Richard's eyes narrowed suddenly, and two tears flowed down his eyes, as if they had been smoked. But he wiped his eyes with a square towel and was fine. The soul link between the brood elite creatures and Richard is paid by the elite creatures, and even if the elite creatures are destroyed, Richard is a little uncomfortable at best.

However, it was the first time that the elite bats had been eliminated, which reminded Richard of the archer who had sniped him. That guy's archery skills are extremely powerful, far above Oral, and the range of magic arrows can reach as far as eight hundred meters, which is the nemesis of magicians. However, most ranged magic arrows use natural forces to track their targets, and Richard, who has elven blood, is sensitive to fluctuations in natural power.

Tonight's opponent is actually a serial killing game, and the real killing is a long-range sniper when Richard received the news that his servants were being besieged. It was only Richard's surprisingly calm vigilance, the general mobilization of the team without confusion, and his own extraordinary perception of coercion and the forces of nature, that he avoided the sniper arrow.

It was neither early nor too late for Luo Fu to appear, but Richard knew that it was already difficult for him to catch up with those killers. Even if it can catch up, it is useless, a sanctuary facing fifteen-level killers, at least fourteen-level archers, and a dozen eleventh-level or so killers, can only be defeated and flee. If the other party arranges it properly, it is even possible that it will not be able to escape. There is no essential difference between level 16 and level 15, but level 18 is different, and most of the Rank and War Class will awaken new powerful skills when they reach this level.

With the help of the eyes of the elite bats before they died, Richard had memorized the general characteristics of this group of killers. Although they were all very professionally disguised, there were countless mysterious and unpredictable magic in the dark blue. When Richard's magic improves, there will always be a way to catch them.

Moments later, Richard was standing in the tavern where the bloody battle had taken place. Behind him, all the retinue silently watched the extremely bloody battlefield.

Triple Ripe fell to the ground, still in an attacking posture before dying. There were many wounds on his huge body, internal organs were leaking out, and only a layer of skin remained on his left forearm. Two killer corpses were left in the tavern, one of which was completely dented in its chest and abdomen. Looking at the posture of death, it should be that at the last hour, the ogre indirectly hit him with his headbutt, pushing him out of the air, and the broken ribs pierced his heart and lungs, turning into a fatal injury.

Where the ogre fell, there was still a gap in the wall. The killers did have to step on his corpse to get through here.

Richard stood quietly in front of the three-dimensional corpse, not moving. At this time, heavy footsteps sounded behind him, and then Luo Fu's slightly low and mellow voice sounded: "This is your subordinate?"

"My followers. Richard corrected.

It's a small difference, but Richard sees it as important. Henchmen are often temporary, while followers stay with them for a long time. When long enough, there is also the meaning of brothers and partners.

Luo Fu shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's just an ogre." But he's already strong, it's a pity. ”

"His name is medium-rare. Richard said that in this way he tactfully but firmly stated his attitude.

"Medium cooked, strange name. Luo Fu understood what Richard meant, and just smiled, taking this as a common quirk of mages. He began to check the traces of the battle at the scene, but the more he examined it, the more solemn his face became, and the tragic battle scenes kept restoring in his mind.

Richard had already learned the general story of the battle from Oral, and all the details of the scene were etched in his mind with just one glance. Richard didn't need to know much about the process, he just wanted to know who did it, and that was enough.

Luo Fu checked the injuries on Sanshu's body, and then said, "Look at these scars, they should be the hands of that guy with Black Wing." This one...... Oh, it's hard to hold on to Black Wing for so long!"

"Black Wing?" Richard keenly caught the name.

"Well, Black Wing, one of the most terrible creatures in the Red Cossacks, even more of a headache than those two Sanctuary. Even though he's only level fifteen, even I'll have to be very careful if he's targeted. That guy is a natural friend of Shadow and Darkness, a cockroach that can survive in the dirtiest and dampest places. And he is not alone, there are nearly twenty killers above level ten for him to deploy. You see, these two men are Blackwing's men. ”

Richard nodded, and added, "His name is three centimeters." ”

"Okay, it's ...... three rounds" Luo Fu was a little helpless. He had already inspected the entire battlefield, and he was secretly surprised in his heart. It's incredible that this ogre named Triple Cooked was able to hold Black Wing and his men back for so long, and was stabbed at least a hundred times.

