Hooking the plank, he leaned back and kicked it out. The effect of the scorching plank was so great that the enemy immediately let go of their hands and rolled and dodged.

Finally breaking free of his grip, the elf staggered back, and subconsciously touched his waist: there are three more triplocks, if you make good use of it, you may be able to find another chance to win.

In the face of the lingering pain in his ankle, he came up with a battle plan that would use the triplock to knock him down again, enchant the long whip with the burning wind energy, and then use the flames to ignite the whip. Use this whip to lengthen the whip and stab the enemy in the neck before they can get up.

It's going to work...... Hope.

Putting away the long sword stained with black blood, the ranger stepped back, feeling extremely nervous. Even the most cursory estimation can realize that his extremely ordinary sword is completely insufficient to penetrate the enemy's heavy armor - a large part of the reason why the Eurasian Empire, which conquered the entire World Tree back then, is so strong is that the armor worn by the soldiers is extremely strong.

In fact, many forging techniques, including Nether Iron and Rune Inlay, were developed at that time.

The enemy stood up slowly, his head moving freely as if it had never been twisted. With a dull, warlike roar, he strode at the elf and slammed into it like a rhinoceros.

Barely dodging the dislocated right foot, the elf punched with his elbow and slapped the other in the chest. But the attack was completely ignored, and the Corruptor slammed his headbutt, staggering backwards, nearly unable to stand.

However, despite the force of the blow, Ksette's head has always been hard, and he is equally adept at the "head hammer", a physical technique that is suitable for delivering the final blow to the opponent without killing him. So, with only a slight dizziness, he steadied himself: he had fought more than most people had ever eaten bread.

Spinning both hands to make a parrying motion, the elf successfully blocked the opponent's successive uppercuts, and pushed away with skill in turn. Seizing the moment he approached the enemy, he lunged forward and returned fire with an equally fierce headbutt. Just when the opponent was also knocked back slightly, Seth immediately threw a triplock against the pain in his head, firmly tethering the enemy's legs.

Seeing that the opponent had the possibility of regaining his balance, Seth immediately pulled out the other two triplocks and smashed them into the enemy's arms in turn. To be impartial, they all happened to hit the weakest joint of the opponent's armor. Under this violent onslaught, the enemy fell to the ground with a heavy muffled sound.

Seizing the opportunity, Cyberdat enchanted the weapon with a flaming wind and flung the whip next to the burning wood, setting it on fire. However, before he could transform the whip into a sharp shape, the other man raised his hands violently and slammed the ground.

Too late to deal with this sudden counterattack, the elf was violently knocked to the ground, delaying the attack. Although he quickly rolled to his feet, the enemy had torn off the triplocks on his feet and charged back at Seth.

Almost hit by the opponent's blow that was enough to call the curtain down, the elf quickly put away his long whip and grabbed his fist with both palms, and pushed it away violently. Then dodged another hook, and after trying unsuccessfully to break the enemy's arm, the elf rolled sideways and kicked the enemy's helmet with a single blow.

Finally knocked out the helmet...... Staring at his foe's festering, black ice shards, Seth felt a shudge:, it's disgusting. It's a pity that I still can't see what the neck looks like. In his imagination, it should have been full of holes,

As if he didn't want to be seen, the other man whispered in annoyance, picked up his helmet and buckled it viciously on top of his head, and resumed his preparations for the attack. Very nervously pulling away, Seth caught three triplocks thrown back by the opponent in a row and hung them on his waist in turn.

Before the elves could retreat again, the enemy, who seemed to have fully healed from his wounds, suddenly stopped his actions and stared at the Ranger instead. After letting out a deep voice, he shook his neck, kicked over the stone at his feet, and disappeared into the blue light in an instant.

Frowning, the elf turned around and looked at the weapon: he hadn't even taken the rod, why was he in such a hurry?

It was as if suddenly someone gave him an order to retreat, and he had to carry it out immediately.

Could it be that the Black Ice Reaper did it? Or is it a Black Ice Mage with a higher rank than him?

This guy ...... Looking around in astonishment, the elves didn't turn on the Ranger Vision, but quickly found the target that also shone with blue light: the enemy appeared on the platform at the top of the Cold Snow Castle, and other Corruptors kept popping up in the flashes around them. In contrast, the enemies on the battlefield disappeared one after another in the black light, appearing on the snowy and misty rooftops.

Why did the transferred enemy emit black light instead of blue light? The first thing he thought about was actually this matter, and the elf hurriedly corrected his brain circuit and sorted out a new way of thinking: that location was obviously the Ice Dragon Habitat Platform...... Even if they move to higher places, what can they do?

Bewildered by the sudden disappearance of the enemy, the soldiers all shouted noisily and looked to the top of the castle. Dozens of pairs of blue eyes looked eerie against the mixture of white mist, night, and blue moonlight, and all the Corruptors remained motionless as if they were frozen—most likely because they had little will of their own while they were being controlled, and their commanders had not thought about what to do next.

Perhaps, it's just that he's too lazy to move. It's the same as a virtue in the first fight. But that stake-like combat mode is actually quite powerful - and of course, most of it is due to his armor.

Putting away the leather whip at his waist, the elf stared at the enemy in confusion. Hidden in the snow and mist, these soul-scaring eyes seemed to have lost their magic: what the hell did they want to do? Stand stupidly and disguise themselves as ice sculptures?

This question was quickly answered as the elves recovered all the triplocks and dodged the wreckage of the newly collapsed Arrow Tower. All the enemies disappeared into the snow and mist in an instant, leaving only a few purple lights and quickly drifting runes on the top of the castle.

Why is it purple light and runes? Isn't that the light that teleportation circles often have?!After a moment's pause, the elf turned his head and looked at the ground: he really didn't take the giant sword with him.

What is this guy doing? Even if he escaped, he actually lost his sword and heavy sword? Judging from all this, he was a careless bear kid who threw quills everywhere when he was a child.