What followed was a three-hour continuous march. When the majestic mountains of the north finally appeared on the horizon, Richard encountered only one pursuit, and lightly repelled his opponents, leaving them with more than thirty corpses. Then from nightfall until dawn the next day, it was all safe.

When he led the team to the foot of the mountain, Richard frowned unconsciously, stared at the bloodstained land in the south, and was silent for a moment.

"Chief, why don't you leave?" asked Gonde, standing beside Richard, as he unfastened his water bag, shook it, and took a few large sips.

A familiar fishy smell came to the nostrils, and the water bag was filled with horse blood, which was now in a semi-condensed state, and the taste was particularly pungent.

"Let everyone rest on the spot, we wait for the enemy. Richard said. So the warriors dismounted one after another, sat on the ground, and many fell asleep with their heads down. The priests, on the other hand, seized the time to meditate in order to regain their mana.

Richard was still thinking. Countless thoughts tumbled and fluctuated in my mind, and countless deductions and results were produced in an instant.

Since that tactical turnaround, the Red Cossacks' follow-up has become extremely bizarre. But whatever the purpose, it was ostensibly advantageous to Richard's side. With fewer encounters, the team will be able to get enough rest, and if the attacker is not motivated to leave, the team's battle damage will be reduced.

Richard squinted slightly, looking out into the foothills of the mountains to the north, what awaited him in front of him?

As early as the beginning of Richard's alarm about falling into the tactics of the Red Cossack wolf pack, he changed his tactics in time.

In his plan, the Red Cossacks were to be consumed as much as possible in a campaign battle, and then go around back to the vicinity of the Bloodstone camp along the eastern border of the Bloodstained Lands. The brood is still active in the vast and uninhabited mountainous area, it seems to have become the overlord of that area, the number of wind fangs has accumulated to hundreds, and many demonic beasts equivalent to twelve or three levels have become food for the mother nest under the wolf pack tactics, and then transformed into a head of wind teeth. And with the increase in the number of eating and producing tusks, it is not far from the brood to be upgraded again.

Richard will gather all his strength in the mountainous area of the Bloodstone camp and fight the Red Cossacks to the death.

However, just recently, on this day and night, the tide of battle seemed to have begun to change strangely. Richard closed his eyes, banished the distractions in his mind, and focused on meditation.

At this time, the most important thing is that in the next encounter, there is no accumulation of tactical advantages, how to talk about the achievement of strategic goals.

That's two hours. Richard's soldiers had already rested, and even had time to eat a meal of roast horse jerky, and most of their bodies were restored. It was only then that Richard saw billowing smoke and dust on the distant horizon, and a group of knights galloping past in the distance.

But they were running sideways, not straight in Richard's direction. It wasn't until a sharp-eyed guy saw the anomaly that the horse bandit cavalry roared. A kilometer apart, they stopped, confronting Richard from afar, and for a moment they didn't know whether to charge directly or outflank them.

This is the first time that this has happened in more than ten days of fighting. For the first time, Richard's team was well rested.

Observing the horse bandits on the opposite side, he recalled the last battle, and the horse team of three hundred men retreated in a hurry after losing only a tenth of the battle. Richard suddenly showed a smile, pointed to the horse bandits opposite, and said, "Let's go and drive them away!"

The warriors then rose, and the barbarians formed a neat line and began to advance, while the cavalry on both flanks began to outflank them to the left and right. Whenever given the opportunity, these sandfolk will bite their opponents like hungry wolves, giving the wolves a chance to catch up and even tear them apart.

The bandits were visibly flustered, and eventually turned around and ran away with a whistle before entering range. Because they no longer see a tired prey, but a fierce beast that is recharged. Past experience told them that the cavalry of five hundred men was facing Richard's completed army head-on, and there would be no second outcome except for the defeat of the large numbers.

The difference in command between Sarenwell and the head of the Red Cossack Escort was revealed a day after the change of commander. And the consequences of the previous first-class battle damage on morale also broke out.

Richard continued to march north with a well-rested team, and although he had set the decisive battle at Camp Bloodstone, the exploration of the border mountains of the Iron Triangle Empire was equally important to him, and it was worth trying whenever he had the opportunity. He pondered on horseback, reacting the last few encounters before revealing a light-hearted smile, "It looks like our opponent has changed, good thing." ”

Although it was not known what had happened, the mysterious hand that had manipulated the numerous wolves to accurately block the volley had apparently disappeared, and the Red Cossacks had returned to the level of scattered safaris in the early days.

This is cheerful news, the hunt of the Red Cossacks has changed from loose to meticulous and loose, and what is behind it, what conspiracy exists, it does not matter to Richard now. As long as the core strength of the team is preserved, the successful entry into the mountains, and the completion of the exploration of the origin of the Schumpeter family is the greatest victory.

The continuous and harsh battles beyond imagination were like hammers, constantly beating Richard, making his heart and will continue to harden. Now that Richard had a natural majesty in his gestures, his words were still not much, but they were concise and to the point. And the handsome face, which was originally inherited from the blood of the elves, gradually revealed a rough and vast feeling, and was no longer delicate and delicate.

"Quicksand, do you feel anything?" asked Richard.

At this time, they had already entered the border mountains of the Iron Triangle Empire, and they also confirmed Richard's previous judgment about the change in the combat power of the Red Cossacks.

Quicksand held the Book of Time in both hands, and a pale golden hourglass floated on the page, slowly spinning. She stared at the hourglass, then pointed to the northwest and said, "In that direction, there used to be strong fluctuations in space-time. ”

"Okay, let's go over and have a look. Richard waved his hand, and then led the team and disappeared into the vast mountains and forests.

At nightfall, on a gentle slope, the warriors set up tents and lit bonfires, and the hunting beasts were washed and stripped by the stream, and then roasted on the fire. When the aroma of barbecue began to spread, the camp erupted in cheers! They hadn't had a shower or drink clean water for more than ten days, let alone take a bite of the scalding oily barbecue.

Richard finally took a shower. Although the stream in the mountains and forests has a chill to the bone, when it is poured on the body and washed away the dirt accumulated over many days, it makes people feel comfortable.

This is a hidden clearing in the upper reaches of the stream, where the rushing mountain stream has a twist, and the water flow is relatively gentle. And right next to Richard, quicksand was also washing her body, and when she saw her beautiful amber features and the magic pattern that had become one with her body, Richard couldn't help but go over and help her scrub it, and then dragged her up to the riverbank halfway through the process, and directly overwhelmed her. Immediately, the stream's side resounded with the distinctive sound of fierce wheezing and hand-to-hand combat.

As soon as the battle began, Richard suddenly stiffened and whispered, "Someone peeked!"

Quicksand was half-squinting, and said softly like ** at the moment: "Who is it?"

"Splash!" Naturally, the position of the soul guard could not be hidden from Richard. No one but her could hide Richard's perception at such a close distance.

Unexpectedly, Quicksand's body suddenly became hot, and while writhing violently, he said, "Let her see!"

Richard had never experienced hand-to-hand combat in which someone was watching the battle, and at this time, while feeling weird, there was an extremely strange thrill that came to him, so he roared like a beast, and became as fierce as a beast!

By the time Richard and Quicksand returned to camp, an hour had passed. The splash watched the whole game until Richard stood up and quietly retreated.