Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 752 Curse Wrist, Arash
Climb over mountains and ridges, eat and sleep in the open.

After walking for almost two days, everyone finally approached a peach blossom garden hidden on the back of a certain mountain in the deep mountains.

"Be careful, there is an ambush!"

Da Vinci's pretty face showed vigilance, and Chaldea's detector showed that there were unknown servants lurking nearby.

"Shhhhhh!"

The cold light flickered, and when the refugees continued to advance to a certain distance, a row of throwing knives suddenly shot out from between the nearby rocks!

Flying knives seemed to be warning, and they were neatly inserted on the ground in front of the refugees who led the way, and the blades were shining coldly.

"Stop, who are you?"

A figure wearing a white skull mask and a black robe stopped in the middle of the mountain road directly in front of the refugee team.

As a killer, he actually blocked the road openly in the middle of the road. From this look, he got the essence of Mr. Wang Ha.

And from the surrounding rocks and bushes, a large group of mountain people wearing white turbans sprang out.

Holding bows and arrows, they aimed at Ren and his group.

At this time, the bows and arrows in their hands had already been drawn, and they surrounded the refugees from all directions. The leader was a heroic spirit wearing blue leather armor and holding a scarlet longbow.

The archer has black hair and black eyes, and a bright smile. He and the Assassin, who is wearing a white skull mask and has a stick-shaped right hand, are obviously the leaders of this group.

Hassan, the "Loyalty and Justice" mantra, and Arash, the famous hero in the Middle East... Ren in the crowd recognized these two at a glance.

Da Vinci glanced at the two servants of the East Village:
"Hi everyone, I am an almighty genius——Da Vinci, from the Human Security Organization 'Chaldea', and I came here specifically to restore this singularity..."

There is no need to hide it. After judging that the Lion King and the Round Table in the holy capital cannot negotiate peacefully, Chaldea can only cooperate with the people of the mountain and Egypt.

This singularity is completely out of control, and it cannot be repaired by obtaining the Holy Grail of the Magic King, and the abnormality and distortion of the human body will never disappear without defeating the Holy Spear Goddess.

Ka... what bottom?

Those ordinary soldiers were dumbfounded, and Arash and Curse Wrist looked at each other with a little surprise in their eyes, and the latter still took a step forward.

Hassan's alien right arm was covered with layers of black cloth, only his well-proportioned left hand was exposed.

His eyes swept over the hundreds of refugees one by one, and stayed for a few seconds on the leaders Da Vinci and Fujimaru Tachika, especially the school girl in purple knight armor.

Seeing the shield with the mark of the holy capital, he fixed his gaze:
"...Never mind the truth, Ms. Da Vinci, why are you bringing so many people here?"

"Of course they went to the East Village. These are the refugees we rescued at the Holy Baptist Ceremony. The solemn knights of the Holy Capital massacred those who failed... I hope you can resettle them."

Da Vinci told the truth about "Holy Bat".

"So that's the case. No wonder I never heard of anyone coming back after participating in the Holy Baptism."

"I thought it was all accepted, but it turns out..."

"The Lion King is insane!"

Although I had guessed before, I heard that those solemn knights in the holy capital besieged and killed those who failed the election, so most of them went without any news. The ordinary mountain warriors all showed shock, with fear and resentment in their eyes. .

Even if those Saracens who chose to participate in the "Sacred Pulling" ceremony abandoned their villages and relatives, they could understand that this was for survival, but now they are being slaughtered...

The curse wrist knew this well, sighed, and then said in a cold tone:
"Sorry, I'm afraid your hopes will come to nothing, please go back!
It is very difficult just to feed the villagers in the village. Although your experience makes people feel sympathetic, but if you accept these hundreds of refugees, the residents in the village will starve..."

Hearing this refusal, the faces of the refugees who followed Chaldea couldn't help showing despair.

"Haha...Your Excellency Curse Wrist, don't say that."

