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Although Christine arrived quickly, the werewolf who burst out of the pillar of light was faster than her, and the moment the light on his body bloomed, he had already rushed out, turning into a blood-red shadow and rushing towards the Lanton Legion, or the rear of the Lanton Legion, his target was the swamp clan who had just joined the Lanton Legion!

In the eyes of most people, the fleeting red shadow was just a momentary illusion of their own, and several sixth-order warriors and battle priests in the Langton Legion could only barely see the werewolves rushing towards them, and the swamp clan could only see the blood-red werewolves rushing towards them, the crocodile man Uri who took the lead and the other two werewolves.

"Yes...... It's a bloody hand!" Uri's vertical pupils were round, looking at the werewolf who was rushing towards them, he couldn't help but roar, that's right, Uri was the one who was sent down by the bloody hand Lhasa to deliver the order before, and in the end, because it really didn't look like facing the horror of Lhasa, he ran into the elite team, but he didn't expect to escape the catastrophe.

However, looking at the blood-red werewolf rushing in front of him, he couldn't help but regret a little, he knew that it was better to be directly transformed into an undead creature by that evil magic, and he didn't have to be tortured by the butcher-like bloody hand Lhasa, he now began to think about whether to find an excuse to let the other party let him go.

"What?!" Uri's words made the two werewolves behind him cry out, compared to the werewolves' fear of this one of their kindred is far greater than that of Uri, it can be said that they are full of fear of the name Bloody Hand Lhasa, and they don't dare to discuss the matter of Bloody Hand Lhasa too loudly in private conversations, and now it is a joke to fight against such an enemy, not to mention that this Bloody Hand Lhasa has been transformed by that magic and I don't know how strong it has become, and the blood pillar that reaches through the sky has already frightened them a lot.

However, the Bloody Hand did not give them much time to be afraid, and the blood-colored shadow pierced through the undead along the way like a ghost, and finally stood in front of the remnants of the swamp clan.

At this time, the swamp clan could clearly see the blood-red mist bubbling from the body of this bloody hand Lhasa, the body that was not too tall had risen to more than two meters high under the transformation of that magic, and the high-grade leather armor on the body was nowhere to be seen, and the original black-brown hair had become pitch black, which looked particularly weird and terrifying against the backdrop of the blood-red mist.

"You ...... Betrayal with me...... All have to ...... Dead !!," the bloody hand Lhasa roared in a deep voice, the claw sleeve on his hand flickering with a mixture of red and blue colors, and every time he waved his claws, a suffocating smell came from the air.

"Damn! You were a brave warrior in life, but now you're just a pathetic undead, how about losing everything......? Uh......" A werewolf behind Uri suddenly roared at Lhasa for some reason, the flail in his hand waving and making a whirring sound.

However, all this is just a note of the reason for his death, the impatient Lhasa just moved slightly, the sharp claws have already crossed the werewolf's throat, a whole piece of flesh and blood was directly ripped off by Lhasa, blood spurted out instantly, the werewolf desperately covered his throat and looked at Sara who returned to his original position with fear and hatred, and finally fell to the ground with a "plop" sound, and the blood slowly spread.

And Uri and the other werewolf basically hadn't reacted to what was happening, and by the time they came to their senses, the werewolf had already fallen to the ground, and his body was still slightly twitching. As for the other swamp clans, Lhasa's attack was completely unsightly, and some swamp clans even screamed at the fallen werewolves.

"Stupid!" Lhasa looked at the two men in front of him, "Die!" The voice was cold and merciless, as if he had slaughtered the small tribes in his lifetime, rushing into the ranks of the swamp clan like a real giant wolf, scarlet blood spraying and flowing everywhere he passed, all this looked not so terrible, but full of a strange beauty, this slaughter seemed to have become a magnificent art.

"Evil is to be killed!" a long sword burning with silver-white flames descended from the sky.

But the sword struck only an innocent lizardman, and the bloody hand Lhasa had already scurried out before the sword came, and then turned to look at the human floating in the air in front of him, although the armor of his body was completely unable to see the appearance of the enemy in front of him.

"Human ...... Dislike...... Kill!!" Lhasa roared in the language of the swamp clan, and he felt a strong danger from this enemy, not because of how strong the other party was, but because the other party was as annoying as if he were his natural enemy.

The blood shadow flickered and rushed forward, flickering around Christine, the claws ready to break through the blockade of Christine's sword and shield, and then leave deep claw prints on Christine's armor.

Christine slowly rose into the air in the continuous resistance, and Lhasa also crossed a blood-red trajectory in the sky, both sides were waiting for the weakness that the other might expose at any time or turn the weakness that was deliberately exposed into a real fatal weakness, life and death are often only in a thought.

However, Christine's arrival can be regarded as rescuing the remnants of those swamp clans, and there are not many people left, and the remaining swamp clans have been reduced to less than a thousand, and these hundreds of people were all frightened by Lhasa's attack, and they cowered between actions, not daring to attack forward at all, and the slightest pressure could make them flee.

And the luck in the misfortune is that the crocodile man Uri successfully survived, with his tough skin and a treasure from Lhasa's grasp, but he still lay on the ground for a while and pretended to be dead lest Lhasa come back to make up for her, in this moment of life and death, the dignity of the swamp clan has long been left behind by Uri, and now it is the most important thing for him to live, and other things are still waiting for him to survive.

Uri waited for Lhasa to be attracted by Christine, then stood up and began to command these basically abandoned swamp clans, and then easily killed several swamp clans that had completely collapsed to stabilize the morale of the army, so that he would not tell the story that these guys stepped on his "corpse" when he was playing dead.