In the face of hordes of forest trolls, Ilan naturally can't be stupid enough to deal with it head-on, he can only outwit. In order to achieve this purpose, Ilan deliberately sold a flaw in the process, suddenly mixed garlic under his feet, his speed dropped suddenly, and his body was even more embarrassed, approaching this Whiteside. It seems that he is exhausted and unable to support it, staggering, and is about to fall to the ground.

Ilan's lack of support suddenly made Whiteside's heart happy, and his mouth was even more babbling, his pace accelerated, and the distance was quickly shortened, of course, this guy is indeed not a brainless person, even if he saw that Ilan had been defeated, he still remained awake, and even released a control skill to try to trap Ilan directly.

The strange troll spell moved, and a vine rope tens of meters long appeared out of thin air in the air, suddenly rushing towards Ilan, like a huge palm, about to escape to Ilan's head, and firmly bound it.

This is a control skill that belongs to the fighting system - the rope of traction.

Traction Rope, Combat Active Attack Skill, Cast Time 1.0 Seconds, Cooldown 24 Seconds, Attack Distance 20 Meters, Skill Points, Use the power of Traction Rope to pull distant hostile targets to your side and provoke them.

The provoked target ignores aggro for 4 seconds and only attacks the caster.

In the clear air, the rope of traction like a vine rope suddenly opened, attracting a trace of green energy light, which quickly rushed towards Yilan. However, Ilan was not panicked, he was prepared, and he would definitely not give this guy any chance.

I saw that before this traction rope reached the top of Ilan's head, an obscure black light had suddenly flashed out from Ilan's eyebrows, and it was fast, flashing, flashing, as if teleporting, and it reached the center of Whiteside's eyebrows, and before this guy could react, this black light had already pierced into it.

There was no blood, no traces, no holes, everything was the same as before, silent, not a trace of fireworks, however, the next moment, it was this black light that did something in Whiteside's eyebrows, and it made this huge guy's eyes suddenly lose their glow, and there was no longer focus in his pupils, only a dull and godless white.

In the end, Whiteside's huge body fell headlong under the inertia of the forward rush, face to the ground, and pounced directly on the ground, after a long time, there was no sound, and there was no struggle, like a dead dog, it was a whimper.

This strange scene surprised and frightened many of the forest trolls who followed closely behind, and they stopped one after another, and some of them began to surround themselves to find out what was going on with Whiteside.

With Whiteside's silent death, a dim black phantus burst out from the center of his eyebrows again, and returned to the center of Ilan's eyebrows. Because Ilan's killing move was really hidden, and the black phantom was even more formless and insubstantial, it was impossible to detect it if he didn't observe it specifically, so even if the huge exorcism of the forest troll Whiteside had fallen, no one could find out what was going on, and what kind of means Elan used to kill this powerful eighth-order troll Whiteside in one blow.

The clear sky seemed obscure, the atmosphere among the trolls was dark, the air was full of slaughter, the trolls were moving forward, and the sad and angry doubts sounded like a roar.

"What's going on? Whiteside is an eighth-order powerhouse, and this kid only has sixth-level strength, how could he not even take a single move from him, and be killed by this guy in seconds? ”

This dead eighth-order forest troll Whiteside was not scarred at all, intact, even if his eyebrows were broken by the black phantom sent by Ilan, but there was no trace of blood, white and flawless, except for the forest troll's expression was a little unbelievably frightened, the whole face seemed very peaceful and calm, as if he had fallen into a peaceful sleep.

Ilan's strange and magical attack frightened and frightened the forest trolls behind him, after all, the unknown is often more lethal.

"What's wrong with you, Whiteside, wake up!" The excited and mournful voices of the trolls rang out. Immediately, a sturdy forest troll stopped, his big hand lifted Whiteside's head with force, screamed in pain, and even slapped his cheek with a huge palm, trying to wake up the guy, however, although Whiteside's body was still warm, he always looked sluggish, and the breath of life in his body had slowly decreased.

This is Whiteside's brother Giovanni, a powerful Rank 8 troll.

Another eighth-order forest troll approached, he stretched out his finger, tried Whiteside's snort, and then opened Whiteside's eyelids, seeing the dilated pupils that had lost focus, this eighth-order powerhouse's expression suddenly became dim.

"The pupils have spread, Giovanni, my good brother, Whiteside, he has no breath, perhaps summoned by Lord Noi, the god of the underworld, ahem, has returned to the arms of the god of the underworld." The deep voice tells the sadness in it, after all, it is a comrade-in-arms and compatriot for many years, and the so-called tragedy of the dead rabbit and fox is also true.

"Giovanni, don't be sad, as long as the soul is still there, he still has hope of resurrection, quickly perform the resurrection technique." An older seventh-order troll reassured.

"Yes, we still have resurrection techniques to use, and I'll be able to bring Whiteside back to life." Giovanni's gaze became determined, hope on his face.

Resurrection, life-based active attack skill, cooldown 7 seconds, cast range 25 meters, skill effect, resurrect dead teammates, and restore 80% of experience lost due to death.

The resurrected target has 20% health and mana upon resurrection. This skill cannot be used in battle.

Giovanni, who was in a bright mood, did not dare to slack off at this time, and a subdued spell sounded in his mouth, this spell was long and complicated, extremely consuming mental power and vitality, of course, the fluctuations it caused were also different, powerful and mysterious, the life magic elements in the air began to quickly condense towards the center, like a whirlpool, constantly absorbing from all sides, the flowers and plants on the ground instantly began to wither, and the endless vitality was roughly extracted, and it was replenished towards Whiteside.

As Giovanni urged this resurrection magic with his mental power, the vitality of Whiteside, who was originally silent on the ground, began to increase little by little, and the green cold body became warm again, and the gray color on his cheeks gradually began to dissipate. The dead troll Whiteside was magically full of infinite life, and even his dilated pupils seemed to be condensing, and he was about to walk out of the gate of the underworld and be resurrected again.

"It's finished." The trolls around Whiteside were overjoyed, and they began to let out a low cheer.

It's Thursday, and I'm trying to get support.