Arash, a strong archer, put away his bow and jumped directly from the boulder beside the mountain path. He reached out and patted Hassan on the shoulder, laughing heartily.

"I know you want to test them... But anyway, you will soften your heart in the end, why bother to make such a villainous face on purpose.

Food can be found, but life is priceless. Let them go to the village to rest first. At worst, I will go to the mountains to hunt a few more times. "

Hassan, who was originally maintaining a majestic posture, couldn't hold back:

"Your Excellency Arash, you are still so straightforward.

But life is not easy, and life is becoming more and more difficult. We must at least let these new compatriots understand the difficulties in the village. "

The refugees were relieved to see that the curse wrist confessed and stopped singing red faces.

Saved.

But when the eyes of the curse wrist saw Xiaobei, the voice became harsh again:

"Refugees can enter, and Hassan the Hundred Faces also told us about Chaldea... But, you, your aura is exactly the same as the Knights of the Round Table in the holy capital, you are not welcome here!"

Indeed, Beckham has some similarities with Gawain and Lancelot in terms of armor, clothing and magic power.

As the man of the mountain who is very good at observing words and expressions, analyzing information, and is particularly sensitive to breath, it is not difficult to notice this.

Faced with the sudden attack of the mountain man, Bedivere, the knight of the round table, took a deep breath, put his left hand on his chest and said solemnly:

"...Mr. Hassan Sabah, maybe you will not believe my words as a member of the Knights of the Round Table, but at least for now, my goal is the same as yours!"

"Defeat the Knights of the Round Table and enter the Holy City to confront the Lion King face to face... This is what I want to do too!"

"I swear on the honor and name of the knight, I will definitely help you fix this singularity that shouldn't exist!"

Seeing the consequences of his previous mistakes, the knight became more and more remorseful.

What he saw and heard at this singularity made him more determined to defeat the Lion King (King Arthur)!

"This one……"

Hassan was a little moved by this resolute speech that risked his life and dignity. It didn't look like a lie.

He felt embarrassed, and he hesitated and feared to accept it.

Because he couldn't afford to gamble, if he made a mistake in his judgment, the entire East Village would be buried with him and trampled down by the knights of the holy capital.

"Old Man of the Mountain, there is no need to hesitate, I will vouch for him."

Ren, who had been silent just now, suddenly spoke and walked out of the crowd.

???

Hassan the Cursed Wrist was startled, his body tensed, and the pupils of Arash, who was holding a longbow beside him, also shrank.

The man has black hair and blue eyes, handsome appearance, wearing a black windbreaker, and the magic power is perfectly restrained. Standing there, he blends into nature like a breeze.

The man in the windbreaker was obviously a follower, but before he spoke, even standing in front of them, they subconsciously regarded him as an ordinary refugee and ignored him.

"It's really fierce..."

Hassan's heart shuddered as soon as he came into contact with those eyes that looked like the blue starry sky.

As an assassin, he is very sensitive to murderous intent and the smell of blood. At first glance, the man in front of him looks harmless to humans and animals, but when he carefully perceives it, he looks like a blood-bathed killing god Shura, with a terrifying power.

The butcher on the battlefield is extremely tyrannical, but fortunately... he is the man in the portrait given by Hassan Baimao.

'This is a first-class archer, at least proficient in archery...'

Arash, the archer, came to a different conclusion. His eyes made contact with Ren's, and then stayed on his palm for a moment.

"It turned out to be Mr. Ren. Since you said so, there is no problem. Please go to the village to talk about it. It is just during this time that Baimao and Ai──"

Hassan the Cursed Wrist said respectfully, but he stopped suddenly because he was afraid of being distracted by people, and did not continue to mention the matter of Egypt.

In fact, he didn't know the origin of Ren, the Assassin, but as Baimao said—if he didn't have a strong and trustworthy ally, the first generation of adults would not be able to give the token as a gift.

It is enough to know this, and the incident of someone making a scene in the holy capital a few days ago can't be faked.

