When the two legions were defeated, Akane's elven troops were still in their early 5,000s. More than half of the casualty rate can collapse any army, but in the world of Iscara, there is no such thing as morale. These warriors can fight to the death one by one, and they can exert every ounce of their combat power. But if there is no morale, there will be no outbursts. Akane is clearly not very comfortable with the style of this army, but Richard is more than handy, and the combat unit of the brood is this cold, precise and wit-like style.

Richard's troops suffered just over a hundred casualties, most of them in shield battles on foot. But Richard didn't feel relaxed at all, but felt heavy. When the shield battle is depleted, the knight lacks the protection he deserves, and will fall into the quagmire of chaos.

Iscara did not give them time to recuperate, and the colossal voice once again dominated the world, announcing the beginning of the third wave of the offensive.

This time, four corps were dispatched at the same time. In stark contrast to the previous ones were the hundreds of mages floating above each legion. At the first glance of these mages, Richard didn't say a word, jumped off his warhorse, and pulled out his long knife Moonlight again.

A real bitter battle.

Richard felt as if he had become two people, one condescending from a position overlooking the battlefield, constantly giving orders, leading his troops to attack the weaknesses of his opponents. And the other is to constantly cut down the enemies that appear in front of him one by one. But the enemies are endless, and Richard even has the illusion that the chopping action is becoming mechanical and numb.

Richard's magic was still abundant, and he was like a miserly miser, carefully calculating the use of every drop of mana. The moonlight flickered, but most of them relied on their own sharpness to slash their opponents. Even so, Richard's magic was slowly declining.

A pair of long, sharp blades suddenly reminded Richard of the original creations of the brood, those fierce but average swift beasts. Dealing with this arthropod-shaped opponent, Richard didn't need to think at all, and the moonlight instinctively stabbed forward and cut the head of the alien warrior. Immediately Richard bypassed the large opponent, and was not willing to consume the body to push it away.

Hiding behind the alien was a four-armed mage, who had no idea that Richard would suddenly appear, his four arms still waving and preparing a spell. For such a gift, Richard naturally had no reason to let go, and the moonlight bloomed lightly, and all four of its arms were removed. The arm is the four-armed mage's tool for casting, and neither decapitation nor waist slashing can prevent it from casting.

Richard kept advancing, and in the eyes of the third consciousness there were only endless enemies, and the Buddha could never finish killing. I don't know how long it took, Richard cut down a strong horned demon, and suddenly his eyes were empty, and within more than ten meters, there was no enemy.

Win?

Richard looked around, and there were only scattered enemies left, and he had indeed won. When he looked back, he saw that there were less than three hundred warriors behind him. With a flash of cyan light in her sight, Akane's jumping ponytail reappeared, and the blue sky swept in half, cutting dozens of enemies in half. She is still like the wind and fire, and her spears are like rainbows, chasing and killing her opponents all over the field. However, there was no one behind her.

At this moment, Richard had forgotten the time of the battle, and all he could remember was that he had wiped out the seven full legions of Iscara. On the distant horizon, there was finally a gap in the black crowd. But the gap was too small and too small, like an apple that had been bitten in.

Richard didn't even think about the number of enemies, it was a number that would make people lose motivation when they thought about it. He simply turned around and regrouped the remnants of his warriors, and then continued to sweep the remnants everywhere. Every warrior on the opposite side is part of Iscara's power, and being able to kill one is one. At this time, Richard finally had time to take another look at Akane, and then his pupils froze. There were already a few more streaks of blood on Akane's face, and more blood was running down her hairline.

Akane was already injured, and Richard knew that the fourth wave of the offensive was no longer going to survive.

"Aunt Qian!" exclaimed Richard Yaoyao.

"Don't bother me to kill, do whatever you have to do!" As she spoke, the blue sky in Akane's hand snapped away, dropping the dozen or so mages in the air one by one.

Richard ignored Akane's threat and said to himself, "I'm in front of this wave of enemies! ”

Akane was shocked when she heard this, turned her head to look at the enemy who was still black and oppressive in the distance, flicked her ponytail, and said, "Okay! ”

Richard smiled and said, "No, I still want to go back!"

Akane swung her spear and swept away several of her enemies, saying, "Of course you have to go back! ”

There were not many remnants of enemies left on the battlefield, and at this moment Iscara's voice sounded again. This time, he applauded first, and after a long round of applause, he said, "What a wonderful thing, little one, you have given me a very unexpected surprise." With this amount of troops, the number of kills and casualties is actually six times that of the elf army, and even I can't command it myself. On this chessboard, you are the best chess player I have ever met. When you are killed, I will resurrect you again and make you the commander of my Grand Army, and under your authority, there will be a complete chessboard!"

