Being able to pass Rod's arcane stance is not a special thing, and the entire Freljord can come over not ten thousand, but eight thousand-after all, this is not Rod's specialty, and it is not easy to be able to arrange it successfully.

But this is the first one who walks non-stop like this strong man, and even has no change in cadence.

He's a master!

Could it be the warriors of the Claws of Winter?

Rhodes narrowed his eyes slightly, then stood up.

"I'm just- you mean?"

"Haha-" Glancing Rhodes up and down, the warrior let out an exaggerated laugh, "I can't see that you're still a pretty powerful guy with thin arms and legs?!" My name is Olaf, try my axe! ”

As he spoke, Olaf threw the axe in his left hand.

Rod was startled, then dodged directly.

Olaf?!

Everywhere you go, the one who doesn't grow a single crop?

Really?

Rod took a closer look at his opponent - a big beard, a helmet adorned with the horns of an unknown creature, thick body hair, hair reaching incredible muscles, and opening and closing his mouth "I, I......

A fairly typical Freljord, and indeed the berserker in Rhodes' impression.

If it's really Olaf......

Rhodes didn't dare to relax the slightest bit of vigilance against any control after activating the power of Ragnarok - this vigilance rose even higher after he threw the axe.

Throwing against the current?!

"The Freljords who threw the axe?" Rhodes deliberately looked disdainful, "Throwing things softly, the Demacians don't do that......"

"It's called a counter-current throw, little white face - I can throw an axe from downstream in the widest river and break the ice upstream!"

It's done, it's Olaf.

Rod decisively put away the posture of a warrior - in the face of Olaf, Rod didn't dare to be too big, if he was really hit by the axe in his hand, it would be embarrassing.

Seeing that Rhodes held the staff in his hand instead of picking it up, Olaf was also a little strange, and when Rhodes began to recite the incantation, Olaf directly taunted.

"What's the matter, little white face, it's useless to call mom at this time!"

As he spoke, Olaf had already picked up the axe he had thrown earlier and rushed in front of Rod.

"Taste my axe!"

The double axe is raised high and chopped down fiercely.

And when Olaf raised the axe, Rod had already flashed out of place first, and Olaf chopped the air with an axe, which triggered the early spell that Rod had prepared.

"Boom-"

When Olaf picks up the axe, Rhodes has already completed the preparation of the precast spell, and when Olaf reaches the designated position, the cast is triggered.

Olaf was directly blown back a few steps.

Rod touched his nose.

This spell resistance ...... It's too much!

You know, Rhodes' spell just now is enough to blow up a multi-ton arcane puppet!

But this explosion was only "a few steps back" here in Olaf ?!

"Hahaha!" After being blown back, Olaf was not angry but happy, "That's it, it's really good!" ”

With that, Olaf brandished a pair of plate axes again and rushed towards Rhodes.

This time, when he rushed to the ordinary, Rod's fireball came first.

Olaf subconsciously waved the battle axe in his left hand and cut this red fireball into two pieces!

Rod's eyes widened in disbelief - this was ...... Spell-breaking talent?!

Spells can be defeated, and usually, the way to defeat a spell is either by absorbing the spell's energy or by destroying the spell's structure.

But with Olaf's axe just now, Rhodes was still maintaining control of the spell one moment, and the next moment the fireball was split and disappeared!

Rhodes tried to control the fireball from exploding when Olaf came into contact with it, but by then the fireball had gotten out of control.

While Olaf's attacks aren't very good (at least Rhodes still has a lot of ways to avoid battles or kites), he does have a talent for spells.

Rhodes was absolutely sure that the pair of plate axes in his hand was not a big deal—maybe in Freljord, the material of those plate axes was high-end, but in the whole of Valoran...... A pair of fine iron plate axes is not a rare thing.

And Olaf just relied on this pair of plate axes to split Rod's spell alive!

"Olaf, what's your last name?"

Flashing again to avoid Olaf's onslaught, Rhodes didn't rush to cast the spell, but opened his mouth to ask Olaf's surname - this strange power could not have been created out of thin air, there was definitely a basis.

"What's my surname, what does it have to do with you?!" It's a pity that Olaf didn't mean to speak properly, "Or are you in a hurry to recognize your father?!" ”

“……”

At this moment, Rod admitted that he was indeed a little moved.

Taunts in battle have become instinctive, and Olaf, who seems to be confused, does have the ability to make people lose their minds.

So, Rod silently blessed himself with arcane wisdom, and after flashing away the impact, he released the Ring of Fire.

The circular ring of fire spread around Rhodes, and in the face of the ring of fire, Olaf had no intention of retreating, he roared angrily, and even accelerated the speed of the charge.

The Ring of Resistance that pushes enemies away can only slightly slow Olaf's impact.

But Rod's spell didn't stop, and the next thing was an ice ring spell!

Frost magic has a natural bonus in Freljord, which was originally a ring of frost, but now after Rhodes deliberately increased the output, it has become a "ring of ice walls".

The circular wall of ice swells rapidly, and Olaf has to wield a battle axe to split through the wall.

Ice chips splashed, and Olaf subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

Behind the ice wall, he was greeted by Rhodes' exclusive spell.

"Multiple Spellcasters, Plastic Energy Enhancements, Demolition Magic, Spell Breaking Talents, Mana Penetration—Glacier Blast!"

Countless slender icicles were already hovering around Rhodes when the ice wall appeared, and Olaf was unaware of it.

When he broke through the ice wall, the ice picks charged fearlessly at Olaf as if they were soldiers on the orders of the general.

Olaf wielded a plate axe and smashed a large number of ice picks into the air, but more ice picks exploded before he could even reach them, and after the ice picks exploded, they formed ice chips that were difficult to catch with the naked eye, and in the face of these ice chips, no matter how fast Olaf's axe swung it, it was meaningless.

In the blink of an eye, Olaf's exposed arms and thighs were already peeled open - and his leather shoulders and shorts were even more fragmented, and if it weren't for Rod's mercy, he would have lost his qualification to be a father at this time.

"Olaf is - now, who's Daddy?"

In response to Rod, there were a pair of red eyes.