In the game of Dragon Soul Continent, there are a total of four classes that players consider to be the king of control——— mage, thief, ranger, and spirit master. Among them, the mage is known for his absolutely strong ability to control the field, and controlling the field is his forte, and in heads-up, the spirit master and the thief are ruthless characters without mercy. As for the Ranger, he is somewhere in between, possessing a certain level of field control and the ability to exert control in heads-up. However, perhaps because of this, his performance in controlling both sides of the field is somewhat lacking compared to the other three professions that are relatively extreme. As a profession that navigates through the forest, traps are naturally one of the Ranger's best skills. However, most of the time, the ranger's trap needs to be fixed, which is no problem in the forest, but in the ring, it is obviously impossible to set such a trap on the spot. Obviously, the other party can't obediently wait for you to set the trap before starting to act, so how to improvise in this situation is also one of the rangers' skills.

But there's more to it than just skills.

"Bang!!"

With a soft sound, the packet thrown by Lando exploded in the air, and soon, clouds of white mist erupted from it, and soon half of the ring was enveloped. In the face of this sudden scene, the mercenaries were caught off guard and had no choice but to shrink their defense, and they quickly retreated backwards, while trying to get out of the fog.

However, Lando clearly did not intend to give them such a chance.

"Left......... Middle............ Right ............"

He muttered to himself as he stretched out his hand, and soon, another arrow appeared in his hand, looking closely. You will find that this arrow is not the same as the previous one.

"Whew!!"

In the mist. The sound of breaking the air.

Hearing this, the three mercenaries who were hurriedly retreating quickly raised their shields, their brains were not slow, and when they saw Lando connect twice with this technique, they guessed that he was obviously planning to save the situation through blind combat. Although the mist didn't seem to be poisonous, only some strange and pungent smells, it was very obvious that they could not see anything in front of them if they took a few steps back. While this situation is logically more impactful for rangers who tend to shoot from a distance, many people are well aware of it. Some inherit elven blood. Or a ranger who is born with a good ear doesn't even need to use his eyes to confirm it, just use his ears to pick up the sounds around him, and he can determine the position, direction and distance of the other party. [Literature] is more profound, and it can even depict how many obstacles there are between oneself and the other person as if you have seen it with your own eyes. And what's even more incredible is that even though his eyes are closed, he seems to have clairvoyance.

Perhaps this ranger was one of them, and with this in mind, the three of them were a little out of ideas, and they all slowed down and began to consider whether it was appropriate to continue to hide like this. If the other party is really a "wind chaser", then even if he withdraws from this fog, he will still be beaten to death by the other party on the periphery. Then there is only one way, and that is to move on, suppress the opponent's attack range, and then find the opponent at close range and kill him.

Now these people have realized that this fog is not normal. If it was ordinary smoke, it would only last for a few minutes at most and it would gradually dissipate, but this smoke has passed for five minutes, and it has no intention of dissipating at all, and it is obvious that this is not normal.

At this moment, Lando, who was hiding in the smoke, reached out and put it on his waist, touched the pocket there, and showed a smile on his face. ..., for the Ranger, equipment and skills are equally important, if not more important, because many times, the Ranger must rely on equipment props to control the surroundings, traps and all kinds of "hidden weapons" are essential for them. For now, the smoke bomb that Lando was carrying, and the arrows that could be turned into rope traps, were the product of Labis's men.

After returning from Unicorn Peak, Labis quickly began to study the knowledge she had gained from the ruins, which was not a difficult task for her to absorb the knowledge of the Alchemy Elves. Not to mention that at this moment, Labis is already a strong existence of the alchemy skill MAX, if it weren't for the lack of materials in her hands, she could even make some powerful magic equipment.

But even if you don't have rice in the pot, it doesn't mean you can't eat. Indeed, because there were no valuable magic materials, Labis had no way to make some powerful items of mass destruction. But gadgets like this are no problem for her. At this moment, the smoke bombs used by Lando, as well as those various trap arrows, are all props and equipment created by Labis. Of course, for Labis, this competition is also a good opportunity to experiment with the equipment she has made.

Now it looks like it's working well.

Looking at the thick smoke in front of him, Lando nodded with satisfaction, except for the taste that was still a little pungent, the effect of this smoke bomb had completely surpassed the level of ordinary smoke bombs, and the next ......... It's just a matter of seeing how well the other equipment is.

