Wren had already put on the Allenville armor and blocked Sidra's attack again, but he still felt like his whole body was about to fall apart, his arms began to tremble, and some bones should have broken if nothing happened.

But he laughed anyway: "Six." ”

Because Sidra had previously said that he could save up to five people.

Perhaps because of the unexpected result, Sidra didn't immediately look for the next target, but stopped and said, "Block two more times at most, and you'll die." ”

"You just said that."

Sidra was unmoved and was about to leave, but Wren spoke: "I suddenly thought of why you chose this city, the city of Ledians, as the location of our bet. ”

From the very beginning, Wren had been trying to attract Sidra's attention with his words, and he was now an extremely underdog, and he had to do everything he could to give himself more opportunities, even if it was the slightest bite.

It's a pity that Sidra never responded to Wren.

But this time, Sidra stopped and looked at Wren as if waiting for his explanation.

Wren breathed a sigh of relief: "If I'm not guessing, do you want to see if there will be a so-called ectopic creature?" In this way, maybe we can solve the problem of life exhaustion in our world to a certain extent? ”

Sidra did not deny it.

In order to give himself more time to adjust, Wren continued: "I heard that the huge gem left by that creature from before is still partially on the Elven Throne, so is it possible to find some clues through that gem?" ”

"I've seen that gem, it's just that kind of biologically distorted head skelet, and it's useless."

"Not necessarily, you're intellectual... I mean, although you are very strong, you are not good at this aspect of knowledge, and if you can't find it, it doesn't mean that others can't. Why don't we take a break and I'll do the math for you? ”

“......”

"Don't be in such a hurry to refuse, that gem is useless, there may be another way? Like you said, it's still early before the end of the world, as long as you find a way before the real destruction, isn't it? ”

"It's useless to say more, I've already looked for all possible solutions, and only by doing what I say can I prolong the existence of this world."

Wren found this Sidra, and when you wish he was in his right mind, he wasn't normal, like he was completely irrational and didn't listen to persuasion. But when you want him to be mentally unright, he doesn't fall for you at all.

After saying that, the two fought for another round, and Wren was even more injured, and he felt the pain in his chest as he inhaled.

But he still stubbornly stood in front of Sidra and met the opponent's fist.

"As I said, this is the last one."

Sidra has already seen that Wren is now at the end of the crossbow, and if he is hit by himself again, even if he does not die, he will have no ability to resist.

He saw Wren stretch out two arms towards his fist, but he didn't care, he had confirmed it several times before, under his own strength, Wren could not restrain himself with the strength of his hand alone.

You have to use your body to block it.

Not to Sidra's surprise, after Wren stretched out his hands, the whole person also pounced, and his two arms failed to catch Sidra's fist, and he was punched hard in the left shoulder.

The armor suddenly dented, and the touch of broken bones came, and at this moment, Sidra felt that this gamble could be declared over, and it was impossible for Wren to ......

This time, however, Wren didn't fly out.

Sidra tilted his head slightly, knowing why: behind Wren there were several thick oak trees supporting him.

At this time, the oak had completely burst open, but with Wren himself unloading most of his strength, he was finally not knocked away.

But what's the point?

The injuries will not weaken, and the next attack on Rennes will be too late anyway.

Sidra was about to leave to look for his next target, when he suddenly saw a pair of elk antlers emitting a ghostly light growing on Wren's forehead, and at the same time, the power belonging to the elk god suddenly skyrocketed. Around the two of them, oak trees grew wildly, encircling Sidra in all directions.

Others, like the oaks that were propped up behind Wren's back, pressed against Sidra from all around, restricting his movements.

And Wren's two arms that were originally holding Sidra's hands did not relax, and while grabbing it, oak also grew from his hands, which quickly stretched along Sidra's arms, and spread to Sidra's whole body in the blink of an eye, as if it was completely locked.

"The injury is too bad, are you also delirious? That elk is no match for me, and you think these things can stop me? ”

Sidra shook his body, and the oak that trapped him cracked in an instant, but when he tried to withdraw the hand that Wren had caught, he didn't pull it back in the first place.

The other party grabbed it and used his power to recreate the oak trees.

Maybe it's because the overall situation has been decided, although he can directly withdraw his arm by brute force, Sidra said indifferently: "The gambling contract only restricts me from directly killing you, but when you take the initiative to block it, I can take measures to break free from the obstruction, which means that if you don't let go, I can consider killing you directly." ”

From the front of the branches and leaves, Wren's voice pretended to be relaxed: "Then you can try." ”

Sidra stopped talking, and swung his other fist into the opposite direction, as the oak that had trapped him was once again broken.

However, with a swing of his fist, a long sword stabbed diagonally from beneath the flying branches and leaves, and pointed it straight at Sidra's heart.

Allenville.

This sword Wren had been useless for a long time, and had previously been transformed into a guitar by the doppelganger Sidra, and in the past few days he had changed it back. At this time, Wren actually summoned the Elrenville longsword, and raised his knee against the hilt of the sword, pushing and stabbing at Siddra.

But... Failed.

Sidra's reaction was so swift that he narrowly sideways to avoid the blow, even though his view was obscured by scattered oak foliage and he was swinging his fist forward.

Alrenville's sword pierced the air, and because it was moved by its legs, it flew straight out and landed in the oak tree behind Sidra.

On the contrary, it was Wren, who also received a punch from Sidra in the right shoulder, and his whole arm suddenly hung down weakly.

What's even worse is that Sidra has to make up for the "sword" at this time: "I really didn't expect this sword, but even if that sword hits, it can't seriously hurt me, so now I still win." ”

Wren gritted his teeth and said, "That's a lot of nonsense. ”

His body was crumbling, and he was resting entirely on oak.

Seeing this, Sidra was finally sure this time that there would be no more surprises: "Now I'm going to kill the first person I killed today." ”

"Really? I don't think you can kill anyone today. ”

Wren's laughter came from within the armor, and for some reason, Sidra felt that the smile in his tone this time was slightly different from the one he had forced before.

But he still didn't care, and after a few contacts, he almost knew one of Wren's characteristics: a hard mouth.

However, just as he was about to leave, two arms suddenly grabbed his shoulders, and before Sidra could react, he instantly felt a pain in his heart.

Sidra looked down and saw a long cut in his chest, and the whole thing was pierced.

The cause of all of this was a miniature elk spirit with a white piece of wood on its antlers, which pierced Sidra's heart and then vanished after continuing to rush forward for some distance, and the white piece of wood landed on the ground behind Sidra—a complete piece.

Sources of Spirits and Wood Chips.....

Sidra's lowered head lifted slightly, and he saw the rib cage in Wren's abdomen, and there was an same wound on his armor.

"I see.....

Sidra suddenly understood why Wren's expression had become a little tense after the wood chips had been broken by him, and he seemed to be in pain.

for ever...

The old ones were destroyed, and new pieces of wood were created in Wren's body.

Sidra: "The deer ......"

Wren forced himself to endure the pain and smiled: "What an old coward, the two of us were yin again." But you still underestimated me, and forgot to tell you that when I'm wearing armor is the best time I'll lie, ha... Ha. ”