Swapping places with the magical space markers he had made when he heard the reminder from his ancestors, the tall and slender figure that had been standing there long before the building collapsed...

The remnants of the arcane box dissipated around her, and the pure white and flawless golden royal court dress had traces of being stained with dust, but under the brilliant golden hair like the sun, those blue eyes looked up at Fang Ran standing on the ruins without wavering!

On one side of the ruined mansion and on the other side of the bustling city, the contrast between the dusty platinum dress and the messy black suit is stark and stark.

When he covered the side of his shoulder, when he had just activated the divine technique of spatial reversal, the wound scraped by the shattered and splashed rubble, the power of the elf slowly healed his wound.

Just raising his gaze to look at the black-haired young man standing at the top of the ruins not far away, with the entire collapsed Lanthor Mansion in the background, Osfia raised his chin and stared at him angrily with his blue eyes flashing with calculation.

"You pretender, deceive others with false disguises, is this your plan?"

"Compared to the way you used to look, is this your real side now?"

Originating from the blood of the former nobles, the spirit and character inherited from the teachers and elders, full of yearning for the awe-inspiring and righteous beauty of the ancestors, Osfiya could not accept Fang Ran's practice of blinding them with weakness and evasion at first, and then tearing through the camouflage and launching a fatal blow with a trap.

This is a national war, a stage where participants from both sides represent their respective countries, and in her view, it is an arena for a dignified duel, not a stage for unscrupulous night battles for victory.

Thinking that if there was no reminder from the ancestors, if there was no magic space mark set in advance, he would be like Neil, even if he tried his best to escape, he would be defeated by the other party because he had no strength to resist, this time the extremely important plan originally wanted to show himself in front of the reawakened ancestor Osfia, so he bit his lip and rolled in his heart with unwillingness and humiliation.

But looking at the young man standing on the top of the ruins looking down on him, with black hair in a suit and holding a Tang knife, the education he has been receiving still makes Osfiya unable to say anything unpleasant, and can only watch him speak with contempt and contempt in a cold voice:

"You coward who only runs away from beginning to end, a liar who only uses this trap!"

And listening to the beautiful opposite sex on the other side of the crossroads, raising her snow-white chin and spitting out beautiful pronunciation of syllables, although she couldn't understand her language, she looked at her expression like that, the kind of angry and angry expression that she found herself in a trap, Fang Ran, who had seen a lot before, could probably guess what she was saying to herself.

Stepping on the top of the ruins at the bottom of the Lanteho Mansion where only three or four floors were intact, Fang Ran exhaled lightly The lack of blood supply that had stopped her heart just now was slightly relieved, and then she explained a sentence that was not an explanation, knowing that the other party would definitely understand, he looked down at her calmly and spoke:

"I can't beat all three of you at the same time, so that's the only way to win."

But in Osfiya's ears, he was only heard emphasizing the reason that 'there are three of you, so it is reasonable for me to do this', the wound healed, her blue eyes stared at Fang Ran tightly, her voice had returned to calm, and she proudly straightened her spine and slowly lowered her voice and spoke:

"You think that's what you win?"

With a flick of the arm holding the prayer staff, the staff of the arcane machine vanished!

The bright golden long hair made the eyes look as blue and beautiful as the sky, and Osfia reached into the space beside him with his right hand, and slowly pulled out the second arcane box, the outline faintly flickering!

She even has a second Arcane Box!?

Seeing this scene, all the people watching the battle were shocked in their hearts, the national war is quite strict for the things that are allowed to be put into the arcane box, first of all, it must be composed of its own conventional combat power and at the same time belong to an external force outside itself, and there can be no repetition of a certain type of items, it is not allowed to carry multiple technological side armor to rely on external forces that do not belong to oneself to disrupt the balance, and it is also not allowed to carry multiple mysterious side and special items that are not oneself.

