My Heroic Life

Cursed Wrist Hassan said with a sigh, he let go of his body to expose the big tree behind him, and there, a dagger was stuck in the tree facing Roland.

"..."

"This is the short sword that I threw from the beginning. Its purpose is not only to kill you, but also to set up an area in advance that can definitely shine on you. My moving direction is calculated to induce you, and it is constantly You who attacked me had already lost the moment you got here."

Cursed Wrist patiently explained the reason why the short sword appeared here. It seemed that he hoped that Roland could understand it, and finally stretched out the deformed Satan's hand, saying like death:

"Then, it's over...the delusional heart sound!"

The assassin's low voice said the name of the treasure, and time passed...

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Ok?

"How come? My treasure..."

"Hey, you might as well look back, did that sword really shine on me?"

The calm and steady voice interrupted Hassan’s doubts. The cursed wrist raised his head and glanced at his calm opponent, then suddenly turned his head to confirm his short sword, and then he found a layer on the smooth short sword Something muddy.

is blood.

"Why, how could it be that time..."

"Yes, I painted it when I reached out and grabbed the sword. I know your treasure, so I have been guarding against all the metal products on your body from the beginning."

Roland curled up his mouth and looked at the stiff man and said:

"You said you were inducing me? No, I was deliberately induced by you. I knew from the beginning that you would appear there, and did you know that there is a skill called High Speed ​​God Word?"

The man raised his head, there was no wave in his eyes, only his confidence in victory.

"I told you, I have won."

"!"

The moment Roland said these words, Hassan woke up suddenly, his body retreated sharply, but a loud noise broke out under his feet before he succeeded.

"boom!"

The magic exploded and smoke billowed.

Chapter Fifty Brother, you have to live well

The smoke and dust of the magic trap explosion covered the field of vision, and the sand and dust rushed into the sky like a black rising dragon. At this moment, the dirt and stones turned into life-killing projectiles, spreading in all directions.

There is no doubt that Hassan stepped on the thunder, and the trap was activated at the moment Roland reminded him. Even if he had taken protective actions in advance, he was still driven by the long-lasting impact and broke two trees. In the end, It fell to the side of the grass like a rag.

"When I found out that you wanted to induce me to go this way, I understood your plan. When I shot you with a magic bullet, I had already set up a trap with the high-speed magic word skills there."

"As long as you still want to use the treasure to decide the victory or defeat, you will definitely appear there. The moment you step on that piece of land, the victory will already belong to me."

The magic bullet floating beside Roland gradually dissipated into the air. He stepped forward to the curse arm that fell on the ground and could not climb up. There was no ostentation in the tone of his speech, only the calmness and confidence to uncover the mystery to the loser.

Hassan raised his head, the mask that could never be taken off was still cold, but there were many other things under the inorganic mask.

There is no anger, unwillingness, only the shock and admiration of the difference.

This battle is fair. Both Hassan and Roland have absolute weaknesses and their respective advantages. The final result of this comprehensive competition of will, spirit, and strength, even if he loses. How much regret.

At least, this is more acceptable to Hassan than being defeated by those brainless guys who have gained the identity of the strong by virtue of their innate ability.

"Unexpectedly, there are people like you... do it."

The cursed wrist looked at Roland who had stopped five meters away, and the non-existent face under the mask couldn't help but chuckle. Yes, the opponent was so cautious that even if he couldn't move, he wouldn't come close. He was not wronged.

Roland, who kept a safe distance, was thinking about how to deal with this guy.

Due to the mute enchantment, the sound here will not spread. The battle between the two did not disturb nearby monsters. Roland also had time to think about it.

"Who is the employer behind the scenes...Even now, you probably wouldn't say it?"

"of course."

"Then I ask how about other things, like...how do you deal with my subordinates?"

Roland asked the question in his heart, squinted his eyes and stared at Hassan's white mask, and began to observe his emotional changes using various magic.

Yes, Roland has realized that there is a problem with the Greek heroes, and the reason is very simple. If there is no problem, Achilles' undead chariot would have slipped on his head twice.

They should have been attacked like him, but what is the situation?What's the matter with Achilles, who is almost uncertain?Are you being held back?It will never be...

"I won't confide a word about the mission, but..."

The curse arm Hassan paused for a moment, recalling this guy's behavior and attitude after victory in his mind, and he had to sigh from the bottom of my heart that he was really a good guy and a respectable opponent.

"All I can say is our code of conduct, and this code is well-known...that is, we will not kill non-target heroic units indiscriminately."

"...Is that so, I understand, thank you."

The curse of Hassan's words made Roland breathe a sigh of relief. As long as the world is still alive, there will be basically no major problems, and other situations can be solved by finding ways.

After hearing Roland's thank you, Hassan didn't make a sound again. He seemed to be waiting for death. However, to his surprise, after waiting for nearly ten seconds, Roland did not start.

"You are a worthy opponent."

The man who put the blood bottle in his hand in the waist belt said lightly:

"Whether it is the bravery and perseverance of rushing out of the herd with serious injuries, or the wisdom and perseverance shown in the process of tracking the battle with me so far, I respect you. I think this is an evenly matched battle. What do you think? "

"Haha, yes, it was not defeated by the strong among the heroic spirits, but defeated by the same weak as me. I am convinced of this and it is also my honor."

Cursed Wrist Hassan didn't expect Roland to feel this way too. There was a feeling of being a hero and a hero, but soon this feeling turned into surprise.

In front of him, Roland turned around and walked away.

"Wait, wait! What are you doing? I still have the strength to throw daggers."

"No, you won't. It's just an insult to the matchup to make this behavior after the victory has been divided. As for what I am doing, of course it is to leave."

"what?"

"Keep your life for yourself, I didn't say I wanted to kill you at first, did I?"

The man walked to the junction of the shadow of the trees and the sun, turned his head and showed a faint smile of sympathy, and then disappeared in the darkness like a silhouette, leaving only a word of goodbye in the ears of the fallen assassin.

"Goodbye, curse wrist."