Sam raised his axe and just began to roar when the splash crept past him with a slight tiptoe. The white robe that enveloped her body suddenly flew out of her body, and fell on Sam's head like a cloud, enveloping his head and face.

Sam was taken aback and hurriedly reached for it, only to be hit in the back of the head by the Eternal Sleep Guide. The girl used the back of the knife this time, and Sam's muscular body fell straight forward with a muffled thud, and the robe wrapped his head and face tighter. For a moment, Sam only felt that the sky was spinning, and Venus was popping up in front of him, but he couldn't see anything.

In a panic, Sam tried to get up, but the head was hit hard again, almost knocking him out of breath. Next, heavy blows rained down, constantly crushing and ravaging his otherwise strong body. The suffocating barrage of blows even gave him the illusion that he had collapsed on the hillside, and then a whole team of mammoths was passing by him.

Richard saw a different picture. The splash flashed behind Sam, then covered his head with his robe, and knocked him down with a stab. Then Gonder rushed over and punched and kicked Sam, who was hooded over his head. Immediately afterwards, the ogre joined in beating the water dogs. Watching Splash, Gonde, and Three-Minute Familiar kick Sam viciously and viciously, but just right to avoid the vital parts that would kill him, Richard involuntarily covered his eyes and sighed helplessly.

He had thought it was a tactic that was only popular in the dark world.

On the other side, the battlefield is devastating, with various negative spells such as the Ogre Magi constantly throwing the Slowness Technique, and the chanting bonus of the Elven Poet, the strength of the two teams is completely different from the same level. And Sam's men were horrified to find that Richard was as ruthless as they were, and the level of cooperation with each other was not on the same plane. In the blink of an eye, half of Sam's men were cut down. Several cavalrymen were surrounded by the Wind Fangs, and then in the blink of an eye, they were shredded by the Wind Blades flying from all directions.

After a few moments, the battle ended. Only eight people, including Sam, were captured alive, and the rest were cut down, including some who surrendered too slowly and were killed by mistake. Sam is still fierce, but he has been beaten to the point where he can't even stand up.

So Richard had a dozen more horses, plus a humble camp. Knights from the military skilfully cleaned the battlefield and searched for loot. In Sam's body, he did find a few pieces of the name tag of the blood sickle. It seems that Sam and the others are really here to collect the toll tax, but Richard's wealth and women have caused him to deviate slightly from his original goal.

While tidying up the battlefield, the elven poet seized the time to interrogate the captured captives. He had now learned a great deal from Richard the art of punishment and interrogation in the Dark World, and had shown an astonishing talent for it. Perhaps Olar's character without any moral bottom line also contributed to this.

Richard walked around the camp and the checkpoints, taking in every detail, and finally, he stopped in front of a few rudimentary barricades, quietly pondering.

After thinking for a while, Richard suddenly smiled and said to Quicksand: "I suddenly have some new ideas, at least I know how to make money on this land in the future." ”

"Robbery, this one is the fastest. Splash passing by next to him interjected coldly.

Richard was stunned, but actually nodded, and said, "Actually, what I thought of is similar, at least the essence is the same." ”

"Are you really going to rob?" Quicksand was stunned. However, Richard, who already knows her well, knows that most of what quicksand is worried about is whether the benefits and risks match.

"Robbery, this is a good job!" said the three-quarter-acquainted man not far away.

Looking at the eyes of everyone who were puzzled, or expectant, or excited, Richard said: "In fact, it's just the same essence as robbery, we set up cards to charge!"

What is the fee for setting up a card?

For a moment, everyone did not think about what the future of this job would be, and it was only necessary to look at the road card that had been discarded, and the camp was so poor that there was hardly anything to exchange for money. In addition to horses, only people are left. These fighters who can fight, if sold as an effort, can still be worth a little money.

And Richard is not going to explain, it is only a preliminary idea. When his power spreads throughout the bloodstained land in the future, and he uses road blocks to control all the traffic points, the wealth at that time will be called rolling in. In Richard's calculations, this income would eventually accumulate to a large number that would surprise him.

Looking at the captives again, Richard felt that everyone but Sam was visibly afraid. Big Sam was beaten with his head and face covered from the start, a street gangster style of fighting that made him feel humiliated and humiliated, and he didn't see how his men were defeated or killed.

Honestly, Sam's group are outlaws, relying on instinct and ferocity to fight. And Richard's subordinates, from splashes to infantry knights and knights who surrendered, are either regular soldiers who have undergone rigorous training, or they are killing machines who have grown up in a special environment. Between a rabble and an elite army, there is little room for comparison.

Richard walked up to the captives, pulled out a white handkerchief, slowly wiped his spotless hands, and said slowly but elegantly: "From now on, you are all my people." But if anyone wants to take advantage of my trust and kindness, think of the pile of corpses over there, who were your companions. And I, your current master, Richard Akmund, will only give you one forgiveness. If you betray me, for example, by escaping, or even by outright rebellion, then the only thing that falls into my hands is death. And I can guarantee ......"

Richard paused before adding, "...... This process can be quite painful and lengthy. ”

The effect of this passage was so obvious that even Sam winced a little as Richard's gaze passed by. Richard's gaze flicked back to Sam's face, landing on his long, clean, steady fingers. It is a pair of hands that are as graceful as a woman, and the source of countless constructs and magic. Richard wiped his spotless fingers again and said lightly, "Sam, I'll keep watching you." ”

The understatement made the big man Sam feel a chill inexplicably, and he couldn't help but shiver.

The team was quickly retracted, and both Richard and the core men had horses, while the nine captives still had to walk. Among the eight warriors of the Bloodstained Lands, Sandru was offbeat and quiet. He didn't look strong, but his face was eerie, pale and blue, somewhat similar to a zombie. Sam and the other captives subconsciously didn't want to get near the necromancer.

Quicksand and Richard walked side by side, her body covered by a white cloth cloak, revealing only a pair of amber eyes. She looked at Richard, smiled faintly, and said, "It works well?"

Richard couldn't help but nod and asked, "How did you know it would scare them?"

Quicksand said, "I'm a god, and I've been studying faith, and faith is actually the human heart, so of course I know they're afraid..."

Seeing Richard's shining gaze staring at him unrelaxedly, Quicksand knew that this answer could not be passed. She didn't think she would be able to pass the test, so she said seriously: "First of all, for these outlaws, they are not afraid of bloodshed and intimidation, or even death. There are only two kinds of people who can make them feel afraid, the madman and the **. ”

Richard snorted, his smile already a little unnatural, and continued to ask, "What about next?"

"Secondly?" Quicksand's voice seemed to be holding back a smile: "The second is that you are very suitable for such a role, so you really scared them!"

"I'm a good fit? for what??, a madman or a **?" Richard was furious, but he didn't dare to make it loud for others to hear.

Quicksand is really not polite at all: "It's all suitable!"

Richard was speechless for a long time, and finally squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Then what are you afraid of?"

Quicksand didn't want to think about it and said, "I'm afraid of men who don't keep their promises." ”

Richard was speechless again, but when he thought back to her words all the way, he felt that there seemed to be a lot of things in it.