The effect of the mage's purification technique was much worse than that of the priest, but the archmage had no other way, regardless of the loss of mana, desperately put the purification technique on it, neutralizing the undispersed poison in the camp. The rest of the Great Magisters had lost a lot more than him in the fierce battle during the day, and they were all resting just now, and they had to run out to help at this time.

When the chaos in the barracks subsided, Raymond stood in the wounded barracks with a grim face, looking at a soldier in agony. Most of these warriors had some skin wounds, and after bandaging, even without the priests and priests, they would have been able to recover their combat effectiveness after a few days of rest.

At this time, the medical officer walked up to Raymond and said in a low voice, "Lord Raymond, the antidote has been used up, but there are still hundreds of people who need to be detoxified. I'll build a native city tomorrow, and there should be an antidote in the city. ”

Raymond struggled inwardly and didn't say anything for a while. After a moment, he pointed to some of the lying warriors and asked, "I remember that they all used antidotes, why don't they seem to have any effect?"

The medical officer smiled bitterly and said, "The poison of the feathered snake is the most intense, and the poison of the feathered snake here is also strange, and the detoxification effect of our medicine is greatly reduced, and it is not easy for them to maintain the status quo." ”

Raymond nodded, and no longer looked at the warriors, but walked towards the camp, and ordered all the magic archers to divide in two, and that there must be half a vigil and half a rest in the night. And tonight, from now on, all the magic archers are on alert, and they must shoot down anything that flies in the sky.

Back in the tent, Raymond slammed his fist on the table and squeezed a word out of his teeth: "Richard!"

For some reason, Raymond's instincts told him that Richard had done it, though he didn't know how Richard was able to command so many poisonous Feathered Serpents. But this kind of combat method, which is very different from the natives, made him directly target Richard.

At the same time, Richard was pacing back and forth in the tent, weighing it up and down.

Now Raymond's camp was quiet again, but the vigilance was more than a little stronger. Previously, Richard commanded several bats to get close and snoop, but was immediately swept away by a wave of magic arrows, and even the elite bats were not spared. Richard could no longer see what was going on inside the barracks, and could only snoop around from a safe distance through the guò elite bats.

I don't know how long he walked around the tent, but Richard suddenly made up his mind and immediately communicated with the brood: "Let all the feathered snakes be poisoned, and launch another attack before dawn!"

"Master, the other party is already on guard. Feathered Serpent's defense against powerful magic arrows is almost zero, and this attack, it is possible that Feathered Serpent will lose more than two-thirds. "The brood made a rare gesture of disapproval.

Richard's brain was running wildly, and he pressed his forehead, suppressing the severe headache, and said, "How effective is the toxicity of the feathered serpent against Norland's antidote?"

The brood replied: "At your request, I have optimized the toxicity of the Feathered Serpent specifically for the Norland Universal Antidote. Ordinary antidotes can only temporarily suppress the toxicity, but cannot completely expel the toxins, and they will slowly die within a few days without being purified and treated by the priests. Only a warrior above level 12 can rely on his fighting spirit to slowly expel the poison. ”

Richard slammed his fist on the table and said, "That's good! Let the Feathered Serpent replenish the poison, and match it with a hundred non-poisonous Feathered Serpents to fight in front of the battle, and attract the attention of the opponent's shooter." Launch a general attack tonight, and all the Feathered Serpents will not need to come back before they empty the poison sac!"

At night, in the depths of the turbulent land, stands a huge beehive-shaped object tens of meters high, which is the hive made by the mother hive. The surface of the hive slowly wriggled as if it had a life of its own. Feathered snakes flew from the darkness of the night, hovered over the hive, and sucked hard a pool of venom like a clear spring. For a while, the outer wall of the hive was full of feathered snakes, and from a distance, it was indescribably terrifying.

After a few moments, the feathered serpent that had replenished the venom flew away from the hive, and a new batch of feathered serpents immediately filled in the place and continued to replenish the venom.

After midnight, all the feathered serpents were replenished with toxins. So the split brain rose into the air again, flying into the distance in the darkness, and hundreds of wind or electric attribute feathered snakes set off first, crossed the split brain, and marched in the direction of Raymond's camp. Behind them, there were more than 300 venomous feathered snakes, forming a black and oppressive dark cloud, rolling across the sky.

Richard sat quietly in the tent, handed over the command to the distractions in front of him, and just waited quietly. He knew that most of the more than 400 feathered snakes would never come back, and Raymond's magic archers were not comparable to those of the Faro plane. But this will be the heaviest blow to an opponent who does not have a priest.

This sacrifice may be the meaning of the brood combat unit. But Richard was smart and calm, and he knew he was deceiving himself. Because the appearance of the humanoid knights is human, they are unwilling to sacrifice them, and the feathered serpent looks like a demonic beast, so he can sacrifice them at will?

But despite their appearances, they are all just creations of the brood.

