"Ahh Roar..... The "loser" let out a scream that shook the mountain pass. He threw the goblin against the rocks on the hillside, covered his left eye with both hands, and a short bolt came out of his hand, and along with the bolt spilled through his fingers, there was a gushing stream of blood, which not only smeared his entire face like a demon from hell in the lizardman's painful roar, but also stained his only remaining right eye red.

Tumenka's injuries were also very bad, one leg and one arm were bent unnaturally, and he was still spitting out mouthfuls of blood, but he was not yet unconscious, holding the * tightly in his hand, and still struggling to get the arrow on.

Just when the crossbow arrow was about to be wound, the struggling and roaring "loser" suddenly let out a more violent roar, and Zhang Lan, who was still in shock, followed the voice, only to see that the place where the "loser" originally left eye had now completely turned into a pool of blood, which was constantly spraying blood, and he was still holding a crossbow arrow in his right hand, which had been pinched and shattered inch by inch at this time. He howled as he quickly pulled out a packet of powder from his body and poured it into the "blood fountain", and in a short time the sprayed blood fountain solidified.

After dealing with the injury, the "loser" used the remaining one-eyed shadow to search for the enemy who had injured him, and when the focus of his right eye finally focused on Tumenka on the ground, he saw that he was already shooting at himself with the only hand that could move, and the "loser" instinctively dodged to the side, and then suddenly felt a pain in his left chest, he looked down at the pain and found a crossbow arrow like the crossbow arrow in his hand trembling and exposed outside the leather armor.

Although this crossbow arrow penetrates deep into the skin armor and penetrates the muscles, the goblins* are not prepared to deal with the sudden appearance of the lizardmen, and compared to the large body of the lizardmen, the strength of the goblins* and the length of the crossbow arrows are insufficient to inflict fatal damage on the "loser".

Feeling the pain caused by the arrows, he didn't expect that the goblins like ants would cause him so much damage, the "lizardman" let out a roar and suddenly rushed out, picked up the iron spear that fell to the ground and stabbed at Tumka, and after shooting the crossbow arrow, Tumenka was on the verge of running out of oil, and there was no resistance under the lizardman's spurt, and the iron spear easily pierced through the body.

The "loser" raised the goblin-clad iron spear alof, licked the blood flowing down the iron spear with a long snake letter, and then raised his head to the sky and let out a beastly howl of victory, the sound of which shook the wilderness.

And seeing this scene, Zhang Lan changed from shock to anger, and anger turned into hatred that permeated his body and mind, this was the first time he saw someone who had crossed paths with him die tragically in front of his eyes, not long ago he also said to Tumenka that he would save the goblin clan with him, but at this moment he has become the flesh and blood banner of the enemy to declare victory, they deeply felt for the first time what kind of emotion hatred is, it is an emotion that is more fiery and more painful than anger, he felt that there was a fire in his chest about to explode, and the blood of his whole body was stirred by this flame, It made his eyes red. Just as the "loser" turned his head to look at him greedily with the only one-eyed, the fire finally broke out.

Zhang Lan's right hand suddenly burst out with a half-foot-long blue light, and this blue fiber was thin and fragile, but when it flashed the lizardman's right elbow behind him, it easily split that half of his arm like cutting tofu. Before the lizardman's pain could be transmitted to the brain, Zhang Lan in his arms had already shot out and went straight to the "loser".

The "loser" was also shocked to see Zhang Lan escape from the control of the "winner", and just as he was about to stab the iron spear at Zhang Lan, who was rushing forward, he was slowed down by the corpse of Tumenka on the iron spear. It was this line, the loser watched Zhang Lan rush into his arms, and then punched his right chest, more than a ton of power concentrated on the small fist, the body of the "loser" did not even move in the slightest after this punch, and saw a bloody hole in his back, the broken heart gushed out with blood, and a clenched fist was slowly retracting. The "loser" had a cracked look on his face, and he couldn't figure out why such a short body had so much power until he died.

Zhang Lan, who withdrew her fist, looked at the corpse of the lizardman who was still spraying blood on herself, turned around and kicked the corpse of the lizardman far away, this kick full of hatred kicked the corpse of the lizardman a hundred meters away, and landed on a high solid stone that was split in two by a huge inertia, and fell into the col in pieces.

Zhang Lan, who cleaned up the lizardmen, took out the spear on Tumenka's corpse, and said to him after a moment of silence: "Don't worry, I will definitely kill all these lizardmen and save the goblin clan" After speaking, he stretched out his palm and slowly closed the goblin's angry eyes.

Putting the goblin corpse on the ground, Zhang Lan turned around and calmly looked at the "victor" with only one arm left in the distance, desperately fleeing like a lost dog among the thorns and rocks.

When Zhang Lan cut off his arm, the lizardman knew that he had no chance of winning, because the same thing as the sharp blue light, the "winner" had only been seen by luck in the adults of the vulture dragon blood armor, and each of those adults was a strong man who could match ten thousand people, and it was by no means something that his own miscellaneous soldiers could deal with, he could only run away now and try his best to escape, he had to rush back to tell the vultures that the dragon king had also appeared here that was strong enough to match the vulture dragon blood armor, so that he would be given the glory of a lifetime and a huge reward. Thinking of this, his already exhausted body was once again filled with strength. Just as he had run a full five hundred meters away, and was about to rejoice that he had escaped, an iron spear that fell from the sky nailed him to a boulder, shattering his glory and reward.

Throwing the deadly spear, Zhang Lan looked at his hands, he felt that the power of hatred was still surging in his body, this power made him strong but also made him feel extremely anxious and depressed, longing for catharsis and release.

"This is the battlefield, where hatred is born and hatred is released" Just when Zhang Lan felt at a loss, an indifferent voice suddenly sounded behind her.