Mark the Blood Scythe occupies an entire block, and the vital spring is hidden in the courtyard of his house. The neighborhood is home to taverns and a casino, with casinos being Mark's main source of income. But even though it's prime time, there aren't many people in the casino.

Richard thought for a moment, and then judged that it was not because of the events in the Colosseum tonight, because the news would not have spread so quickly. It seems that this was the case with the casino earlier, and it was because of the income problem that Mark sent Sam outside Camp Bloodstone to collect the toll tax. However, with Mark's personality and way of doing things, it is strange that the casino business will be good.

Camp Bloodstone wasn't huge, and Richard galloped at full speed, rushing to Mark's lair on the other side of the camp in a few minutes. The huge cavalry almost alarmed half of the people in the Bloodstone camp, but the speed of their assault was so fast that before the few orc warriors on patrol could even shout a few times, Richard and the others had already gone far away.

In front of the gate of Marven's lair, everyone turned over and dismounted, and two ogres also rushed over. With a wave of his hand and a finger, Richard roared angrily, and his speed did not decrease but increased, and he rushed straight to the gate, and in the last few steps, he jumped up and slammed the hammer in his hand against the gate! With a loud bang, the gate completely broke away from the door frame, flew out of the courtyard, and fell to the ground, and for a while smoke and dust were everywhere.

Richard had already stood in front of the gate, and the fragments between his hands began to display, and the next moment five ferocious wolves rushed into the courtyard and began to ferociously attack something that was moving within his field of vision. Exclamations and screams rang out at the same time, and the courtyard was immediately in chaos.

The attack came so quickly that the sentries who were napping in the watchtowers at the corners of the courtyard wall began to probe at this point, not knowing what was happening. But two sharp arrows then pierced the darkness and pinned the sentinel's throat, sealing their ability to shout. Richard stood at the gate, continuing to chant the incantation calmly, and a few seconds later, five more ferocious wolves appeared in the courtyard, causing even more chaos.

As the ferocious wolf began to pounce in the courtyard, Richard began to cast a fireball spell that was too familiar to be cooked. And when he began to chant the incantation, several of his own people showed some strange expressions.

Large-scale magic is indiscriminate attacks that do not distinguish between the enemy and the enemy, and Richard's magic tactics are to give full play to this characteristic, this is not the first time, the fireball matrix formed by the time-delayed fireball covers its own summoned creatures, and people who are not familiar with Richard are afraid that their hands will suffer heavy losses under the fireball matrix. It has to be said that this tactic is extremely insidious and ruthless, but it is very effective.

This time, the target location of Richard's fireball technique was inside the gate of Mark's two-story building, and the landing points of the three fireballs were almost overlapping, and when they broke out at the same moment, Mark's exclamation of the blood sickle turned into a miserable cry!

The big man Sam stared blankly at what was happening in front of him, his body began to tremble, and finally he sat down on the ground.

When the fire was extinguished, Richard pointed to the courtyard, and one by one his men rushed into the courtyard like wolves and tigers, and began a completely one-sided slaughter. More than a dozen fangs went around the back of the courtyard, jumped over the courtyard wall one by one, and dealt a fatal blow to the enemy from behind.

After a few minutes, the shouts of killing gradually subsided, and Mark's burly figure appeared in the courtyard. Seeing Richard standing at the gate, his eyes burst with extreme hatred, and he roared wildly, waving his scythes and rushing towards Richard.

He was already covered in blood, and his charging steps were also staggering, and before he could take two steps, a dark yellow magical light flashed on his body. It turned out that Tiramisu casually threw him a retardation technique, which immediately reduced Mark's speed by a third. Several weapons then stabbed into Mark's body, and the Eternal Sleep Guide even pierced his chest directly from behind.

When he was dying, Mark didn't know where he got the strength, roared wildly, and actually took a few big steps forward. However, at this moment a divine flame descended from the sky and landed on Mark's body, which immediately caused him to roar in extreme pain, and then staggered a few steps crookedly, which had been completely directionless, and finally could not support it anymore, and fell to the ground, and his heavy body slid forward for a while, and then stopped, just in front of Richard's feet.

A snow-white scarf floated down and covered Mark's head, and then Richard's boots stepped on the scarf and ran over it a few times.

Quicksand happened to walk out of the courtyard at this time, and when he saw this scene, he whispered in Richard's ear: "There is no enemy now, there is no need for such ......"

Richard froze, then remained silent, quietly reaching out and squeezing her ass hard.

Quicksand was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "Everyone present is your own people, so you don't have to be like this." ”

Richard's breathing had eased a bit, but he was immediately choked by another breath.

The battle was over, and the flames soon engulfed the two-story house where Mark had lived, and in the light of the fire, Oral walked out carrying a large box and a large bag. The elven poet has an extremely sensitive sense of wealth, and even the treasure troves of the old aristocratic families can't escape his nose, let alone Mark, a guy with muscles in his head.

Walking up to Richard, Oral handed the box to the ogre, then kicked Mark and said, "This is a poor ghost." It's not worth three hundred gold coins!"

"How many are still alive?" asked Richard.

Gonde shrugged his shoulders and replied, "They're all guys who run faster than rabbits when they see something bad! Don't try to take a prisoner, sir. ”

was told by Gangde about his intentions, and Richard realized his problem. Now that you've reached the Bloodstained Land, there's no need to take prisoners to expand your army, and gold or slaves are a quick way to do it.

Richard nodded and said, "Okay, take him, we should go back." ”

The crowd turned over their horses, and the body of Bloodsickle Mark was thrown on horseback, and then walked back to the hotel without hurrying. There was a loud and jumble of footsteps in the darkness in the distance, and then a group of orc warriors rushed out of the corner, blocking Richard's way back. This is the warrior of the Bloodstone Tribe, and the core force to maintain order in the Bloodstone Camp. They actually came very quickly, but they barely blocked Richard's way back, and what Richard wanted to do had already been done.

It's not that the Bloodstone Tribe is too slow to react, it's that Richard's assault is too fast, and it's faster than everyone expected. After Mark Bloodsickle fled back to his lair, he didn't even have time to treat his wounds, and Richard had already led people to kill them. Of course, the action can be so fast, Sam, who knows Mark's inside story very well, has a lot of credit, without his guidance and guidance, this battle may have taken a lot more effort.