Ren was about to reply when, at this moment, Shalia, a young woman who had always kept herself safe, suddenly came out from the crowd, staring blankly at the somewhat familiar figure in front of her:
"Hanam, is that you?"

"...!!!"

Cursed Wrist turned his head to Sallya with some stiffness.

The beautiful young woman took off the veil on her face, and her son, the innocent Lu Shide also looked at him curiously.

Lu Shide tilted his head, and said expectantly:
"Uncle Hanam? Mom always mentions you."

Curse wrist: "..."

Although he was wearing a white skull mask, he might have felt guilty. The old man of the mountain immediately turned his back and retorted in a low voice:

"Ma'am, you have misunderstood the person. I have never heard of Hanam. I am Hassan Sabah, one of the leaders of the Assassin sect known as Hassan the Cursed Wrist!"

Everyone: "..."

Who would believe it? Your words are too self-deprecating.

Anyway, I have a friend...

'There is adultery. '

Master Ren, Da Vinci, and Arash all looked stunned.

Among Hassan who was summoned to this era, most of them are people who have nothing to do with this era, except for one person, that is Hassan, the cursed arm in front of him.

The history of the Assassins is not too short.

During the Ninth Crusade, Hassan the Cursed Wrist happened to be active. As a "wild servant", he was summoned to his hometown by the restraining force, but he never told anyone this little secret.

Compared with the other [-] generations who have their own unique skills, or Hassan with extraordinary talents, Curse Wrist was originally just an ordinary person.

But he wanted to make himself extraordinary and leave a deep mark in history as "Hassan Sabah".

So he left his childhood sweetheart who was talking about marriage, and Hanam went to the headquarters of the Assassin Order alone to receive strict training.

In order to inherit the name of Hassan, he transplanted the arm of the demon "Saiyi Tuo Nai" to his right arm. Since then, he has become no longer ordinary, and the name of Hassan, the cursed arm, has been passed down to the world.

Although he successfully fulfilled his dream, Curse Wrist still misses the woman he abandoned from time to time.

This is the greatest regret and guilt in his life.

Sally, who appeared in front of the cursed wrist at this time, is not...

"No, I won't admit it wrong! Although...the appearance...has completely changed, but this is your...voice, I can't hear it wrong!"

Sally was a little incoherent with excitement.

She is actually from the East Village, but she has been married to the holy land of Jerusalem for six or seven years.

After all, the curse wrist left her behind, and when she was old, there was no other way but to marry her as a weak woman elsewhere.

"It's been six or seven years, the curse wrist has changed beyond recognition, and he still has 'breath blocking'... She can still judge his identity from the voice, if this is not love..."

Ren complained in a low voice, and took out a bag of popcorn from "Infinite Arms".

The soap opera at eight o'clock is also a good way to pass the time.

I still remember that Kesha also asked him, if one day she changed into another appearance and posture, would he still be able to recognize her at a glance.

[Is the other look pretty?If it was an ugly monster, I might not recognize it...]
A certain person didn't give such a straightforward answer, but she threw it from the window sill on the second floor into the trash can at the entrance of the villa...

"Is there any more? Can you give me a bag."

The hero Arash came up and looked curiously at the popcorn in Ren's hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, the great hero of ancient Persia."

Ren glanced at him and gave him a bag from the space door.

Arash Kamango, translated into English is Archer Arash, the origin of the job name Archer.

He is the most well-known legendary figure in ancient Persia. Although he is not very famous in the world, he is a great hero that almost everyone in the Middle East knows.

According to legend, Arash ended the decades-long war between Persia and Turku with an arrow that tore the earth.

Where his arrow landed became the dividing line between the two countries.

According to legend, Arash's body is extremely strong. He has never been injured on the battlefield in his life, nor has he suffered from any disease since birth.

This legend was sublimated into Arash's inherent skill after he became a heroic spirit—Strength EX, which has a super strong resistance to attack that is unimaginable for ordinary heroic spirits.

