To Karl's surprise, the spear he threw didn't even penetrate the wooden shield that his weapon had condensed into, but after piercing it, it was already weak and stuck in the shield.

The large, dark wood shield looked thick and strong, and the deep dark iron color made it seem harder than metal - and it was. While being able to penetrate this shield was still remarkable, it was still a bit less powerful than what Carl had seen before.

Lynch didn't wait for the result after throwing the spear, after all, the chance of the spear triggering a hit was not too great.

He disappeared once more, appearing behind Karl, the Hidden Blade in his right hand popping out, the sharp blade still visible in the gloomy forest.

Ever since he got the Blink Dagger, Lynch's hand-to-hand combat has basically revolved around Blinker. Whether it is a small area of shifting positions, or a long-distance pull-out or a surprise attack, coupled with Lynch's own speed that is not weaker than that of the Seven Talents, he can always take the lead in battle and be in the initiative.

The opponent has a strong means of protection, dynamic vision is also good enough, and the body also has much more strength than Lynch and not much slower speed than Lynch under the addition of a series of spells, if the opponent is a guy who is good at fighting, then Lynch will definitely not have much advantage in this relatively small and complex space.

But Carl is clearly not.

In the face of another attack by Lynch, Karl, who was slightly flustered, did not put down the big sword in his hand that had become a shield to block Lynch's throwing spear, but slowly retracted it while struggling to move, and his body turned very slowly.

The sword and dagger slid towards the opponent's fatal parts at the same time, a back of the heart, a kidney, but there was no sound of a sharp blade piercing the flesh, nor the sound of the leather armor being cut, a layer of pale green appeared on the surface of Carl's body, accompanied by a piercing sound, like the sound of nails scratching on the blackboard, and the detection of stars and green dots, Lynch's two weapons did not cause any damage to Carl.

But even so, Carl was still staggered by Lynch, he finally gave up the weapon in his hand, freed one of his hands, turned around, the rune in the middle of his palm faintly shiny, and raised it towards Lynch.

Sensing the danger early, Lynch hurled his flickering dagger at Carl and quickly retreated to the rear.

The dagger hit Carl and still didn't do any damage, but it bounced off weakly, and Carl frowned and made a virtual gesture to Lynch, who was far behind him.

Tiny plants on a spot near Lynch began to grow wildly and entangle themselves toward him, as roots sprang up beneath the ground, clinging to Lynch's legs like lightning, wrapping around like snakes.

Lynch struggled twice and didn't break free.

A dagger was immediately summoned in his hand, and it flashed.

Several runes lit up on the surface of the roots wrapped around his feet, and the flickering did not succeed.

Lynch was shocked that his other escape talent related to lightning was not available at the moment.

"You can't seem to move. To Lynch's surprise, Carl didn't rush to do anything after using means to trap him, he gasped, looked at Lynch, who was firmly imprisoned by thick branches and roots in front of him, and slammed the big sword in his hand, and the roots of the big sword tip were pierced into the ground, like a tree branch: "What about your ability to turn into lightning? What about your ability to flicker?"

His body leaned forward slightly, and the whole person leaned against the big sword, his hand still maintaining a vague grip, and his tone was not so friendly.

Lynch didn't answer, and in fact couldn't speak. The rattan that was confined to him tightened tighter and tighter, and continued to stretch upwards from his legs, soon enveloping half of his body, and it might be difficult to speak with relief.

"It's good that you've been able to hold on with me for so long. Karl continued, regaining his strength, "I remember you were the 'outsider' of those mouths? How did you survive in the black fog? Can you tell me about it? I can make your death easier. ”

Carl certainly didn't show his naïve romance here, in the previous battle with the other mages, this entangled creature had either been ground into flesh by the roots of the rattan from under the ground, or was easily killed by his companions, but this guy's body was surprisingly tough, and he didn't have any companions now.

He can't move, so he can only grind slowly, and the power of the plant will increase with time, and the guy will die more painfully when the time comes.

Lynch still didn't respond, he just stared at Karl, who was still some distance away from him, and looked at the leaves on his chest that shone faintly through his clothes.

He didn't think that this thing could resist all his attacks indefinitely, and if that were the case, that Karl just now wouldn't have made a series of dodging moves in the fight, and just beat him up completely.

A sharp blade popped out of Lynch's twig-bound hand, and the Hidden Blade that appeared out of thin air and attached to his hand severed the rattan tightly wrapped around his right hand.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the guy on the other side had a slightly unnatural look on his face when he saw the Hidden Blade.

After gaining some liberation, Lynch continued to swing his dagger and cut at the other branches wrapped around his body parts, but only a small part of the rattan could be destroyed, and the thick roots that stretched out from under the ground could not be destroyed at all, and his body was still unable to move, and under the stimulation of his dagger, these roots seemed to grow faster, covering his entire legs and waist, and still spreading upward, as if to wrap his whole body。

"It might be a good idea to suffocate you inside," Carl continued in a somewhat dry voice, and Lynch noticed that the guy's forehead was already covered with sweat, "Isn't your expression the same? Aren't you afraid of death?"

Of course, Lynch was afraid of death, and his current body was not very comfortable under the tugging of the roots, but he knew that something would most likely happen, so he didn't panic.

Lynch took a deep breath, the blood vessels at his temples burst out, and the rattan that had covered his chest was loosened by Lynch's deep breath.

Carl let out a miserable cry of pain, and the knuckle of the little thumb of his weakly held hand twisted into a strange twist, but he still held on.

Every capable person from the City of Flames has a physical fitness far beyond ordinary people, don't these guys know this?

Lynch didn't continue to exert his strength, which was already his limit, but fortunately, his right hand had been slightly freed with the help of the Hidden Blade.

He summoned the throwing spear again, and under the tentacle-like tendrils, Lynch barely managed to hold the spear with one hand that looked particularly funny.

For him and the level of the opponent he's facing, there's nothing that can't be solved with a single throw, and if there is, do it again!