How much of the mercy in war is because of life, how much is because of race, or simply because of the most deceptive appearances?

Richard's enemies were, on the one hand, Raymond's army, and on the other hand, himself.

Before waiting for the Feathered Serpent to fly to its destination, Richard had been thinking about how much personal style and emotion should be mixed in the war. It's not calculable, it's really art.

The day is about to dawn, and at this time, the night is also the deepest.

Suddenly there were a few angry shouts in the barracks, and several brilliant magic arrows flew into the sky, accurately nailing into the bodies of several feathered serpents. The feathered serpents immediately lost a sign of life and fell straight down. The feathered serpent group in the air immediately became agitated, and they no longer cared about the distance and formation, and all of them began to dive into the barracks from their existing positions. But more magic arrows flew into the sky with brilliant bands of light, shooting down more Feathered Serpents one by one.

At this moment, another black cloud of oppressive mist drifted from higher altitude to directly above the barracks, and it was more feathered serpents! They flew at full speed, swooping towards the barracks one by one, and a large cloud of poisonous mist spewed violently downward.

In the barracks, the magic archers are trying their best to open their bows, shoot arrows, open their bows again, shoot arrows again, and it is so fast that it is too late to add any magic effects. Several of the highest-ranking archers had given up their aiming maneuvers and unleashed one burst of magic arrows directly into the air.

However, there are too many feathered snakes in the air, and they don't seem to have the fear of danger of ordinary demonic beasts, they simply ignore the sharp arrows that are shooting from all over the sky, and the companions who are constantly screaming and falling around them don't seem to have any effect on them, just desperately spitting poisonous mist, even if the arrow falls, they desperately open their mouths, as if they want to squeeze out the last drop of venom!

"These things are crazy!" thought to almost all the magic archers.

Feathered Serpents are falling in the air at all times, and poisonous mist is falling at every moment.

A few minutes later, all the feathered serpents in the sky were shot down, and most of the camp was shrouded in a thick poisonous mist, and the archmages finally teamed up to protect several important positions such as supplies and the central military tent. The wind began to howl, and it was only when the Feathered Serpent had been shot that the Archmages lifted into the air to unleash the wind and disperse the poisonous mist.

It didn't take long for the sky to dawn.

Raymond looked at the corpse of the Feathered Serpent that had been dragged together, his face expressionless. A general next to him was reading the casualty figures that had just been counted, and the strings of numbers were boring and harsh in his ears.

And the final conclusion made Raymond's face change even more: "What? The condition of the soldiers who have taken the antidote has deteriorated again?"

The general stiffened his head and said, "Yes." At present, only the symptoms of poisoning have been alleviated by officers above the twelfth level. ”

Raymond suddenly coughed violently, and his face flushed an abnormal blue. The general was shocked and exclaimed, "My lord, you are also poisoned?"

"I'm fine. No poison can poison me. Raymond straightened up, his face became even paler, but his eyes flashed with determination, and he said, "Gather all the poisoned warriors and leave five hundred warriors to take care of them." The rest of the people set up camp at once, and now we are leaving!"

As soon as the general was stunned, he immediately took the order and left.

In the next two days, Raymond swung his army straight forward, and tens of thousands of troops in the three principalities on the road were all broken by a single blow. Raymond didn't stop, and went straight to the bloodstained land. There are less than 10,000 soldiers under his command, but his momentum is unstoppable, even better than when he first entered the plane!

On the edge of the turbulent land, on the Gobi Desert, where weathered stone pillars stand everywhere, Raymond finally meets his lifelong enemy, Richard.

On this small piece of land, Richard gathered more than 50,000 troops on the front, and laid down dense fortifications, and at the same time laid rear hands and ambushes on the periphery.

When he saw Richard standing high on the stone tower at the top of the hill, Raymond knew that this was the battlefield Richard had chosen. And the 30,000 army when he first entered the plane is now only more than 9,000 people left, and the strong ones have lost two-thirds. Moreover, as early as when he came out of the portal that had deviated from the portal for three hundred kilometers, his army was already alone, and there was no way back. If you don't cut through the defense line under Richard in front of you, then this team that has caused the natives of the plane to turn into rootless duckweed, and sooner or later they will fall under siege.

Richard saw this and held the key point to the plane portal.

Seeing the layout of the battlefield, Raymond knew that Richard was not only talented in construction, but also an opponent worthy of himself in war. Moreover, Richard waited for his work, and at the cost of sacrificing hundreds of incomparably precious Feathered Serpents, he made the most of the characteristics of the Raymond Expeditionary Force without a priest, and weakened Raymond's army to an unprecedented extent. Judging from this process, Richard seems to be even better in strategy.

Although they were far apart, Richard and Raymond had already seen each other. The eyesight of a magician can reach amazing distances with the help of magic.

The fierce collision of the four eyes has sparked!