Thinking of this, Lando stretched out his hand and drew his arrows, and soon, three dim blue arrows swept between his fingers, and then in just an instant, he saw a blue shadow flash, and the three arrows quickly drowned in the smoke and disappeared.

The sound of breaking the air is up again.

The mercenary at the head of the group tightened his heart, and he hurriedly raised his shield to block in front of him, and his countless combat experience made him immediately realize that this time the situation was very different from before. Sure enough, just as he raised his shield, an impact force immediately surged from the surface of the shield with a heavy crashing sound, forcing him to shake his body. However, this was not the end, because soon, he was surprised to perceive that a violent chill accompanied by this impact force, quickly swept towards him.

What's going on?

The chill that almost burned people's skin seemed to have a life-like homeopathy, and soon invaded the mercenary's palm, which made him subconsciously scream, and then instinctively threw away the round shield in his hand, and it was not until this time that the frightened mercenary found that the original rough and heavy surface of the round shield was now covered with a thick layer of frost, and it was even spreading wildly to the surroundings at a speed visible to the naked eye, even if the shield was directly thrown out, The spreading white frost did not stop as it stretched out along the edge of the shield, condensed and swirled to form a translucent ice that shook like a ribbon on the edge of a jellyfish, and then had to dissipate into the air without any support. Specks of frost fell from the sky, blending with the thick white mist, and it looked unusually beautiful.

But at this moment, the mercenary who witnessed this scene was so frightened that his hairs were about to stand on end, and he knew very well that if he hadn't let go resolutely and decisively just now, then it would not only be his own shield that would become a popsicle now, but even his arm might suffer the same treatment.

What the hell is this kid!

Seeing this scene in front of him, he finally stopped and began to think about whether he should move on. This powerful magic arrow is not easy to dodge, can you dodge it once, can you dodge it again? ..., but before the poor mercenary could make a decision, another arrow flew out of the fog like a poisonous snake as the wind sounded. Although it is very fast, as an elite of a mercenary group, it is not difficult for them to use the weapons in their hands to provoke flying arrows. So even in the face of such a surprise attack, the mercenary didn't particularly care, he just turned his body sideways, and at the same time swung his long sword, accurately picked the arrow that shot out of the mist and flew towards his shoulder, and then picked it away. Then, the mercenary threw away the long sword in his hand with a look of panic——— because at the moment of contact with the arrow, his long sword was immediately enveloped by this chill, just in the blink of an eye, the original sharp long sword was frozen with a thick layer of frost, but fortunately, the mercenary reacted in time and hurriedly threw away the long sword in his hand, so that his right hand did not fall to the same fate as his left hand.

But in this way, how can this damn fight?

The empty-handed mercenary stood helplessly in the thick fog, looking at the clean and slippery sword and shield in front of him, which had been completely frozen, he looked at his hands———— could it be their turn to sacrifice for themselves next?"

Are you kidding! This is just a warm-up game, and Lao Tzu is not going to put all his body parts on it!

Thinking of this, he quickly made a decisive decision.

Run!!

And for the peripheral audience, this game is simply dull and boring to the extreme, except for the beginning, when the three of them clashed, everything after that was shrouded in fog, nothing could be seen, and the entire Colosseum people could only stare at the fog with big eyes, and they didn't know what was going on inside the tunnel. People who had been impatient for a long time began to shout and complain, but this did not help the situation in the fog at all.

And just when these people were lacking interest, and they were almost drowsy with boredom, suddenly they saw the fog tremble. This immediately reinvigorated the already bored spectators, who sat up straight and stared at the fog in front of them again. Desperate to know what would happen.

This time, their expectations were not in vain.

Soon, everyone saw a mercenary rushing out of the fog with a frightened expression, he waved his hands vigorously, and rushed out of the fog without hesitation, and then jumped out of the ring.

"I throw in the towel! I threw in the towel!! ”

After saying this to the member of the mercenary association who served as the referee, the mercenary rushed directly into the passage without looking back and disappeared, and behind him, everyone looked at each other, completely unaware of what to say. What's going on inside? Why did this guy run out like a ghost?

Everyone's curiosity was immediately aroused again. (Your support is my biggest motivation.) )