Chapter 575: Rod and Olaf

It’s not a special thing to be able to pass Rod’s arcane stance. There are not 10,000 to 8,000 that the entire Freydrod can come to-after all, this is not Rod’s specialty, and it’s not easy to be successful. .
But like this brave man, he keeps walking, even if there is no change in the pace, this is the first one.
Is a master!
Is it the soldiers of the Winter Claws?
Rhodes narrowed his eyes slightly, then stood up.
"I am-you mean?"
"Haha--" Looking up and down Rod, the soldier exaggerated laughter, "Can't see it, you are a very powerful guy with thin arms and thin legs?! I'm Olaf, try I Axe!"
Between the words, Olaf directly threw the axe in his left hand.
Rhod was taken aback, then flashed directly to avoid.
Olaf? !
Wherever you go, the one that doesn’t have any grass?
real or fake?
Rhode carefully looked at his opponent-the bearded man, adorned with a helmet with unknown biological horns, thick body hair, hair reaching amazing muscles, opened his mouth and closed "I, I"...
A fairly typical Freildard is indeed the look of the mad warrior in Roder's impression.
If it was Olaf...
For this guy who opened the power of the dusk of the gods and ignored any control, Rod did not dare to relax at all-this vigilance rose even a step after he dropped the axe.
Throw against the current? !
"Frechrod who lost the axe?" Rod deliberately disdained. "Throw things softly, the Demacia people don't do this..."
"This is called counter-current throwing, little white face-I can throw an axe from the lower reaches in the widest river to break the upstream ice!"
It is Olaf.
Rod decisively put away the warrior's posture-in the face of Olaf, Rod didn't dare to be too big. If he was really hit by an axe in his hand, it would be embarrassing.
Seeing Rod holding the staff in his hand instead of raising it, Olaf was also a bit strange, and when Rod began to recite the mantra, Olaf even mocked directly.
"What, little white face, it's useless to call mom at this time!"
During the talk, Olaf had picked up the previously thrown axe and rushed to Rod.
"Try my axe!"
The two axes were held high and chopped hard.
When Olaf raised his axe, Rod had already flashed away from the spot, Olaf chopped off the axe, but instead triggered Rhod's pre-cast spell.
"boom--"
When Olaf picked up the axe, Rod had already completed the preparation for early cast, and when Olaf reached the designated position, the cast was triggered.
Olaf was directly blown back a few steps.
Rhode touched his nose.
This spell resistance...too much!
You know, the magic that Rod had just had was enough to blow up a multi-ton arcane puppet!
But this explosion is just "a few steps back" in Olaf? !
"Hahaha!" Olaf was angry and angry after being blown back. "That's it, it's so powerful!"
With that said, Olaf brandished a pair of boards and dashed towards Rhodes.
This time, when he rushed to the average, Rhode's fireball came first.
Olaf waved his left hand axe subconsciously, and axed the red fireball in two steps!
Rhode's eyes widened in disbelief — is this... talent for breaking the law? !
Spells can be defeated, and in general, the way to defeat a spell is either to absorb the spell's energy or to destroy the spell's structure.
But in the axe that Olaf had just had, Rode maintained control of the spell the previous moment, and the fireball was split and disappeared the next moment!
When Olaf was in contact with the fireball, Rod tried to control the fireball explosion, but the fireball was out of control by then.
Although it seems that Olaf's attack methods are not very outstanding (at least Rhode wants to avoid wars or kites, there are many ways), but he is really talented in dealing with spells.
Rod definitely confirmed that the pair of axe in his hand was not a big deal-maybe the material of that pair of axe is high-end in Freljod, but in the whole Valoran... a pair of fine iron axe Not a rare thing.
And with this double axe alone, Olaf actually split Rod's spell!
"Olav, what's your surname?"
Flashing again to avoid the impact of Olaf, Rod did not rush to cast spells, but asked Olaf's surname-this strange power cannot be generated out of thin air, and is absolutely grounded.
"What's my surname, what does it have to do with you?!" Unfortunately, Olaf didn't mean to speak well. "Or, are you anxious to recognize your father?!"
"..."
At this moment, Rhode admitted that he was really agitated.
Taunts in battle have become instinctive, and Olaf, who looks muddy, does have the ability to make people irrational.
Therefore, Rod silently blessed himself with arcane wisdom, flashed to avoid this impact, and released the ring of fire~EbookFREE.me~The round ring of fire spread around Rhode, and face To the ring of fire, Olaf did not mean to retreat. He roared and even accelerated the charge.
The ring of resistance that can push the enemy away even slows Olaf's impact speed slightly.
But Rhode's spell did not stop, the next step was an ice ring spell!
Frost magic has a natural bonus in Freildord. It was originally a ring of frost. Now that Rod has purposely increased its output, it has become a "ring of ice walls."
The ring-shaped ice wall expanded rapidly, and Olaf had to wield the battle axe to split the ice wall.
Ice chips splashed, and Olaf narrowed his eyes subconsciously.
Behind the ice wall, what greeted him was Rhode's exclusive spell.
"Multiple spellcasting, plastic energy enhancement, blasting magic, spell breaking talent, mana penetration-glacier bombing!"
Countless slender ice cones were suspended by Rhode's side when the ice wall appeared, and Olaf knew nothing about it.
When he broke through the ice wall, these ice cones, as if they had received a command from the general, launched a fearless charge against Olaf.
Olaf brandished a large axe and split a large amount of ice cones into the air, but more ice cones exploded even before he even hacked them. After the ice cone exploded, ice chips that were difficult for the naked eye to form were formed. In the face of these ice chips, no matter how fast Olaf's axe waved, it made no sense.
In the blink of an eye, Olaf’s exposed arms and thighs were already fleshed out-and the leather shoulders and shorts on his body were even more fragmented. If Rhodes was merciless, he might have lost his father’s qualifications. .
"Olav right?- Now, who is Dad?"
In response to Rod, it was crimson eyes.