Quickly retreated all the way, but he was never able to distance himself from the forest troll, which made Ilan very depressed, after all, compared to the forest troll, without the void assassination technique, his melee ability will undoubtedly have a huge disadvantage, if you choose melee combat, it is estimated that you will soon be directly destroyed by this giant general existence.

This was obviously not what Ilan wanted, but although he desperately wanted to get out of this predicament, he never had a way to think that this forest troll was like a piece of gummy, always pestering his steps, so that he could not attack calmly, but could only passively dodge and move, as if dancing on the tip of a knife.

"This guy has rough skin and thick meat, and my attack is probably just tickling him, well, if you want to win, you can only rely on a critical blow, and attacking this guy's vital parts should be the best choice. It's a pity that my vision is blocked, and the range of mental power is too narrow, so I can only attack like a blind man touching an elephant, and the effect is really not great. What can I do? ”

The forest troll couldn't strike a single blow, and immediately lifted his heavy tomahawk, axe after axe, and slashed at it.

One by one, the fighting skills were displayed.

Full Moon Slash.

Three-stage slash.

Rock Split.

Because Ilan was not out of the range of the forest troll, he could only flee in confusion, like a lost dog, and he couldn't live in fear.

Although it looked very ugly and embarrassed, Ilan didn't just defend it. While fleeing for his life, he continued to send out one after another painless attacks.

Patches of black, glowing shadow blades swirled in the air, whistling over the bodies of the forest trolls, and they kept spinning and attacking in the air.

After the promotion, the power of Ilan's magic skills also increased by leaps and bounds, but because they could not lock on to the vital point of the forest troll, these constantly rotating shadow blades could only pierce the thick fur of the forest troll, drawing white marks, and not even a trace of blood.

This made Ilan very depressed.

Of course, there are many skills and magic that can definitely bring great damage to this troll, but Ilan can't use it calmly, after all, it takes a lot of time, once the forest troll gets close, the consequences will be very terrible, so Ilan can only choose some skills that can be instantaneous and don't need to consume much magic power.

This made Ilan very embarrassed.

Ilan can't see, and his attacks are like a blind man touching an elephant, but the forest troll is not, this guy is like a cheater, and he is even more insightful of Ilan's every move.

Therefore, every skill of the forest troll will bring a huge threat to Ilan, and I have to let Ilan pay extra attention to it, and dare not slack off in the slightest.

Pressure.

It's like the constant pressure of the sea in the deep sea.

The huge pressure made Ilan's nerves tense, and he didn't dare to pause or hesitate in the slightest.

Retreat, retreat, keep moving left and right, dodging, extremely embarrassed and extremely thrilling to dodge the fierce attacks of the forest trolls, rushing in the accumulation of blades and gravel.

Cold sweat broke out frequently, every pore trembled, and the huge crisis made Yilan never rest.

However, in the process, Ilan also began to brew a counterattack, like a rough sea, ready to roll up huge waves, and like the eve of an approaching storm.

In the face of the seventh-order forest trolls, Elan's small body was too thin. It can be said that as long as you are touched by a forest troll, you will die, and you will be injured if you rub it. Therefore, he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, the pace under his feet was extremely fast and fast, like a butterfly wearing flowers, retreating, moving left and right, stepping on ghostly steps, his whole body was like a phantom, constantly shuttling back and forth in the thick fog, bringing the speed talent of the Shadow Clan to the extreme, and he actually survived the wave after wave of rapid and sharp attacks of this forest troll.

This caused the big, simple-minded forest trolls to roar furiously, and each attack became more powerful. I can't wait to break Ilan's body into pieces.

There are more than 1,000 catties of long-handled battle axes splitting the surface, and the silver-white axe blade is like a frost-like crescent moon, wrapped in a terrifying cold light and blade light, and the drumming energy is raging in the air. The majestic momentum seemed to sweep everything.

Under this layer of pressure, Ilan is like an inconspicuous boat, chasing the wind and waves, and there is always a danger of capsizing, which makes Ilan have to mobilize every cell, every muscle, and all the senses in his body to work hard to capture the ever-changing warplane.

The battle continued, and although Ilan still couldn't see the troll's figure, through the forest troll's repeated attacks, he began to analyze and judge the troll's height, the location of the vital parts of the body, and the strength of his strength skills.

Due to his disadvantage, although Ilan's movements were fast, he would inevitably suffer some extracutaneous injuries, and blood flowed from Ilan's body in the wounds.

The atmosphere of the entire hall was tense and bloody.

Time passed minute by minute, although it was still shrouded in mist, but in Yilan's heart, the forest troll's every move was slowly outlined by him.

Painful Torture -

The effort paid off, and through her rigorous sensory analysis and judgment, Ilan finally locked onto the head of the forest troll and sent out a spiritual attack. And his luck was extremely good, he actually won the game, and hit this powerful troll with great ease.

The subtle fluctuation of magic was accompanied by the furious wails of the forest troll, and this attack was extremely effective, not only inflicting massive damage on the troll, but also stopping his attack.

Although Pain Torment is only a very basic death-based skill, tormenting hostile targets with endless pain, causing them to slow down their movement speed in battle, and taking continuous magic damage, which will gradually increase over time, is not very outstanding among all of Elan's skills, but this time it has played a great role in his hands.

Although the level of the forest troll is better than that of Ilan, but it is inferior to Ilan in terms of soul strength, and the troll clan has always been insufficient in the defense of spiritual power, therefore, in the face of Ilan's abrupt spiritual attack, this guy is like an unguarded target, and the spiritual power of Ilan's death power directly tore through the defense, and the pain and torture as sharp as a knife really acted on this troll whose soul power was not excellent.

The pain and torture were like a blade-thin sword, almost unimpeded into the big man's mind, raging in the ocean of his soul like a bone-scraping steel knife. Back and forth, little by little, piercing and cutting his soul. The troll's spirit was greatly traumatized, and he fell into a seemingly endless torment.

The troll's mournful howl, his voice terrible and soothing, spread throughout the hall, making the snow lion beast Piowakari hiding in the shadows feel jealous.

The air was constantly shaking, and the forest troll was constantly struggling in pain, he held his head and his body was bent, if Ilan could see it at this time, then he would see a hideous and miserable face, his facial features piled together, his muscles constantly tangled.

The network speed is too slow, and it can't be transmitted a few times, but in the end it finally became, cough cough, ask for support. Thank you.