Based on the fact that the participants generally do not have so many external reasons for the conventional strength composition, they don't choose this reason if they want to bring more hole cards, so the participants in the war are basically only one Arcane box with the usual technology armor, and some people who are not used to bringing these are even more directly none.

But to everyone's surprise in the night game, Osfia on the screen at this moment actually has a second arcane box!?

And what surprised them even more was that it wasn't the same technological armor as the two before!

The beautiful golden hilt ring is wrapped around the dreamy and hazy forest light points, with an ethereal and mysterious while having a brilliant brilliance like her long hair, the silver-white sword body is larger and wider than the ordinary Western sword, and the body is inscribed with mysterious patterns.

This splendid and gorgeous sword was swept away by the cold of Osfia's one hand, and all the collapsed smoke and dust in front of her dissipated!

The two-handed sword, which was somewhat incompatible with her figure, gave her an irreplaceable prayer staff, not a weak clergyman but the heroic posture of a Vatican arbitrator!

"Surprising, or surprised why I was able to put two mysterious side items into the Arcane Crate?"

Holding a splendid sword that was completely incommensurate with her temperament, Osfiya looked at Fang Ran who was holding the Tang Dao, her eyes were cold, and her voice was cold:

"Originally, I was only providing support and assistance to others in this national war, so I chose the Arcane Prayer Staff, and I put this sword into the Arcane Box for the sake of fairness to your night game..."

Standing on the bustling cross street of London, the figure in a platinum dress raised a brilliant sword, and the tip of the sword was aimed at the ruins like an oath duel, holding a Tang knife and a straight young man in a black suit.

Twists and turns, the ups and downs of the situation, this unforgettable portrayal makes people freeze in their hearts.

"It's my exclusive weapon, the Elven Forest!"

And what everyone didn't expect was that this time even Fang Ran unexpectedly opened his eyes slightly,

In the next second, Osfia threw it high and let go of the hilt of the sword, letting it be entangled and submerged by countless elven currents of air, and closed his eyes in his heart.

/ The forest of dreams that does not exist in the world / The spirit elements that reverberate and laugh / Walk through the corridor path surrounded by the mist of the stream / Fly over the water surface of the waterfall and flowers /

Watching the air currents of purple and red, emerald green, red gold and other colors echo and fly in front of Osphia, dancing for her as if it was some kind of living life, blowing her hair and kissing her beautiful face, and then welcoming the elven forest above that is submerged in magnificent colors, as if opening the door to something!

"Could this be..."

In the viewing room, even the same party didn't know that she had such an ability, and when she thought of something, she couldn't help but glance at the white-haired woman beside her, and the handsome blond young man pointed at the screen in disbelief and opened her mouth stunned.

"Almost like an urban legend, it is said to be the rarest category of all the forms of weapons exclusive to participants..."

In the night game viewing room, even if there is no sound on the virtual screen, his ability seems to have heard the sound of some kind of creature waking up, recalling that there is no corroboration on the intelligence interface of the night network, and the almost rumor-like information recovery can't help but murmur in surprise.

/ O lord of the ancient forest who guards this dream / Answer my call /

"Exclusive armament for biological forms!?"

/ Come! /

As if to confirm everyone's exclamation of speculation, Osfia opened her blue and beautiful eyes again, and looked at Fang Ran coldly.

The splendid and gorgeous sword was gone, but instead appeared behind her, a giant wolf that had no illusions in the world, an awe-inspiring beauty, and a powerful phantom beast that did not need to be suspected!!

"Uhhh

The silver-white soft mane has the same golden lines as the hilt of the sword, guarding behind the slender figure, as if looking at the prey, the oppressive movement, slightly lowered the head and brewed a whimper of breathing, and...

"Roaring ————————!"

The roaring air that erupted rushed towards Fang Ran, making him have to raise his arm to cover his eyes, and at the same time, the moment when the sand and rocks flying above the ruins frantically lifted his suit and tie,

Guarding the forest lord of a certain elven forest, the phantom beast silver wolf,

At this moment, it came to his eyes!