sneak up on backstabbing the black hand, compared to it, kicking the door directly is obviously more simple and rude!

Just kick the door one by one, just kill the enemy one by one, how can there be so much mess and twists and turns!

Bang!

As the gate of the manor was kicked open by Wren, a bald gang member yelled and punched Wren.

A samurai monk who worked part-time as a fighter professional!

Fallen!

Wren's eyes suddenly sharpened.

The practice of a warrior monk is extremely arduous and requires perseverance in order to sharpen one's body, sharpen one's will, and strengthen one's heart.

But some warrior monks obviously couldn't bear this kind of practice, and finally chose to bow to the world and became degenerates.

However, looking at the posture of this guy jumping out first, you know that he is at most a level 1 warrior monk, and by the way, he has advanced to a level 2 fighter.

The strength of the warrior monk lies in the heart, and the warrior monk who is not strong in the heart is simply a rookie!

Wren snorted coldly, handed out the long sword in his hand, and instantly collided with the finger tiger on the opponent's fist.

Bang Dang!

Wren's body didn't move at all, but the other party took two steps back before he stood firmly, and a hint of surprise flashed on his face.

Unforgiving, Wren chased after the warrior monk with a big stride!

Take advantage of his illness to kill him!

What's more, the other party's part-time profession, whether it is a warrior monk or a boxer, is a cloth armor profession and cannot be equipped with armor.

There is no armor, as long as Wren can hit the opponent's vital point, then the one waiting for the opponent, even if he does not die, will lose his combat effectiveness!

With no way back, the warrior monk Tiger roared, crossed his arms, and locked the long sword in Wren's hand with his finger tiger.

Seeing that the weapon was locked, Wren smiled and decisively let go and retreated.

Wren's actions left the warrior monk a little confused.

Doesn't this guy know that without weapons, he will become the object of his own arbitrary manipulation?

However, the next moment, Wren's empty right hand swept towards his waist, and an uncertain long sword instantly appeared in his palm.

It's Wren's trophy, the Nether Sword of the Grey Dwarf Brothers!

Without waiting for the warrior monk to react, Wren flicked his wrist, and the gray sword light circled around his wrist in the blink of an eye!

The next moment, he felt his arms lighten as a heart-rending pain passed from his wrist to his brain.

"Ahh

The warrior monk clutched his broken wrist and howled.

Wren made a sword in his heart with a blank face, helping him end his pain.

Well, that's how we holy warriors like to help others.

"!"

Seeing that the warrior monk was killed in less than three seconds in front of Wren, the few professionals who had just arrived after hearing the sound instantly felt that their scalps were a little numb, and the momentum of rushing forward was a pause.

Wren glanced at the other party, four people, two wanderers, one warrior, and the last one was burly, a head taller than himself, who should be a barbarian.

With a hard stab at his feet, Wren pointed the corpse of the warrior monk in the direction of the warrior and the barbarian, and he himself lunged at the two wanderers.

If you want to kill, first kill the bloody crispy class!