Two hundred kilometers away, in the Gobi, a convoy is slowly advancing.

A luxurious carriage sits in the center of the procession, its wheels all equipped with shock absorbers, and it is as smooth as it is on the rough road.

Not to mention the cost of labor, the materials used to make this carriage alone are worth 100,000 gold coins, and its purpose is not only to improve the comfort of passengers. In fact, it is a magic chariot that provides a smooth environment for mages to meditate during the march. In addition, there is also a magic circle set up in the carriage, which can greatly improve the efficiency of meditation.

In Norland, there is no market for this kind of chariot at all, and it belongs to the chicken ribs that high-level mages can't use and low-level mages can't afford to use. Strictly speaking, this chariot is actually a tool used by magicians to assert their status.

A young mage in his mid-thirties sat in a chariot. His appearance is very handsome, and he exudes an air of confidence.

Inside the carriage sat two young and beautiful female mages, who were the assistants of the young mages, who could not only help sort out complicated information and official documents, but also provide "services" for the master with their sexy bodies and exquisite skills.

A large map was nailed to the wall, which not only recorded the location of all the oases in the Bloodstained Lands, but also marked the range of activities of the various factions. In addition, the specialties of different regions are also annotated in detail.

This map is of inestimable value, it is a treasure created by the Red Cossacks with countless human lives.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the carriage door. With the permission of the young mage, one of the warriors opened the door of the car and handed the latest information to the two female mages. After examination, they handed over the paper with the information to the young mage.

The information was long, densely written on three sheets of paper. However, it only took half a minute for the young mage to read it.

"Sully's cavalry suffered heavy losses, losing more than a hundred men and killing more than thirty of the enemy...... Well, this Sally didn't tell the truth. The young mage walked up to the map, sketched the outline of the battlefield with his pen, and wrote the number "14". Then he stood in front of the map and fell into deep thought.

The carriage fell silent, and the two female assistants didn't even dare to come out, for fear of disturbing the young mage's thinking. They all knew that the Venerable Highness Sarenwell in front of them hated being disturbed when they were thinking.

Sarenwell is not only a twelfth-level great magician, but also one of the princes of the Iron Triangle Empire. Not only that, but he also won brilliant victories in dozens of large and small wars, earning him the reputation of "war artist". However, such a noble and famous general turned out to appear in the bloodstained land, and he also became the commander of the Red Cossacks. If this matter is spread out, it will definitely cause a lot of turmoil in that huge and complicated country in the north.

Sarenwell silently calculated for a moment, then drew three arrows from last night's battlefield, representing the three directions of escape that Richard might choose. Among them, the arrow pointing to the north is also clearly marked. If Richard could see the map, he would have been amazed. The route that Sarenwell deduced was almost exactly the same as the route Richard chose!

On the map, the area is also marked with ten wolf heads. Quietly, the number of vicious wolves rounding up Richard has increased to 5,000.

However, Richard marched quickly and had a strong command of the battlefield. He was always able to find the weak points in the encirclement and thus escape. In addition, the complex terrain of the Bloodstained Lands also brought a certain amount of interference to the Red Cossacks.

Sorenwell pulled out a piece of paper and wrote down the latest casualty figures. In the summary column, a staggering set of data jumps onto the page: three thousand six hundred against two hundred and eighty!

More than seven times the number of troops, but with a one-to-thirteen battle loss, even Sarenwell felt incredible.

At the heart of the wolf pack tactics is to overwhelm the enemy with a barrage of attacks. Once Richard's speed slowed down, Sarenwell would close the encirclement and annihilate him with superior forces. However, Richard's whereabouts are erratic, and his combat effectiveness far exceeds Sarenwell's expectations, which makes it impossible to achieve his goals, and he can only play hide and seek with his prey in the bloodstained land.

Sarenwell stroked his beard and smiled, "This guy is really a rare opponent! even more powerful than Li Shilongtu when he was young." But you met me, and I can only say that I am unlucky. I'll teach you a good lesson about the difference between strategy and tactics. Win a few more battles, Richard! The more you move forward, the closer you get to destruction. Do you want to escape to the mountains, then make this place your burial place!"

Sarenwell placed one wolf head north of Richard, and then placed the rest of the wolf heads on the east and west sides, trying to outflank Richard's team.

On the map, the border between the Bloodstained Lands and the Iron Triangle Empire is marked with three skeletons. Here, Sarenwell opened a pocket, just waiting for the prey to burrow inside.

Before giving the order, Sarenwell glanced at the map again, and suddenly saw that Richard's march route had formed a series of complex curves. Outwardly, the guy looked like he was running north. However, compared to the original point of engagement, he only ran a straight distance of thirty kilometers.

Seeing this line, Sarenwell's face changed: "No! This guy, is he trying to consume my troops in the battle of movement? Damn! Now the casualties are already a little large, and the fighting spirit of that group of rabble will definitely weaken, and it must be fought quickly!" He then remembered that his troops were not the regular army of the Iron Triangle Empire, but a group of horse bandits, hooligans, and villains.

Sarenwell stood in front of the map and began to analyze the battle again.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the door. Sarenwell frowned in displeasure and shouted out the door, "What's the matter?"

"My lord, we must move immediately!" a resolute middle-aged man walked in and said anxiously.

Sarenwell's face changed and he asked, "What happened?"

"A team of elite knights has appeared in the northeast and is rushing towards us!"

"What did you say?" Sarenwell couldn't believe his ears. Just a moment ago, he was in control of the battlefield, but now he has fallen to the point of being raided? If the middle-aged man who reported the news was not the captain of the personal guard who had followed him for many years, Sarenwell would definitely have someone drag him down and cut him down.

At this moment, the ground suddenly shook, and the faces of Sarenwell and the captain of the guard changed drastically. They were all battle-hardened figures, and they realized in an instant what the shaking meant.

The enemy's cavalry has rushed to the front!

"Enemy attack!"

"Array! Array! All shield bearers are here!"

"Send a signal and let the surrounding troops rush over immediately!"

Before Sarenwell's troops could get in formation, Reilly had already rushed over with his knights.

(Ultra Magic: Spell Spread!)

This time, he didn't call out the name of the skill, but just read it in his mind.

A dim magical glow enveloped the entire convoy, depriving Sallywell of a chance to escape. The next moment, the Knight of Dawn rushed into the line of the guards, tearing a gap in it. Later, the puppet knights widened the gap again, crushing the enemy's defenses.

The captain of the guard roared and rushed out, swinging his big sword and slashing at the Dawning Knight, who did not dodge or dodge, and stabbed the opponent in the chest with a shot, directly putting on a posture of exchanging life for life!

The captain of the personal guard changed his complexion, and then showed a resolute expression. He is also a battle-hardened powerhouse, so he naturally understands that the situation in front of him cannot be retreated. Only by forging ahead can we win a glimmer of life!

The weapons of both sides hit the target almost at the same time, but the result was not the defeat of both sides as the captain of the guard imagined.

The Knight of Dawn summons the shield wall that comes with the Courage set and blocks the captain's greatsword. At the same time, his spear pierced the heart of his opponent.

Seeing the fifteenth-level captain of the personal guard fall to the ground, Sarenwell looked dazed.

"I ...... Defeated?"