In the pre-dawn darkness, Richard sat up from the blanket he had laid on the floor and finished his half-hour nap. Bayi Chinese Network He sorted out his armor and equipment, called the resting entourage one by one, and then turned over and rushed into the night with them at full speed. Behind Richard, a large group of sandman cavalry and barbarian warriors also rose from the ground and continued to pursue the viscount's troops, led by an elite wind fang.

In the night, Richard was almost entirely on the horse's back, and the extremely high speed of the horse made the wind in his face look particularly cold. He was almost at full speed, and the group was moving at great speed, along the route that Richard had outlined in mind. If nothing else, Richard knew that he would be able to intercept the fleeing Viscount Sim in half an hour. At that time, the viscount should have only cronies left with him, and most of the soldiers would be left behind, otherwise they would not be able to stop the bombardment of dozens of grenadiers.

Richard had only a handful of attendants with him at the moment, but there were already dozens of tusks waiting there at the intended interception site. Even if Viscount Sim's burst out of the sky-defying combat power and successfully break through again, then he will not be able to run a few kilometers before he will hit the brood head-on.

The fate of the viscount was already decided at this time.

In the early morning, Viscount Sim looked at Richard who walked out of the morning light opposite him with a pale face, his lips trembling, and he could not say anything. The grim-faced captain of the guard glanced at the few attendants beside Richard, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he whispered something in the Viscount's ear. So Viscount Sim's face immediately flushed brightly, and he shouted in his trademark sharp voice: "Yes, there are few people around him, and our number is several times his!

Richard calmly looked left and right, and the only people who followed him to participate in this interception were the two ogres, Gonde, Splash, and Quicksand, as well as the four strongest barbarians.

Ogres and Barbarians are hard pressed to find mounts that can carry them, but they are a race that grows up in the wilderness, and their powerful individual size allows them to be as fast as a war horse on long runs. This is also the reason why Viscount Sim tried his best to pursue, but he never caught up with Richard, who also had 'infantry'.

At this moment, Viscount Sim still has nearly thirty personal guards around him, and the captain of the guard also has a fourteenth-level strength, so relying on the huge advantage in numbers, the viscount is determined to use his last strength to attack with all his strength and fight his way out.

Richard looked at the viscount with a distorted face on the other side, and his keen perception made him hear the viscount's battle cry: "There are many of us!"

Richard couldn't help but smile, this Sim had not yet arrived home stupidly, and when he saw himself emerging from in front of him, he knew that he had no advantage in speed at all, so he did not choose to run away, but used the only numerical advantage to try to defeat himself in one fell swoop. Choosing to run away in front of a great magician, leaving your back to your opponent is indeed a lame idea, because magic always runs faster than people.

It's just that there are many of them?

Richard, who still retains most of his magic power in small-scale battles, naturally has unparalleled control over the battlefield. Richard calmly dismounted, took out the Book of Bearing, and released the remaining two sixth-level natural summons inside.

After a fluctuation of magic, a full twelve ferocious bears lay between Chim and Richard!

Looking at the twelve ferocious bears that suddenly appeared in front of him, Sim suddenly felt that his brain was already blank. Twelve ferocious bears, that must be at least four or five sixth-level natural summons to make up enough number, the great magician who can release so many sixth-level magic, is only one step away from the magister! Could it be that he is constantly chasing and killing a quasi-magister? The viscount is determined to return to the territory, he must properly punish the guy in charge of intelligence, and formally ask the family for support.

However, the nightmare was not over, and with the surge of magical energy, the viscount saw six more ferocious bears appear on the left and right, and now twenty-four ferocious bears surrounded the viscount's personal guard. Twenty-four ferocious bears, and it will take a lot of effort for the more than thirty personal guards of the Viscount to deal with them, not to mention Richard's extremely vicious subordinates?

When the ferocious bears began to roar and charge at the desperate Viscount, he fainted very wisely.

Chim was lucky because he didn't see the dozens of fanged wolves that had just emerged from behind him.

The captain of the guard and his own soldiers saw the new wolves, and intuitively told them that this was also Richard's summoned creature, and then looked at the viscount who had passed out, so they surrendered decisively. Fortunately, both Wind Tooth and Fierce Bear were charged by Richard, otherwise it would have been a one-sided massacre.

When Viscount Sim woke up, he saw Richard's face that would always appear in his nightmares, so he immediately screamed, his voice sharp and poignant like a little girl who was about to **.

The sudden, high-pitched screams startled Richard as well, and then he watched with tears and laughter as the viscount crawled backwards. Seeing Sim's extremely frightened expression, Richard couldn't help but touch his face, and he was a little skeptical that he was the face of the demon lord who had awakened the Akmund bloodline.

"You...... Don't come here!Don't take off my clothes!" Viscount's scream made Richard's face change rapidly. And not only Richard's entourage, but even the Viscount's captured guards looked at Richard with a lot more indistinct things.

In Faro, the real wealthy nobles often play all the tricks quietly at an old age, and if you think about it, the only new flowers that can be played are men.

For example, the two men in front of him are facing each other, and although there are not many scenes of one person screaming, it cannot be said that there are few. It's just that if it's Richard who screams, it's relatively normal. Now it was the Viscount who was screaming, and in the eyes of the Viscount's personal guards, Richard's taste was inevitably a little too heavy.

They even remembered that after Viscount Sim returned to the territory last time, he was so crazy that he gathered his private forces to the greatest extent, so that he couldn't wait for the arrival of a few strong men that the family had promised to allocate to him, so he indirectly set off with the army. Now the viscount's cousin is more and more confirmed that something has happened between them. Last time, the Viscount ended up secretly executing all the guards who knew about it, so no one knows what happened.

Richard didn't have to look back, he could feel Quicksand's smiling gaze, and after all, he was a little annoyed and angry, and shouted to Chim, "Shut up!"

Chim cried even louder.

Richard made a quick decision, and asked Gangde to lift Chim, take him to an uninhabited clearing in the woods, and hang him from a tree. As a result, the faces of the guards who witnessed Yiqiē suddenly became extremely ugly, and they began to worry about their fate.

Sim kept screaming, yelling, blackmailing and begging for mercy throughout the process.

"You can't kill me, I'm a highland unicorn......" The phrase "Richard!" appears the most at the beginning.

Later, he found that it had no effect, and immediately moved out of his father and mother's identity, and when Gonde began to peel off the Viscount's clothes, he finally broke down, crying and raising the name of the Duke of Glasburg, and said that as long as Richard let him go, the Duke would definitely give Richard more benefits than the Duke of Glaswolf. In desperation, the viscount even promised the title of marquis.

Gonder had prepared the whip and unscrewed the flask at his waist and soaked it with spirits.