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Ron relied on his demigod-like fighting power.

He rode Margaret straight in, followed by an indiscriminate frost dragon breath.

"Roar~"

The dragon's breath, as cold as frost, rushed straight to the center of the battle.

They showed no regard whatsoever for the fact that the Blue Chrome Grand Duke was still inside.

Wherever the demigod-level frost dragon breath touched, it was completely frozen solid.

Including the Blue Chrome Grand Duke, and the many vines entwined around him.

The elves, naturally, dared not withstand the breath of a demigod.

They all dodged, but one level 3 spirit was hit by the frost.

One of my arms was frostbitten.

The siege crisis of the Blue Chrome Grand Duke was thus resolved.

Although he was the most seriously injured by mistake.

But at least the siege has been lifted.

He struggled to scrape the ice off his body, not daring to show the slightest dissatisfaction, and thanked Ron:

"Thank you, Sir Ron, for saving my life. From now on, the Duchy of Bluechrome will be at your disposal, Lord Ron."

Ron was unmoved by what he heard.

"Heh, so now you know how to obey?"

"Too late, you still have to be cannon fodder!!"

Of course, Ron wouldn't show it openly; he spoke softly to Grand Duke Bluechrome:

"You've worked hard! Now go and rest in the back!"

Then, Grand Duke Bluechrome, dragging his half-crippled body, gratefully left the battlefield.

The elves dared not give chase in the slightest.

Because at that moment, Ron's gun was pointed at them.

Ron chuckled coldly and said:

"It was hard to find you guys before, but now it's all popped up!"

"It seems this star tree is quite important to you!"

"I'm going to continue my march there, and you won't want to see your sacred tree dug up by me."

"Now, try your best to stop me!!"

"Thief, hahaha!!"

The elves leading the group on the opposite side were all furious upon hearing Ron's evil threat.

One of the elves, with green hair and a baby face, stepped forward and said:

"Evil humans, we elves will not submit."

"I will fight you to the very end!!"

Ron looked at the adorable yet fierce elf in front of him and said with a playful expression:

"You did a great job!!"

He then ordered his subordinates, "Remember this: this must be captured alive!!"

The Frost Giant was the first to respond, and he said in a booming voice:

"Yes, Master!"

"We definitely won't hurt this mistress!!"

The baby-faced elf was furious, her chest heaving with rage.

"You, you... shameless!"

Ron paid no heed to the elves' malicious words.

He burned down someone's house, then tried to rob them, and wouldn't even let them vent their anger.

Ron was very open-minded.

So he stopped wasting time talking to the elves.

He rode Margaret directly, chasing the elves all over the battlefield.

Regarding the attack of this pair of half-dragon knights.

No spirit can withstand a single blow from it.

Blocking them all comes at a considerable cost.

If we fight for a while longer, one of the spirits might perish.

So when the elves saw that the situation was not good, they prepared to retreat.

This is their prepared territory, so retreating is very convenient.

Just go into the dense forest.

Even if Ron were a demigod, he would have a hard time catching up with them.

It's just a pity that the decorations were made this time.

The intended lethality was not achieved.

It only causes minor damage to humans.

Ron, of course, would not let these elves leave easily.

But he was stopped by a giant, muscular mongoose tree.

The opponent stood in the way of the elves at the very end.

After being hit by Ron's dragon spear several times, the dragon spear, imbued with powerful battle aura, tore several large gashes in its body.

But the bread tree seemed completely unaffected.

The holes were quickly repaired.

Ron exclaimed in surprise, "Interesting!"

"These tree-like beings have really interesting unique abilities!"

Then Margaret's Flame Dragon Breath appeared, which deals elemental damage and has a large range.

The bread tree doesn't move very fast.

Therefore, almost all of Margaret's dragon breath hit him.

As expected, it was slightly more effective than Ron's attack.

But the bread tree still stood tall.

It seems like all the attribute points were put into defense and health.

Finally, Margaret, enraged, resorted to hand-to-hand combat.

Compared to Margaret's powerful demigod body, the bread tree's bulky form was like a piece of rotten wood.

With a casual tug, she could tear large sections of the opponent's torso apart.

Ron wasn't idle either; he joined Margaret in the attack.

Faced with the combined attack of two demigods, Ron and Margaret.

The bread tree also showed signs of pain.

But it still didn't leave, stubbornly guarding a space for the elves to escape.

Ron thought fiercely, "Fine! You want to play the self-sacrifice game with me?"

"Then you might as well die here today!"

Ron also gave up his plan to pursue the elves.

We're going to kill this level 3 bread tree here completely.

As expected, the bread tree began to falter under the increasingly fierce attacks of the two.

A while later.

The elves have mostly retreated.

Ron's legions followed.

Just as the Breadtree was about to be completely surrounded.

A large patch of dark blue light emanated from the roots of the tree.

You can see some tree roots emitting a blue glow emerging from the ground.

Ron then sensed a fluctuation of spatial power.

"not good!!"

"It's trying to escape!!"

Ron immediately realized that this guy was trying to teleport away using some unknown method.

Ron quickly led Margaret in an attack, attempting to interrupt the teleportation.

But it was too late.

They watched helplessly as a beam of blue light enveloped the bread tree.

Then he disappeared from the spot.

Only then did Ron and his companion's attacks land.

It blasted a huge crater into the ground.

Ron's expression turned somewhat grim; he and Margaret, two demigods, had failed to capture even a slow-moving level three.

If word gets out, Ron's reputation will be ruined.

Margaret was also a little angry; she used her claws to scratch at the large crater that had been blasted out.

It seemed as if he was venting his anger.

Ron then noticed that there were many broken, dark blue roots in the pit.

And as Margaret scratched with her claws.

More roots and stems are now visible below.

These dark blue roots seem to be sentient.

After being exposed, it shrank back on its own.

Ron quickly seized the opportunity to cut off a section, and the azure roots seemed to be stimulated by something.

They disappeared without a trace in no time.

Ron held the severed section of root in his hand and examined it.

He pondered for a moment, then looked into the distance.

The distant horizon.

The starlight-like foil on the morning star tree is still swaying in the wind.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Ron murmured:

"Is this all you've got?"