In the end, the battle unfolded outside the seaside harbor of the Missfjord, and the Humpeter family, who had no way to retreat, gathered all the remaining forces of the territory and engaged in a bloody battle with demons and demons, but under the attack of the three minor lords, they ended in defeat and defeat for both. Demons and Devils only had more than a hundred warriors left, and more than a dozen of them had successfully advanced to the ranks. More than half of the Schumpeter family's army was killed in the battle, and the remnants of the army retreated into the port, preparing to defend the city.

The Schumpeters still had some garrisons in other territories, still waiting for orders, while Faust's family headquarters had been debating for several days about whether or not to increase the troops, and no final conclusion had yet been reached. However, the war came to an abrupt end, and the three lords who had completed the invasion mission returned to their respective planes with the archdemons and the archdevils. The abandoned soldiers will continue to wander in Norland and will soon be wiped out completely.

And Gordon, who was stationed several kilometers away at the moment, saw the two portals slowly disappearing, so he waved his hand and led his knights to turn around and return to the family territory.

In the port city, Marquis Ryan was standing under the highest watchtower, watching this scene from afar, and finally let out a long breath, and then laughed miserably.

Seeing that Gordon had finally retreated, the people around the Marquis breathed a sigh of relief. They were now more afraid of Akmund than of the devil and demons.

Although theoretically speaking, Gordon has not moved before, let alone choose to do it at such a time, anyway, the power of the Schumpeter family in this land has been completely destroyed, and the gradual encroachment afterwards is more legitimate, convenient, and effective.

If Gordon attacked the Schumpeter family at this time, he would almost incur the condemnation of all the nobles of the Human Empire. It's one thing to sit idly by, but robbing the fire is stepping on the bottom line of aristocratic law, and the allies of the Schumpeter family can easily intervene and interfere.

But, who knows, Akmund is best known for their madness and never playing according to common sense.

Then a young man from a side branch of the Schumpeter family asked suspiciously, "Damn Akmund doesn't fight the devil and the devil, and he doesn't come to attack us, what does he want to do?

No one could answer his question, but when this sentence fell on the ears of Marquis Ryan, it was tantamount to thunder out of thin air!

The old marquis shouted, "Damn! There is a dragon mage Lina in that team! The Akmunds know the coordinates of our family's plane!" Before the words fell, the marquis suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turned pale, and the person immediately fell backwards.

The surrounding entourage scrambled to hold the marquis. With a little catch of his breath, Ryan grabbed one of his attendants and said, "Quick, get me a griffon!

An hour later, the griffin was finally ready. The frail marquis, despite the dissuasion of others, insisted on boarding the griffin. However, at this moment, there were bursts of griffons chirping in the sky, and more than a dozen griffons formed a spectacular procession and flew through the sky. They flew from the direction of Akmund's territory, apparently Faust as well.

The marquis's body shook, only to feel that his eyes were dark, and the corners of his lips began to ooze blood again.

Moments later, the three griffons took off from the harbor in a scattered manner and flew towards Faust.

During the bizarre invasion that lasted for nearly a week, more than half of the territory of the Fjords was destroyed.

The fields that had been trampled by demons and demons were tainted with the smell of hell and abyss, and it would take months for the collapsed mines to be able to produce again.

In the continuous battle, nearly 4,000 elite warriors of the Schumpeter family were killed, fifteen knights were killed in battle, and less than twenty of the remaining bear knights remained. After this blow, the armed forces of the Schumpeter family have plummeted from the level of wealthy families to the level of quasi-first-class nobles, and it is almost inevitable that they will be cleared out of the floating island.

The most severe loss was the leakage of two exclusive plane coordinates. From now on, Akmund's army may appear in these two planes at any time, and the Schumpeter family has to station heavy troops in the plane, even so, with the weak military strength at the moment, it is almost impossible to resist Akmund's tiger and wolf packs. The only thing Marquis Ryan can look forward to now is to stop Akmund on the battlefield of politics.