After being hit by Lancelot's "Yangtze River Electric Welding", he can still get up and zoom in. The invincible Gao Wen's ability to resist blows is no more than that.

In contrast, Cui Sad, who was knocked down by Rennes' laser, was much more fragile.

Arash was also polite, took out the delicious popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth:
"It's not a great hero, I'm just a third-rate heroic spirit."

Ren: "..."

It seems that another archer──Red A also said that he is a third-rate heroic spirit, and then he took six lives of Uncle B...

Once these "third-rate heroic spirits" start fighting, the TOP may not be able to get anything cheap from them.

"Hey, do you know about this?"

Ren admired the embarrassment of Hassan, who had overturned in front of the woman, and asked the archer happily.

"I thought it was a bit strange before. He (Curse Wrist) knows too much about this era. It turns out that this is the land where he was active during his lifetime. This feeling is amazing."

Arash, the archer, was eating popcorn while watching Shalia excitedly grabbing the black robe by the cursed wrist, shaking his head in order to let the heartless man admit his identity.

This is the fiancée who was reluctantly abandoned at the beginning. Curse Wrist never thought that he could meet her again after becoming a heroic spirit.

"How do you think he will solve it?"

Ren stuffed popcorn into his mouth, feeling unsatisfied, and took out two bottles of Coke from "Infinity Arms".

"He might run away... This man is sometimes a ruthless killer, but he is extremely affectionate to his fathers, fellow villagers and old friends...

This is strong enough, ha~, I have never drunk this kind of drink. "

Arash analyzed, took his Coke, took a sip and found it very refreshing.

Unsurprisingly.

Hassan the Cursed Wrist failed in his sophistry, and he really couldn't stand the resentful eyes of his childhood sweetheart. In the next second, he turned into a spirit body and quickly disappeared in front of everyone.

No one could catch his whereabouts, except Ren who had the "Eye of Delusion".

Very clever breath-blocking ability, at least reached A+ level, right?

Seeing the cursed Hassan "running away" and the unwilling Shalia, many mountain warriors wanted to laugh but didn't dare.

"Cut, heartless scumbag,"

Ren made a sarcastic remark, not necessarily a mockery.

It's just that a certain person often overturns his car in front of women, and he gloats when he sees other people overturning his car──[Hahahaha, head king, you have a day too! ]

Thinking of Hassan, the super god's cursed arm on the HF line of the Five Wars, but here he is deflated at the speed of light.

Ren can't help feeling a little bit emotional, women are tigers...

But with the curse wrist running away, Arash was left to clean up the mess.

"Uh?"

The big hero who was left on the scene was a little embarrassed. As the number two person in East Village, he scratched his head helplessly.

If you can't solve it, you can't just blame him.

The popcorn and Coke tasted bad all of a sudden, and Arash didn't know how to comfort Shalia when she saw her eyes were red and she was a little lost.

He had no choice but to change the subject in a hurry, and said to everyone:

"Everyone, please come with me first, it looks close, but it's still about an hour away from East Village.

The road in the mountain is steep, please pay attention to your steps..."

Everyone started to continue on their way, down the mountain, to the hidden village on the back of the mountain.

Ren, Tachika Fujimaru, and Da Vinci talked with Arash as they walked, and learned about the general situation of East Village.

As the curse wrist said, the food reserves in East Village are not optimistic.

After accepting these hundreds of refugee teams, the food crisis faced by the village will become more serious, and the water source will also be in short supply...

Although the decisive battle with the Holy Capital is about to begin, it is best to maintain sufficient supplies during this period. After all, an army composed of ordinary mountain people will also contain the solemn knights of the Holy Capital.

'food? '

Ren thought about it. There is a heroic spirit in the sixth singularity who can use a treasure to make rice. It seems to be a disciple of Xuanzang Sanzang. Where is that guy?

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the sunset is like blood.

The twilight brilliance made the mountain blush, and the village located on the back of the mountain looked old, quiet and serene.

On a smooth journey, East Village finally arrived.

(End of this chapter)