Black Wing is notoriously vicious for his slashing, and the wounds he creates not only hurt his muscles and bones, but also cause the most pain. All you need to do is get a knife from Black Wing, and if you want to fight again, you're tearing your own wounds at the same time. For example, the left arm, which was almost completely torn off by itself in the heat of battle. What kind of will does it take to endure such pain?

However, Luo Fu didn't think much more, he attributed this to the fact that the ogre far surpassed the physique and vitality of humans.

After inspecting the scene, Richard turned to Tiramisu and asked, "What do you want to do with his body?"

Tiramisu remained silent until Richard asked now, and then said in a low voice, "Leave it to me, there are old conservatives in our tribe." ”

"Good!" Richard nodded indirectly.

Luofu also looked back, only to take a deep look at Tiramisu.

Tiramisu didn't notice Luofu's gaze, and in reality the focus of his gaze was only on Sanshu. He suddenly stretched out his hand to Gangde: "Borrow your axe." ”

Gonder silently handed the great axe in his hand to Tiramisu. While everyone thought that Tiramisu wanted to dismember the corpses of the two killers to vent their anger, the ogre walked over to the corpses. He looked at the horrific corpse of his twin brother very calmly, raised his giant axe, and cut off his three-dimensional head with great force!

Several human warriors exclaimed, and many of Richard's retinue quietly changed color, not understanding Tiramisu's thoughts.

The ogre raised the skull in his hand and said in a low voice, "This is my brother's head, and if I eat it, its soul will make a home in my body!" That way, when I slash an enemy, it will see it too. ”

It's a strange custom, but it's so heavy that it's breathless.

Richard pointed to the triumphant headless corpse and asked, "What about the body?"

"You can do whatever you want. The custom of our tribe is that if someone dies, it will become food for other people, or put it in the mountains and wilderness to feed jackals, tigers and leopards as our return to nature. Said the ogre.

Richard nodded and said, "Then send him on his way with magic flames." ”

Richard stimulated Akmund's bloodline, extracted a little fiery energy from it, mixed it with the magic power, and with a wave of his hand, a wisp of dark red flame flew out of his hand, floating onto the three-dimensional corpse, and with a muffled thud, it burned violently. This is a variant of the Hand of Fire, which is not official magic at all, but it has become thin and blazing due to the addition of the power of the Akmund bloodline.

He pointed to the bodies of the two killers and said, "Sandru, these two will be handed over to you." I will let them not be freed even after they die. ”

"No problem. If you use it carefully, it will last a long time. The necromancer's voice was hoarse and low, forever carrying the gloomy and oppressive smell of the graveyard.

Luo Fu's face changed slightly, and the gaze he looked at Richard was also different. Richard was too young and too handsome, and he always had the feeling that he had relied on his family background to get things done, so he tended to ignore what he had done. In fact, with Richard's current record, although he has not yet reached the point where he has experienced a hundred battles, all the battles he has experienced are brilliant. In terms of the experience of battlefield fighting alone, even many generals are inferior to him, and individual powerhouses like Luo Fu are far inferior.

Luo Fu had never paid enough attention to this overly beautiful aristocratic boy before, and even if Richard's teacher was able to provide magical items that even he could not refuse, it did not improve Richard's own evaluation in his mind. In his not very long life, because he was both a nobleman and a strong person, he met many geniuses who rose and fell like comets. Now seeing Richard's quiet ruthlessness, his evaluation has been raised by a level, but he doesn't think that an eleventh-level great magician can coerce him, in a few years, probably.

There is an old proverb in Faro: rank is important, but not everything.

And when people absorb the wisdom of the ancients, they often choose the part that they identify with and value. So this proverb full of wisdom, the higher rank sees the first half of the sentence, and the lower rank sees the second half.

Soon, the tavern was engulfed in flames, and the bodies of the two killers were carried to the barracks on Richard's turf. Luofu and Richard rode side by side, which was to escort Richard back to the hotel, so as not to have any accidents on the way. A large part of the interests of the Sanctuary Swordsman has been tied to the young Grand Mage, and the fragile Mage has always been the focus of protection.

On the way, Luo Fu listened to Richard tell the general story of the death of the three acquaintances, and re-imitated the tragic battle in his mind, and then couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I really didn't expect that an ogre could sacrifice himself to cover his comrades, it doesn't look like a ...... of ogres. "The descriptor that the Sanctuary Swordsman originally wanted to use was brutal and stupid, but he swallowed it back for a moment.

As if he hadn't heard the meaning of Luo Fu's words, Richard said calmly: "Every ogre is different. It's just that most people don't bother to know about them at all, and they feel that there is only one ogre in the world. ”

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