The People Walking in Dungeons Are Surely Not Normal

Chapter 767 Pentakill

Although the crossbow arrow pierced my body, fortunately, because the distance was too close and the power of the crossbow arrow was too great, it penetrated directly through my shoulders and ribs. I even heard the sound of the crossbow arrow piercing my body. The sound of my muscles breaking. Although I could withstand it, the trauma at that moment was really not an ordinary pain.

But the pain in my body is far from stopping me from moving forward rapidly. If I can't kill the two of them in the shortest time, they will definitely make a move to escape when they react. By then, the scene will definitely be It will lead to a deadlock that is not good for me.

If you don't want to regret it, you can only grit your teeth and hold on for the last few seconds.

My hands were like knives, slicing across their bodies while I was intersecting with the two of them.

This time, I did not choose throat, because in their hands, they each held a shiny and sharp dagger. The sharp edge of the dagger rushed forward, waiting at any time. Once I put my hand close to their throat, I would hit them. My arm unleashes a thunderous strike.

With the sharpness of the dagger, I was really not sure whether the pair of gauntlets on my arms could protect my arms.

So, I chose to settle for the next best thing.

The two elves collapsed and collapsed.

Half of their arms were broken off and fell to the ground. On the same level as the broken arm, there was a penetrating wound on their flanks that spread over most of their bodies, like a crocodile's mouth, which was shocking.

Not far away, an elf with an arrow in his knee was still trying to escape. His steps were staggering and panicked, and his eyes were full of fear and despair.

Perhaps, from the beginning, he was not mentally prepared to die, but it was already too late.

The first thing a murderer must do is to be determined to die, because you can't predict at all whether the final result will be your own death or the death of the other person.

He leaned over and picked up the two powerful crossbows on the ground, cocked the bow, aimed at the escaping elf more than ten meters away, and pulled the trigger.

Boom boom!

There were two more soft sounds.

Two small crossbows accurately pierced his other knee and one arm.

While screaming, he fell heavily to the ground, rolling in pain.

However, this time, he did not choose to continue running away, but reached into his waist - he wanted to pull out the dagger and kill himself.

How can I do what he wants?

While he was struggling, the next powerful crossbow was already loaded with an arrow, followed by another soft sound.

His only remaining hand also became limp, and his limbs were unable to move, like a wriggling caterpillar, rolling in pain.

I didn't kill him directly because he was still useful.

I strode to the crypt, stretched out my hand, turned it into a hand knife, wrapped it with murderous intent, started from the exit, inserted it with force, then pulled it out, moved back a few inches, and inserted it again.

Just like this, I did it over and over again. After doing it almost twenty times, the gauntlet I pulled out was stained with blood.

It seems that the assassin who got into the cave is here.

Without hesitation, I thrust my hand in, and when I grabbed a cylindrical object, I jerked my hand out, and along with it, I also pulled out the cylindrical object - it was a cylindrical object. leg.

Then, half a body, and then a whole body.

Before I could see his face clearly, a silver light flashed, and I felt a coldness in my chest, followed by a burning tingling sensation.

A death struggle?

I tightened my eyes, fixed the spot, grabbed hard, pinched his throat directly, and asked in a cold voice: "Who are you, and why did you secretly kill me?"

The elf's eyes were fierce, and he suddenly stabbed the dagger deeply into his chest!

With painful groans and cruel eyes, he only struggled for a moment and died in my hands.

He pulled out the dagger, hot blood spurted out, and frowned slightly. To make sure, he flipped his wrist and slashed the dagger down, cutting off his head.

After that, five pits were dug and the five bodies were buried one by one.

After doing all this, I dragged the elf who had fainted from pain with one hand, and carried a large package with the other hand. In it were all the things I looted from six elves, including crossbows, daggers, and... Some bottles and some herbs.

After hiding all the way, I came to the Wren tree house, knocked on the window a few times, and then turned to the front door.

Soon, the door opened, I threw the elf in, and followed quickly in.

After closing the door, I threw the package at the door, poured a glass of water, and drank it in one gulp. Then I sighed, tore off a piece of damaged clothing, bit it hard, and then held two crossbow arrows in each hand. , push outward with force.

puff!

Blood splattered and the pain made my forehead and nose covered with sweat.

After the pain dissipated a lot, I spit out the rag in my mouth, took the water from Ren, took a swig, and then poured it towards the wound.

There was another stinging pain, and the blood from the wound was quickly washed away.

Seeing that the wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, I finally felt relieved and sat down on the sofa, gasping for air.

"Who is he?" Ren asked.

"Maybe they were from the assassination team," I said, "They followed me all the way, but I killed them."

"Have you been tricked?" He sneered.

"There is no way, there are six people on the other side, and the powerful crossbows at close range are not something I can dodge now."

"You are being humble." Renn poured me another glass of water: "In my opinion, you gave up dodging and wanted to annihilate them all in one fell swoop."

"Haha" I laughed dryly: "You have noticed it, but there is nothing you can do about it. If you don't do this, you will easily lose your tongue."

"You did the right thing," he said calmly, "If it were me, I would do the same thing, but my end will not be better than yours."

"Um?"

He pointed at my wound and said, "Your body's recovery ability is so strong that you can even compete with some monsters in the dungeon."

"If I said that my recovery ability was given to me by the monsters in the dungeon, would you believe it?" I asked him.

"Don't believe it." Renn picked up the unconscious elf and said, "They wouldn't be so kind."

I smiled, shook my head, and walked towards the door. Before I went out, I said, "I'm not in a hurry to get the results of the torture, so I'll try to ask more carefully."

Renn didn't reply, he just stopped for a moment and then slowly went down to the basement.

Returning to the street, I continued to move forward slowly. This time, there was no one following me behind me, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Carrying the heavy package, there was a soft jingling sound inside from time to time. I was wondering if I should tell Fenghuang and the others about this matter when I got home and tell them to be more vigilant.

Stopping in front of the door, taking a deep breath, I opened the door to my home.

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