For Iscara's "honor and favor", Richard clearly had no interest in accepting it. However, while asking Iscara about the authority of the Grand Legion Commander and the location of the chessboard, he stepped up to sweep away the remaining enemies on the battlefield. On the chessboard, the warriors would fight forever until they were killed. But they can also get tired, and they have only a limited amount of lawful intelligence. Richard was seizing an opportunity to stall for time in order to allow his surviving mages to regain some mana.

Iscara answered Richard's questions one by one, explaining them in great detail, and Richard understood that the so-called chessboard was a battlefield like the one now, and each battlefield was responsible for the erosion of tens of millions of crystal walls around it. Richard's legions could be as many as fifty, and so on. And as a price for serving Iscara, Richard can first of all be immortal: as long as Iscara does not die, he can not die. In addition, Richard can choose one of the captured planes to dominate...... There are dozens of similar benefits.

After ten minutes of conversation, Iscara said, "Little one, you're pretty much rested." These hours are a reward for your wonderful conduct, and now the break is over!"

With Iscara's voice, his legion went out again. This time, the enemy was all over the mountains, with eight legions and nearly 300,000 warriors! The mages flying in the air were as dense as a huge flock of migrating birds. With such a large number of enemies, it is to let Richard cut them one by one, and I don't know how long it will take. These enemies, even if they are dragged, can drag Richard to death, and tired can also exhaust him.

Richard slashed down the enemy in front of him, looked at the enemy in the distance like a tide, and snorted, "That's enough." ”

Akane walked over and said, "What, scared?"

Richard laughed and said, "Of course not! It's just a bit of a hassle to kill." ”

"Then what are you waiting for, of course the trouble must be solved as soon as possible!"

Richard waved a few clicks of the moonlight, and the blade rippled in layers, and said, "Okay! Then I'll go!"

Akane nodded and said, "You go, I'll come later." ”

Richard sheathed the moonlight with his backhand, picked up a spear from the ground, pulled a war horse from his hand, turned on the horse, and instigated the war horse to take small steps, leisurely meeting the enemy a thousand times his size. The surviving 300 warriors formed a sharp formation behind Richard and moved forward.

Akane was still standing in place, the blue sky tapping the ground, and the unruly ponytail fluttering fiercely in the wind!

Viewed from the air, Iscara's army was advancing across the land like a rolling black tide. On the other side of the Kuroshio, Richard's small army was like a light boat, heading up the tide.

Five hundred meters away, Richard suddenly shouted, began to speed up, all the warriors and mages also accelerated at the same time, and this small army rushed towards Iscara's army with an indomitable momentum!

A strange whistling sounded in the air, and the aura of energy became extremely violent, and the magic of both sides arrived before the two sides collided. More than a dozen fireballs or frost balls exploded in succession in the Iscara army's formation, blasting hundreds of soldiers away, but countless ice winds and flames completely overwhelmed Richard's small team!

The furious energy filled the frontier in an instant, so much so that the Horned Demons who were acting as pioneers subconsciously slowed down. In their simple consciousness, no one will survive such an attack. Just as they hesitated, a fiery knight suddenly rushed out of the raging flames and slammed into the Horned Demon's line, knocking more than a dozen Horned Demons alive in an instant!

The spear in Richard's hand was already pierced with a full three-headed Horned Demon, and with a shake of his hand, he threw the three-headed Horned Demon forward, and knocked down several Horned Demons who were in the way. The spear then stabbed and pierced the two horned demons in a string.

The war horse under Richard's crotch rushed forward desperately, knocking countless strong horned demons out of the way or simply stepping under their hooves. But it didn't go far before it hissed and fell to the ground with a bang. Richard jumped to his feet and glanced down at the warhorse, which was still on fire. When it was forced out of the bombardment of magic, the war horse was already dead, and it was a miracle that it was able to burst out with its last strength. In the incomparably terrifying magical bombardment just now, Richard could only protect himself, and he was powerless to take care of the war horse.

At this moment, Richard looked back, only to see that there were only a dozen warriors left who followed him through the magical bombardment, and the rest had fallen into the magical death storm.

Richard fell from the sky, and the surrounding Horned Demon and other warriors of all kinds immediately swarmed up, completely submerging Richard. More warrior monsters continued to pounce, pressing on top of each other, and in the blink of an eye, a hill was piled up......