Chapter 984 Noble Race

I looked at the small blackboard in front of the adventurer base. I saw that there were still ten minutes until the next competitive match, and the venue of the match was not far from here, so I walked towards the arena while strolling.

When I was approaching the arena, I saw Ren again dressed in a cloak, and he was also walking towards the arena.

I walked a few steps quickly, came behind him, and called him: "Ren."

Ren's body trembled, and he turned his head sharply. When he saw it was me, he relaxed: "So it's you."

He looked me up and down several times: "Are you here to watch the game too?"

I nodded: "You too?"

He chuckled and said, "You know why you're asking."

I grinned: "Actually, I came to watch the game mainly because I was too bored and didn't know where to go to kill the time. What about you?"

Ren said: "I want to study more about the fighting style and fighting methods of elf adventurers so that I can use them in the future."

"This idea really suits your status," I laughed.

Afterwards, seeing no one around, I asked him in a low voice: "What's the result of the training of those elves?"

"It's still early, and we can't see the results now," Ren said. "Cultivating assassins is like cultivating fruit. You never know whether it is sour or sweet until it matures."

I nodded repeatedly in agreement: "Ah, speaking of it, I'm quite looking forward to it~"

Ren said: "I am also looking forward to their growth."

"Oh, by the way." I suddenly remembered something, which was the duel between the assassins trained by Lillea and Renn, so I asked him: "What about the elf assassin you trained? What are the chances of winning if you fall in love with an assassin trained by my fiancée?"

Ren was silent for a second and said: "The assassins who graduate from me will not lose to the high-end assassins of any organization."

"Then I can win~" I said with a smile: "That's good, I can safely and boldly put all my pocket money on your side."

Wren:.

The arena was already full of elves who came to watch the game. It took a lot of effort for Ren and I to find two seats next to each other in the most inconspicuous place. After sitting down side by side, we waited for the game to start.

However, before the game started, a paper ball fell on my lap.

I frowned and looked back again. There were people coming and going, and I couldn't tell which one threw the paper ball at me.

He picked up the ball of paper and unfolded it. There were a few lines of small words written on it: Someone is watching us.

When I was confused, Ren's rough and old left hand was exposed, clenched into a fist, and then slowly stretched out his index finger and shook it twice.

I understood that this paper ball was thrown to me by him in order to make me alert to my surroundings.

I naturally threw the paper ball into my pocket, leaned back, leaned on the back of the seat, put on a normal expression, and looked at the field calmly.

After knowing that I am being watched, I will not panic, be at a loss, not be nervous, or even be alert. Only in this way can I deceive those who are watching me.

My expression was calm and I was chatting and laughing as usual, but I was already furious: Damn it, if Ren hadn't been so alert, I wouldn't have known that someone was following and monitoring me! This is really fucking fucked up. Who knows when they started following me. Maybe it started last night, or maybe even longer ago. Anyway, no matter when it started, they started following me. The thing is certain.

Damn it, I can't get away right now, so you try your best to make trouble for me. When my assassination team is set up and all the battle puppets are completed, let's see if I don't catch you one by one and throw them to Everyone will be crushed to death under the puppet's feet!

After waiting for a while, the game started.

The lineup of elf adventurers on both sides looks very similar. Two fully armed elf warriors take the lead, three agile warriors are responsible for cutting in, two priests are in the middle for mid-range treatment, and then two shooters provide constant interference. In sight, there are finally three magicians, using magic to disrupt the opponent's camp.

At the same time as the opening ceremony, the vanguards of the two sides crashed into each other at a fast speed, aiming at their feet, with a faint ball of light attached to them.

Ren turned his head and said, "Did you see the light on the warrior's feet? It's magic used to increase speed. This magic is very useful, especially when a surprise attack is needed."

With the blessing of accelerating magic, the two knights rushed in front of each other in a few breaths, then raised their shields and collided hard.

Boom!

The loud noise of the two sets of shields colliding almost simultaneously, and the harsh sound instantly spread throughout the venue.

In the next second when the shields were locked in a stalemate, six agile warriors from both sides jumped out from behind the heavy-armored warriors. Their weapons collided more than a dozen times at the moment when they were staggered. After landing smoothly, the six agile warriors did not continue to move forward. , blasting the rear of each other's team, but turned around and slashed at the agile warrior facing them.

For a moment, four fully armed adventurers were in a stalemate with shields, and six agile adventurers started fighting with their respective knight swords. The scene was very exciting.

I held my chin and asked in a low voice: "Why don't they just move forward and kill each other's rear camps?"

Ren explained in a low voice: "Because they claim to be a noble race, and the so-called noble race will only kill the enemy in the rear after killing the enemy in front of them."

"Although this kind of thing sounds cool, to be honest, this way of fighting is really stupid and naive. If you encounter that kind of guy who only fights in the back row, he will be killed almost immediately. .”

Renn shook his head: "According to my investigation, I came to the conclusion that no elf adventurer should be underestimated. They are all masters in close combat."

I asked Ren in a low voice: "Then those elves I killed before weren't masters?"

Ren chuckled lightly: "It turns out that you have only regarded yourself as an ordinary adventurer. With your experience and your weird combat skills, your strength is already the best among the younger generation."

After hearing this, I was surprised and said: "Is it that powerful?"

Ren nodded slightly.

I thought for a moment and continued to ask: "Aren't you trying to flatter me?"

Ren chuckled: "Am I that boring?"

After that, we continued to watch the game.

In the current situation of the field, the clash of shields and the clash of swords seemed to have become the main theme of the battle. Behind them, the shooters and magicians stood motionless, nervously watching the fighting in front of their teams.

Only the priests are the busiest characters in the rear. They have to constantly treat the injured and injured team members on the front line, and at the same time, they have to give them specific auxiliary status so that they can fight for a longer period of time.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but want to complain: This is not a competition between two teams! This is basically a big competition between the two teams of priests!