Imlerith is being swallowed by the swamp.

Harry raised his wand.

A target that is almost unable to move makes the best target.

All petrified!

The spell was cast, sending huge splashes of smelly mud and water flying over the swamp, but the spell missed, though it certainly wasn't Harry's fault.

In a moment.

Ileris disappeared. He was a warrior, but he also had some unicorn blood flowing in his body, and he could perform simple teleportation - but he was far inferior to the navigator who could open the door to the world. It could only work on himself. He could teleport at will within a short distance.

Just like right now.

He teleported away from the mud, and appeared behind Harry the next second, soaring into the air, and smashed down with the hammer!

Retreat the enemy three feet!

Harry turned and cast the spell.

It hit his armor and sent him flying backwards with a whoosh.

Torn into pieces!

Harry followed with a second spell, but it passed through Imlerith's shadow and he was teleported again!

Appeared on the left, still hammering down.

Imlerith is the most difficult opponent Harry has ever encountered, except for Snape, Dumbledore and Voldemort.

He is not a wizard or a warlock, but a warrior.

If it was just a simple warrior, Harry wouldn't have a headache.

There is a reason why warriors are powerful but have a low status.

For anyone who needs to rely on close combat, distance is the most troublesome problem. The footwork and techniques in sword training are, in the final analysis, to close the distance. As long as the distance is close enough, even a farmer who doesn't know any swordsmanship can kill a capable demon hunter with a pitchfork.

And Harry is most susceptible to this type of enemy.

The magic he mastered was mostly focused on controlling the battlefield. With just a few simple spells, he could make anyone who tried to get close to him move further away from him.

By the time that person has tried every possible way and racked his brains to get close, his physical strength and power will be almost exhausted.

But Imlerith teleports.

He didn't have to worry about his footsteps or the interference of Harry's spells.

As long as he thought about it, he would appear beside Harry, maybe in front of him, maybe beside him.

Moreover, the weapon he used was a hammer.

In terms of physique and strength, he was superior to Harry.

A hammer weighing more than a hundred pounds, even if it is not driven by force, falling from the air and hitting the body is not something that can be easily handled, not to mention that it is being swung by someone.

Harry fought him hard.

Just use magic to deal with him.

“Demon Hunter!” Imlerith became impatient, swinging his hammer faster and more haphazardly. “Are these the only tricks you can use? Didn’t you say you would fight me alone?”

"Do you think the Ancient Blood and the sorceress are a match for the knights?"

"They might have been torn apart by now!"

"What are you still resisting?"

He shouted, his tone angry.

For anyone who mainly engages in close combat, there is nothing more frustrating than being within the attack range but not being able to hit the enemy, or even being pushed away by the enemy.

Harry was unmoved.

He could sense that on another battlefield not far away, Hermione and Ciri were both still in good health.

Another spell was fired.

Clang——

Imlerith held the shield and deflected it. The aura on the shield fluttered, and the magic protecting it began to become unstable.

At first, Harry thought about using a Transfiguration spell to twist Imlerith's weapons and armor, and use the things on his body that protected him to kill him.

but……

The Ain'el elves would obviously not be so stupid.

Armor, shields, and weapons are all protected by magic, stabilizing their shapes.

Harry fired spells again and again, not only to harass it but also to strike at the protective magic.

Right now is the opportunity!

Harry waved his wand and cast a Transfiguration spell.

The shield in Imlerith's hand twisted, and two steel wires as thick as wrists extended from the handles, tightly wrapping around his wrists.

This made him feel uneasy.

Can the shield still entangle itself?

He loosened his hands and shook them hard, but the two steel bars were tightly wrapped around his arms and he couldn't get rid of them just by shaking them.

Imlerith acted decisively, raised his hammer and smashed it against the shield.

But... it's too late!

The shield spread out like a spider web, penetrated into the gaps in the armor, and bound his body tightly.

The Transfiguration Charm was extremely delicate.

It even wrapped around Imlerith's fingers, pulling and stretching the bone spurs, piercing into the joints, forcing his fingers to loosen one by one.

With a bang, he lost his grip on the hammer and it fell, hitting the ground heavily.

Harry continued to wave his wand.

Powerful magic surged and hit the armor on Ilerith's body. It took nearly half a minute for Harry to roughly break the magic of the Ain and Elf on the armor.

Crash——

The armor untied and turned into iron chains, binding Imlerith's body, and then extended out and flew ten meters away, and the tail turned into a huge steel block and fell to the ground.

Even if Imlerith could teleport, he couldn't teleport now.

He didn't have the ability to teleport away with such a large amount of steel.

Imlerith's spine was twisted by the wire. He raised his head with difficulty and his eyes rested on Harry's face.

He looked dazed and hadn't reacted yet.

In just a moment, the battle situation changed.

He was tied up and became a prisoner.

What's going on?

Harry met his eyes and without further ado, cast his magic.

Capture the mind and thoughts.

He peeked at the messages within the Ain'El elves, and quickly flipped through the memories of his conversation with Eredin.

Just two sentences.

Harry sensed something was wrong.

Eredin did not tell Imlerith that he had captured Caranthir.

There is no mention of his collaboration with Voldemort.

It's like...

Eredin had no idea who Harry was, nor did he know what methods wizards had.

But how is that possible!

A flash of inspiration flashed through Harry's mind.

Oops.

Imlerith was the bait thrown by Eredin, with the purpose of allowing himself to stay in this world, and they knew and were sure that they would stay in this world until Imlerith appeared.

Tonight's raid is not the point.

The point is…

From the time the scouts showed up last night to the time Imlerith showed up tonight, Eredin and Voldemort knew that he would definitely stay in this world.

Harry looked away from Imlerith.

"What did you do to me?" Ileris gritted his teeth. His head was dizzy and he felt as if his brain had been severely violated.

Harry didn't answer him.

A wave of the magic wand.

A piece of steel turned into a sharp axe, fell from the sky, and struck Imlerith's neck with incredible precision, chopping off his head.