"What's the matter, retreat quickly!" The warriors who resisted Meng Ge were also stunned when they saw Zhang Dali who suddenly appeared, but the boss was about to go berserk and the situation was critical, and now was not the time to investigate Zhang Dali's appearance here.

Long Teng Xiaoxin's faces changed when they heard the warrior's roar, and none of them dared to stand in place stupidly, so they hurriedly pulled out their legs and rushed to where Zhang Dali was.

Zhang Dali, who was originally walking forward, immediately stopped when he heard this, he could see that there were four people, at least the warrior should have fought with this BOSS, and he knew that the BOSS would be berserk.

Moreover, it seems that the boss will attack in a group after going berserk, otherwise he would not be in a hurry to let the three of them run away.

At this time, he stepped forward again undoubtedly to die.

Staring closely at the oncoming three people, Zhang Dali stepped back quickly, and at the same time clenched the wooden sword in his hand, ready to wait for the three people to get close and give them a whirlwind to send them to the western sky.

“He－a！” Just as Zhang Dali quickly retreated, and the three of Longteng Xiaoxin were also running, Meng Ge erupted into a hoarse howl of pain, and sharp sound waves echoed in the cave, like sharp knives smashing everyone's bodies and minds.

"Damn, what's the situation!" Screaming in his ears, Zhang Dali suddenly felt an indescribable suffocation and discomfort, as if his mind had suffered a major blow at this moment, which made him have a slight headache.

What surprised him even more was that he was about ten meters away from Monge, but this scream actually caused him to lose most of his blood at once, almost hung him up, and made him fall into a negative state.

- Scream of Pain: A shrill howl that pierces your mind, making it difficult for you to concentrate, reducing all stats by 20%.

At the same time, Zhang Dali was surprised to see that the three Longteng Xiaoxin, who were originally rushing towards him, fell to the ground one after another in the run, and it could be seen from the red blood bar that fell into gray at the moment when they flew straight down above their heads, they were hanged.

Among the three, Long Teng Xiaoxin, who ran in the front, was the last one to hang up, and the moment he fell, Zhang Dali clearly saw the resentment in his eyes.

"Grass!" Zhang Dali read a word from Long Teng Xiaoxin's expression, which probably represented his mood before he died.

"That's awesome." Zhang Dali, who was lucky enough to survive the screams, saw the three of them turn into corpses, and he was glad in his heart.

Judging from the blood loss speed of the three people just now, the damage of this screaming skill is judged according to the distance range of the person, otherwise Long Teng Xiaoxin, who is a mage, would not live longer than Long Teng Xiao, who has significantly more blood than him.

Obviously, the three of Longteng Xiaoxin could have avoided death, but because of Zhang Dali's appearance, they had a brief pause, which made them miss the opportunity to escape.

Three people died without using a knife, and Zhang Dali was surprised and slightly happy.

Killing people is a red name, and now that the three of them were killed by Monger, it is undoubtedly a good thing for him.

Hurriedly knocked a bottle of weak life potion dropped from the monster before to make up for the dropped health, I don't know if there is still a backup move Zhang Dali continued to retreat quickly, while looking at the warriors and Munge who were still fighting.

At this time, a dark red luster appeared on the surface of Munge's body, and his attack speed increased significantly, apparently due to madness.

And the warrior who, like him, survived the Munger Howling skill was obviously a little overwhelmed.

The amount of health he had left was decreasing under the rapid slapping of Mung's big hands, and Mung's natural bloodthirsty passivity actually rebounded.

Zhang Dali could see that it wouldn't be long before the warrior would follow in the footsteps of the three of Longteng Xiaoxin.

"Friend, can you help, the spoils are divided equally." The soldier also knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely have only one way to die.

He was full of anger and hostility towards Zhang Dali, who indirectly killed the three of Longteng Xiaoxin, but for the sake of interests, he had to temporarily suppress the anger in his heart.

"Divide it evenly." Zhang Dali, who coveted Mengge's screaming skill, cast a skill copy on Mengge from afar, and hesitated slightly in his heart.

If according to the first-come, first-served rule, as a latecomer, or a latecomer who only appeared when the boss was about to run out of blood, he could get half of the loot was already a big bargain, after all, if he hadn't appeared and killed the three of Longteng Xiaoxin, the four of them should have been able to kill Meng Ge properly.

Furthermore, he thought that this warrior should be a member of the Dragon Teng Guild just like the three people who died, and the Dragon Teng Guild was a big guild, so it was of course best not to offend.

It's just that he suddenly appeared and killed three people, so that they who could have been able to kill the boss steadily and get all the loot had to cut their flesh and share it with him, this kind of grievance is that he can't swallow it, can the four of them swallow it?

Zhang Dali felt that he definitely couldn't, guild players had always been domineering and unreasonable in his impression, and it was their characteristic to repay their eyes, and if anyone snatched benefits from them, they had to be prepared for a stormy revenge.

At the moment, the situation is stronger than people, and the warrior asked him for help as a last resort, who knows if he will usher in the autumn queen after he helps kill Monge.

Zhang Dali didn't believe that he would not offend these people if he chose to share the spoils equally, not to mention that he had a holiday with Long Teng Xiaoxin and Long Teng Xiao.

No matter how you look at it, it seems unlikely that he will be able to live peacefully with them. Anyway, it's already offended, so it's better to offend more thoroughly.

Thinking like this, Zhang Dali swept away the hesitation in his heart, and stood in place waiting for the soldier to be slapped to death by Mengge.

If you can take advantage of it without being famous, this is the way.

"Friend, I and the previous three people are all members of the Dragon Teng Guild, if you help me today, we will all remember your goodness, and if you ask us for help in the future, we will definitely help you." The soldier saw that although Zhang Dali stopped retreating, he had no intention of stepping forward to help, and he was very unhappy and wanted to cut people, but he could only endure his anger and follow the good path.

"Three seconds? Well, maybe four seconds. "Zhang Dali has decided not to help, that is, not to help, since he can monopolize the spoils of war by himself, why should he share it with others. He stood leisurely in the distance, estimating how long the warrior would survive Munge's furious onslaught.

"Everyone is from the Silent Village, and they don't see anyone who looks up and looks down. If you help now, we'll see each other in the future. Otherwise, you know. The soldier saw that Zhang Dali was still indifferent, and it was no longer possible to suppress the dissatisfaction in his heart, and his tone immediately became much more indifferent, and the threat was obvious.

Zhang Dali was not happy to hear this, but he didn't say anything, just continued to maintain a cold sideline posture, like a blind man who didn't see anything.

"Then let's die together, you think you can kill it if I die, naïve." His own blood level was immediately bottomed out, and the warrior was sure that Zhang Dali would not come up to help, and he would no longer continue to entangle with Meng, so he ran to Zhang Dali's location, intending to involve Zhang Dali in a fighting state, so that after his death, Mengge's hatred would be transferred to Zhang Dali.

It's a pity that Munger's movement speed after his rage is much faster than his running speed, he can't keep a distance from Munger at all, and he has only run a few steps before he has been beaten by Munger one after another until only a trace of blood skin remains, and another blow will kill him.

"I remember you, don't go back to Silent Village, and don't let me see you again." Knowing that he was certain to die, the warrior stopped running, glared at Zhang Dali with indignation, gritted his teeth and said his last words.

"Let's go, don't send it. See you again, worship you. Zhang Dali, who was silent, finally spoke, and he waved his hand at the warrior who was unwilling to fall, with a relaxed and casual expression, as if he was bidding farewell to a friend.