"Surrender or die!" Roland said coldly.

He walked out slowly, his long light blue hair swaying slightly with his slow pace, his small face became whiter and tenderer set off by the black eye cloth, and the slender white bone staff was held in his hand, no matter how he looked at it, it looked like a blind guide stick, but it was such a blind child with red lips and white teeth, and he opened his mouth to say amazing words.

Looking at the blind children slowly walking from the crowd of the Sword Spirit Tribe, the more than 2,000 people on the goblin side suddenly felt the urge to look up to the sky and laugh.

You said that you killed Wharton, and led the Sword Spirit Tribe to kill all our people, just because you, a little boy of five or six years old, are still blind?

"Little ghost, your tone is quite crazy, you haven't been weaned yet, go back to your mother to feed, hahaha. The triangular eye that had just threatened to overturn the Sword Spirit Tribe by himself laughed loudly, causing a wild laugh.

"Tsk," seeing that Roland was indifferent, he continued to walk slowly, the corners of his triangular eyes and eyebrows were raised, his face became hideous, and he sneered, "Little bastard, since you are looking for death, then go to death!"

His eyes widened, and before he could speak, he kicked his feet and rushed straight towards Roland, his broadsword was held horizontally, he wanted to cut off Roland's head, he liked to see the moment when the skull flew up and blood splattered, he thought it was the most beautiful picture. The rest of the crowd seemed to have seen that picture, and they couldn't help but smile cruelly.

"Poof"

The triangular eye and skull exploded, and the headless corpse rushed forward by inertia, and Roland staggered past him, without a trace of blood on his body, and he continued to walk slowly.

There was a muffled thud, and the headless corpse fell to the ground, blood gushing out.

Quiet!

The field was as quiet as death, and everyone in the goblins looked at Roland who was walking slowly in shock.

Uh, that guy who can rank in the top ten in the tribe in terms of combat power, actually died like this? It's so easy? Shot in the head with a stick?

The Great Chief's pupils shrank, and his heart sank, and the conjecture he feared the most might have come true.

"Bastard!"

"Look for death!"

......

At this time, the goblin side who came to his senses suddenly rushed out of five people, roared and waved the weapons in his hands, and blasted down on Roland.

"Dang!" "Click!"

Five weapons beckoned to Roland, making a sound of gold and iron, and then broke apart, the body that was harder than the spider-faced monster was by no means something that ordinary weapons could break through.

The figure flashed, Roland was already standing outside the circle of five, and continued to walk forward, the bodies of the five people behind him froze, and then their heads exploded, and blood rushed through the sky from their necks.

The five clansmen whose strength was not inferior to Triangle Eye were quickly dealt with in this way, making everyone in the goblins fearful.

"The Devil"

"Monster"

Someone was frightened, and his face was afraid.

That's it, fear, surrender because you realize the huge gap between us, don't force me to do it again, Roland sighed secretly. For the sake of the Horde, in order to end this boring war as soon as possible, he hopes that the enemy will have self-knowledge.

"Protect the Great Chief!" Looking at the small figure that was walking slowly and getting closer and closer, everyone was waiting for it, and they didn't dare to underestimate it, they thought it was a powerless child, and they could solve it casually, but they didn't expect it to be a terrifying dragon.

"Don't let him get close!"

"As for the archers, shoot him to death!"

Suddenly, another wave of rocket ice arrows carrying various elements shrouded Roland down, but before he could get close, these rain arrows were blocked by a thick earth wall rising from the ground.

The earthen wall dissipated, and Roland's figure was revealed again, and he still walked slowly towards this side without stopping.

shock

pressure

For the first time, the goblin felt the pressure gradually rising from the footsteps of the small figure, he walked slowly, even slowly, but as his footsteps got closer and closer, everyone felt a suffocation, stronger and stronger suffocation, as if death was getting closer.

"Damn, there are so many of us, can't we take a little ghost, let's go up together and kill him!"

"Yes, let's go together, kill!"

"Kill!"

The goblins swarmed up, either with swords or bone hammers, like a raging storm, towards the small figure on the field.

In the face of the attack of more than 2,000 people at the same time, even a powerful monster ten times stronger than the spider-faced monster was about to be blasted into rotten flesh, and Roland, who was in the storm, did not change his face, and he slowly raised the white bone staff.

Isn't it enough for me to show strength......?

"Magic: Earth Dragon Birth!"

There was a loud bang, and in the horrified eyes of the goblin people, two three-headed rock pythons broke through the ground, and rampaged through the crowd like a river and a sea, and the gravel was splashed, the dust was flying, and the trees were urging backwards, no one could stop them, and they were injured when they rubbed themselves, and they were killed when they collided, and even if they dodged, they were injured by the flying gravel and soil blocks.

For a while, the miserable howl continued, and the huge rock python figure was terrifying.

When the figures of the two huge rock pythons disappeared, the field was full of potholes, broken ground, collapsed and broken trees, miserable corpses, and people holding broken legs and howling, all in a mess.

There were originally more than 2,000 people on the goblin side, but at least a third died in an instant, and most of the rest were seriously injured, and only a few people still had the strength to fight.

It can be said that Roland's blow directly disabled the entire goblin tribe.

Even if the Sword Spirit Tribe had already prepared in their hearts, they couldn't help but be dumbfounded at this time.

"I see, with such strength and talent of yours, Wharton died at your hands, not unjustly. The Great Chief said, his voice dry and low, and his whole person seemed to be much older than before, but there was not the slightest hint of panic on his face, and he seemed to be blind to the deaths and injuries of his people.

"Wharton is the child I watched grow up, he is amazingly talented, he learns everything quickly, but he is also very proud, full of ambition, I have always been worried that his pride will bring him disaster, afraid that there are people outside, he died before he grew up, but he proved with his strength that he is the most talented child in this tribe within a radius of thousands of miles, and I will let him,"

"But after thousands of calculations, I didn't expect that such a genius as you appeared in the Sword Spirit Tribe, and I knew that I should have destroyed the Sword Spirit Tribe in one go fifty years ago, but it's a pity...... But, boy, do you think that our goblin tribe continues to this day, only relying on personal bravery? You are too naïve, our tribe's spirit is the strongest among all tribes within a radius of thousands of miles, if you want to destroy my goblin tribe, first see if he agrees!"

"O spirit of the tribe, please answer my call and show up, destroy the enemies who invade the tribe, and protect your devout followers!"

The old man in gray opened his arms and called out loudly.

With his call, in the tribe behind him, a yellow-brown jewel-like stone floated up, the yellow mist lingered, flashing with a brown halo, vibrating slightly, causing a riot of the surrounding elements, and in an instant, it turned into a strange creature covered in brown scale armor, it was five feet tall, resembling a lizard, with a strange black pattern on its body, and its back was covered with thick, sharp and hideous spikes, and its whole body seemed to be made of gravel, and a handful of fine gravel slipped from its huge body from time to time.

This is the tribal spirit of the goblins - Gizamu (translated as "the lord of the mountains"), the strongest tribal spirit within a radius of thousands of miles, mysterious and powerful, so that countless enemies who invaded the goblin tribe in the past have returned with feathers, and the tribal spirit that has also devoured many tribes is extremely powerful.