Five steps, how far is that? For most people, it's not even a distance, and two people standing on the street greeting each other may only be a few steps away. And since five steps can't talk about the distance in daily life, it can't be talked about in the fierce fight.

Almost instantly, the blade of the wind slashed at his neck like a tiger's claws. For a mage, if the attack was on him with an iron weapon, there were no less than twenty ways to block the attack, and there were even a few of them that would make the person wielding the weapon regret his recklessness. But the faint sound of a tiger's roar with the swing told Cheese that he could only dodge the blow.

The mage's eyes shone with intensity, as if two suns were embedded in his eye sockets. But thanks to the protection of the battle axe, the Grand Duke of the Blood Axe can look directly at the two bright lights without being impressed at all. But just as he was almost slashing his own, the executioner was surprised to find that the distance between the two of them had been narrowed by the glare in Cheese's eyes.

This kind of distance does not mean a distance in the real sense, the distance between them is still five steps, but the space of these five steps has been completely distorted in the eyes of Harold III at this time. Both the bricks on the ground and the scenery on both sides were elongated horizontally like oil paintings smeared by a grumpy painter, and even the axe in his hand became as strange as a long branch.

Such a sight made the Grand Duke of Blood Axe hesitate for a moment, as an experienced warrior, his body instinctively chose to wait and see in this strange situation. Perhaps because of the witch hunting knife, the magic that should have been able to affect the opponent's senses for a long time was compressed to less than three seconds, and soon in the eyes of the duke, the surrounding scenery returned to its normal appearance. However, the mage, who was obviously close at hand just now, took advantage of this gap to widen the distance between him and his opponent again.

"That's what you're capable of, eh? "The two attacks were in vain, and Harold III was also a little anxious. It's one thing to be defeated in battle with a powerful opponent, it's another to be teased by a young wizard with tricks.

"Whew... Whether..."Cheese did not immediately answer his opponent's provocation, and although his magic was negated by Hearn's hand, the cost of casting the spell did not diminish at all. Coupled with the range of the Blood Axe Grand Duke's attack in just a few seconds, this series of spells and actions made the mage's breath shorten. But that doesn't mean the mage will remain silent.

"Aren't you also swinging around with an axe? What are you just doing that? Cutting down trees?"

Hearing Cheese's words, Lothar covered his face, even if he didn't have a deep contact with the mage, he knew that Cheese was undoubtedly inferior at this time. But that's it, this guy still dares to mock his opponent like this.

"Look! the old man's tendons are bursting!" the wolfwalker beside the Earl could clearly see with his remarkable eyesight that Harold III's temples were bulging with anger after hearing Cheese's words.

Not only these two people, but the other onlookers Although their faces were covered by their armor, the strange sound that stifled their laughter was quite harsh for a while. And Harold, who was already angered by Cheese's words, reacted after hearing this voice.

"You are looking for death!" the Grand Duke of the Blood Axe did not say a word, and the battle axe in his hand slashed in the direction of the cheese along with his footsteps, and this axe exerted the speed and strength of the old warrior to the extreme! The trajectory left by the black axe body in the air was like a black crescent moon, and the fierce wind generated by wielding the weapon made the onlookers feel cold.

Can't hide. This is Cheese's judgment on this axe. When Harold struck the blow, the mage felt deep regret for his own debt, and the full force of the Blood Axe was faster than he could have imagined, and there was no time to think about countermeasures, nor a chance to repeat the old trick of the angry Duke. As long as the spell that affects the five senses is applied once, the effect will be much worse the next time.

Cheese had no choice but to apply his magic to the engagement ring on his left hand, the witch's ring had many effects, and the mage hoped that it would at least protect himself from a tomahawk attack. Feeling the influx of magic, the rings of thorns twisted rapidly, the spikes of their vines piercing deep into the mage's skin, drinking the blood of the cheese before turning it into nourishment.

Almost instantly, the mage's left hand was covered with thorn strips that emerged from the ring. The rattan was woven into a barbed glove that armed the cheese's hands. At this time, the blade of Hearn's hand was close to the mage's neck, perhaps because of the executioner's persistence, and both of the Grand Duke of Bloodaxe's attacks were aimed at Cheese's throat.

"Poof!"

A strange sound rang out from the blade of the axe. The sound sounded like an axe slashing into some kind of heavy shield made of rattan. The reality was that Cheese used his thorn-wrapped left hand to stop the slash. But the witch's ring was not omnipotent, and a large amount of blood splattered down the cracks of the thorn strips, and it was clear that the mage had paid a great price to block the attack.

Surprised by the thorns in Cheese's hand, Harold subconsciously wanted to pull out the axe that had fallen into the mage's left hand. But he was surprised to find that Cheese had actually grasped the blade of Hearn's hand with the strength of one hand. At the same time, a large number of thorny vines spread along the tomahawk.

"If you cut someone, you want to run? Cheese said in an eerie tone. It's just that his pale face makes his words very unconvincing.

In the face of the mage's entanglement, the reaction of the Grand Duke of the Blood Axe was very simple. I saw the duke holding the handle of the axe with both hands, and used it as a fulcrum to exert a sharp force, pulling the cheese towards him. At the same time, Harold III tilted his head back slightly, and it was a slap in the mage's approaching face!

"Poof!"

Lothar covered her face with her hand again. However, unlike the first time, he couldn't bear to see Cheese's current miserable condition. Jack on the side touched the bridge of his nose and said subconsciously.

"It's definitely broken. ”