But everyone knows that politics without the backing of force is like roasted soft cheese, which others can cut as much as they want.

At this moment, in the incomparably distant plane of Faro, Richard was unaware of the episodes that had happened in Norland.

He was wrapped in a blanket and was asleep. This is already an area close to a desert, with bare sand and rugged ground, blazing sunlight reflecting during the day, and a world of fire everywhere. In the evening, the temperature drops rapidly, and the chill seeps directly into the bones. As far as the eye can see, there is hardly any life in sight, except for a few crickets of cacti growing tenaciously in the shade of the dunes.

A leeward hollow of pinnacles where Richard's camp was located. However, no tents were set up, and hundreds of people fell asleep with their clothes or blankets wrapped in them.

In the surrounding area, there were at least four or five convoys of hundreds of men waiting for the right moment to deal a fatal blow to Richard. The main body of these hunters were Red Cossacks, and the remaining half were vassals of various small merchants, horse bandits, and mercenaries.

These hunters were like the wolves of the steppe, coming and going like the wind, and their endurance was so good that a battle could break out at any moment, and Richard had no time to camp. In the past few days, I sleep in my clothes when I rest at night, and I can get up and fight as soon as there is an alarm.

The night was cold and quiet, and the snoring of two ogres could be heard in the distance, which gave people a strange sense of security. The chill made Richard involuntarily wrap himself around the quilt, but there was a pleasant warmth behind him, which was the quicksand that clung to him. It is only in her sleep that quicksand reveals her weak side, reminding her that she is just a girl who is not yet eighteen years old.

The cold moonlight shone down on this small makeshift camp. The innermost circle is naturally Richard, quicksand and other lawyers, and then lying next to them are the old team members such as Gangde and the Foot Knights who came from Norland. On the outer periphery were barbarians, orcs, and so on, and ogres huddled with them. The ogre's snoring was loud, and only barbarians and orcs with equally thick nerves could stand it. On the outermost part were hundreds of sand warriors. Their robes are natural blankets, and even if the ground is rough and hard, they can fall asleep as soon as they lie down.

At the summit of the Pinnacle, the elven poet was sitting a little bored, his eyes scanning the surroundings with shimmering vision. The longbow was at his hand, and as long as there was an enemy, he could shoot an arrow at any time. It's a good location, and everything you can see is under surveillance. It's not just the thick-blooded half-elves who keep vigil, it's also the splash. But Oral couldn't see where the splash was, only that she must be hiding somewhere in the night.

On the periphery, several wind fangs were slowly swimming, they were very good sentinels, even if they were killed instantly by the most terrible killer, their death itself could give Richard the strongest warning.

These days, it's a whole new experience for Richard. Every day is a fight, an endless escape, a rest and a replenishment. Water and food have become incomparably precious, there is no place to bathe at all, dirt and dust have become the norm, and no one will be on the table of accidents. All unnecessary supplies have been discarded, leaving only the most precious batch of magic materials and magic scrolls.

Even as a magician and the command core of the team, Richard has been injured a lot lately, which shows the intensity of the battle. He has learned how to choose injuries in order to trade a lesser injury for a chance to save his life.

After each battle, Richard was exhausted. Not only does he have to command the whole situation, but he also has to judge the best time for him to use magic in the battle. In a small battlefield, he needs to juggle dozens of targets at the same time, so even if he has digital vision and intelligence talent, he will always run out of energy. When the enemy retreated, Richard just wanted to fall asleep. At this time, the importance of the vitality of the construction began to continue to appear, and in the process of constantly fleeing, fighting, fighting, and fleeing, in the dilemma of no magic power recovery potion that could be used, the power of recovery became the first element of incomparability.

Until this time, Richard had to admit that there were also powerful people among the Red Cossacks. They use wolf pack tactics exclusively, wandering around their prey, pounce on them and bite them every chance they get, tearing off a piece of flesh while leaving a deep wound dripping with blood. After a single blow, whether they hit or miss, they will immediately retreat and will never fall in love with the fight.