"There are more than nine thousand." This is Sidra's response, "How many times can you block it?" ”

Wren withdrew his palm, and the wound healed quickly, but the healing magic that Alexia had prepared could not be repaired indefinitely.

"If the bet is lost, I will also be unable to escape death, what's the difference, it's better to fight now."

Sidra said no more and flashed to the other targets, and Wren was once again able to block at the cost of his injuries.

It wasn't until the figures of the two disappeared in this office that a scream could be heard from it.

And the two parties continued to compete, the two sides went back and forth, and the number of people rescued by Wren in a short period of time has reached more than seventy. It seems like a lot, but compared to the 10,000 people who gambled, it is still a drop in the bucket.

To make matters worse, he was close to running out of treatments.

As for the elk's power, he has not studied this power well enough, and will only use it in two ways at present:

Construct the kind of oak tree that can be restored forever, or attach power to some small object, so that after it is destroyed, it will slowly recover after a while.

It was also in the process of research that he found that no matter how the elk's power is used, there is always a big problem, the effect is too slow, and it always takes a while for the effect to occur.

In addition to the above two, if you want to talk about whether you can use the power on yourself, Wren basically rejects this idea.

If it really worked, the elk wouldn't have been forced by Sidra to turn into a spirit state and hide in a dream, and the wounds on its body would never heal.

What's more, now it's about saving people, and the most important thing is speed, which can't be delayed at all.

.......

Sidra also saw that Wren's style of play could not last long, and immediately launched a new round of attacks, targeting a man who was lying on the edge of the restaurant window to check the situation outside - the weather was so bad that of course there were no guests today.

But there are unexpected "visitors".

Sidra saw Wren reappear in front of him, the injury on his hand had not fully recovered, but he still raised his hand to block it, and it was not surprising that this would be the last person Wren saved.

Thinking of this, Sidra pushed the tip of the frustrated sword in his hand out.

Wren grabbed it with his injured hand, but just as he was about to make contact, Wren suddenly grabbed a white piece of wood in his other hand and stabbed it towards Sidra's chest.

"呲~"

Wren's brow furrowed, not only because the frustration pierced his left palm, but also because Sidra had blocked his "must-kill blow" in the same way.

The torrential rain poured down, washing the blood of the two men.

The two of them maintained almost the same posture, but at this time the mood of the two was not the same.

As I said to Alexia before, Wren's goal was to kill Sidra from beginning to end, he made such a big scene, constantly stimulated the other party with words, and used the frustration from the beginning, deliberately fighting to save people from injuries, all in order to paralyze Sidra, making him think that he only wanted to win by saving people's bets.

He did so much in exchange for this sneak attack, but Sidra was not surprised by this.

At this time, Sidra was expressionless, and pulled the frustration out of Wren's hands - he would not attack Wren again at this time, because the content of the bet was that he could only kill other people, and not specifically use Wren, except for the moment when Wren stood in front of him. But what Wren didn't expect was that after Sidra pulled out the frustration, he directly reached out and shook it, flying the tip of the sword to the side and plunging into a statue in the distance.

Then Sidra grabbed the piece of wood that pierced his palm with his free hand, broke it with force, and broke it alive, and then threw the broken piece aside.

"You've done a good job, but even though I'm now losing my mind and reflexes as a result of the decay of my life, I still remember that you had this piece of wood. Plus, it's the last time you'll hurt me. ”

The sneak attack failed, and Wren threw the broken pieces of wood aside.

As if sensing some pain, he suddenly gritted his teeth, and then said with a forced smile: "Have you given up the weapon?" There will be a price to pay for looking down on me. ”

Neither of them used weapons, and strictly speaking, Wren still had a bit of an advantage, although it was certainly still difficult.

Sidra looked at Wren's slightly tense expression: "You can't hold it anymore, I won." ”

I'm not sure if I can win Wren, but I won't be convinced: "Don't just say it, you haven't succeeded in killing a person yet." ”

The man who was standing by the window before then peeked his head out from under the window a little and looked at the two people outside the window: "You ......"

Wren leaned against the window and beckoned to him, "Boss, please pour a cup of hot tea." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Sidra and smiled, "How is it?" Since you're so confident of winning, don't mind waiting for me for a while, right? ”

Sidra really didn't move, just shook his injured palm and said calmly: "You can save up to five people." ”

This sentence is a response to Wren's previous sentence that he "has not succeeded in killing a person yet".

Wren first turned back to the boss who had shrunk back under the window and said, "Don't wait, go make tea, oh, bring this guy a cup too." On Brica's Wren, I think I'll make it back alive this time, and I won't owe you money. ”

The boss looked at the two people standing in the rainstorm, thinking that they suddenly appeared in front of him, and stabbed each other's palms when they didn't agree, and now they were still like they were fine, so they nodded quickly, and ran to make tea in fear.

Seeing him pass, Wren turned to Sidra and said, "Since you said so, why don't we change the content of our bet to whether I can save five more people?" ”

Sidra was silent.

Wren pouted: "Cut, blow hard, cowardice to death." ”

He also wanted to see if Sidra would really agree, but unfortunately the other party's brain was not bad enough to this extent.

Not long after, the boss brought two cups of hot tea, but when he wanted to hand it to Rennes, he hesitated: It's still raining outside, can you still drink this tea?

Wren didn't care, smiled and said thank you, took the two cups of tea from the boss's hand, handed one to Sidra, and then ignored the rain falling inside, drank it in one gulp, and returned the cup to the boss.

Sidra glanced at Wren, took a sip, and put the cup back on the windowsill.

"You ......"

The boss was about to say something, when the two people in front of him suddenly disappeared, just like they had suddenly appeared before.

Then he saw a person flying upside down from the opposite house, the one who had just asked him to make tea, but the figure of the other party disappeared again while he was still in the air, and then flew backwards from the roof of another house.

Seeing this, the boss swallowed his throat, silently closed the window, and shrank under the window.

After a few seconds, he reached out from below, opened the window and groped around on both sides of the windowsill, touched the teacup that Sidra had put down before, grabbed it and retracted it back into the room.

The windows were closed again.