Just as the bigwigs were looking for all sorts of high-sounding reasons to shrink in, Richard appeared in front of a manor—the same fireball that sent the main guards of the manor: several young and strong servants and militiamen. Then Richard sat on his horse, stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and a group of warriors armed only with round shields and steel knives rushed into the manor. They were all prisoners who had just been captured tonight, so they were only given weapons and not armor. However, after the main escort force of the manor was swept away, the number of these surrendered troops alone was enough to ** the resistance of the rest.

The owner of the manor, a knight of the knights, finally appeared neatly cloaked, and it took him too much time to put on the full-body plate armor. And as soon as he appeared majestically on the battlefield, he was stared at by Gangde and Splash. A minute later, the knight was taken prisoner.

Half an hour later, Richard set out again with a much larger procession, passing through the manor of two other knights, and two more knights were taken prisoner. Finally, at dawn, they arrived at their final destination, Wood Town, which was also Sir Mintai's original fiefdom, and this time Sir Goyo would soon have a few more companions of comparable status.

After capturing Wood Town, Richard left behind his exhausted troops and captives, and sent two foot knights to escort them back to camp with two speedy beasts, while he led his team from Norland all the way to Ser Huber's territory, Sequoia Town. A real battle broke out in Redwoodtown, where more than thirty guards fought to the death with the Jazz family's guards, bleeding and dying but not changing the tide of the battle in the slightest. Because of the quicksand, they were not able to inflict even serious damage on even one of the enemies.

Redwoodtown has fallen, and Sir Huber's family has been taken hostage. Two of the guards were killed, giving Sequoia Town a tragic color and earning Richard's respect.

But that's about it.

Richard left Redwood Town at the scheduled time, not missing even a minute. The desperate resistance of the guards only made the search for wealth a little cramped.

In one day, Richard swept through almost half of the barony, captured three knights, killed one knight who would rather die than surrender, and captured two of the knight's main relatives who died in battle. A family member of a deceased Sir was robbed, and the Baron was able to pretend not to see it. The families of the three knights were robbed, and if Fossa turned a blind eye, his barony would be almost over.

So after roaring all afternoon, the Baron finally ordered the Standing Army to go after the Xenoplane invaders. At dusk, five hundred warriors, led by five knights, rushed to the town of Jovan to attack the invaders, who were no longer there. Fossa may not have been smart enough, but he was not stupid enough to know that the number of troops and the combat effectiveness were not in equal proportion.

The strength of the invaders is already clear, they have at least fifteen powerhouses equivalent to knights, and there is also a magician who is close to level ten!

Damn magician!

In this fertile Qihui Continent, magicians are a rarer profession than priests and priests, and every magician who is close to level ten has a respected status, at least more respected than him, a baron. The status of mages comes not only from their great lethality on the battlefield, but also from the fact that many equipment and items can only be achieved through their hands. For example, magic arrays for various purposes, as well as the refining of magic equipment, and so on.

Due to the noble status, great power, and massive wealth of magicians, there are naturally many people who want to become magicians. However, the tradition of this plane attaches great importance to the inheritance of magicians, and the requirements are also extremely demanding. The time of magicians is extremely precious, most of the time is spent on the exploration and research of the wizarding world, and generally magicians who have reached level ten will only accept a dozen apprentices at most in their lifetime, and no one can say how far those apprentices can grow in the end. Therefore, all capable nobles, including the royal family, will stuff the children of their clan with a little magical talent to high-level magicians, occupying those few precious places. Most of the more gifted civilians never entered the wizarding world in their lifetimes.

Over time, under this tradition, magicians are precious because they are scarce, and even more scarce because they are precious.

In the eyes of Baron Fosa, this magician was more threatening than all the other invaders combined. There is a famous saying in this plane that only a mage can deal with a mage.

The person who uttered this famous quote was, of course, a magician, and because of his status as an archmage, it was unquestionable.

Although the Theoretical Priest and the Powerful Warlord can also deal with the Mage, due to the lack of a large number of battle examples to deduce, they have never formed an effective general tactic. The accepted way to do this is to find a way to drain the magician's mana and then kill it.

Baron Fosa could build a temple to the god of courage, but he couldn't afford a level 10 magician. He asked for help from the Count of Galeon, also because the Count provided for three magicians of the tenth rank and above. Using a mage against a mage is the most orthodox tactic.

In the extravagant and splendid room, Baron Fosa counted the days. In five days at the latest, the earl's reinforcements should arrive. Optimistically, the Strikers will be able to reach the Baron's territory in two days. At that point, Fosa was considered safe. Just thinking about the price of asking for help, Fosa couldn't help but feel heartache. The Count of Galeon is notoriously greedy, and such a good opportunity will definitely extort a sum of money. And the baron, who has lost nearly all of his high-end combat power, is at its lowest point in strength, and there is no room for bargaining at all. It is estimated that this time, the baron will lose at least five knights.

It wasn't just land, taxes, and lords, it meant five powerful knights loyal to the family.

If he had known today's outcome, Fosa would have said that he would not have provoked these 'insignificant' invaders. In the oracle, 'insignificant' is actually defined exactly, which means that the level of the intruder generally does not exceed level ten. But the damage caused by these 'insignificant' fellows is large enough to threaten the baron's title. Fosa had long regretted it, and it would have been wiser not to encircle them, but to provide some benefits and a road map to send the fellows to the Duke of Wolves. Taking a step back, at least those guys from the temple should be the main force.

For a few days, Fosa had barely slept well, and two dark blue bags under his eyes had long since hung on his fleshy loose face. Through the windows of the room, you can overlook the port city not far away. At night, the lighthouse of the harbor and the temple of the god of courage are the most striking buildings. At the top of the temple of the god of courage is a torch tower that is even more magnificent than the harbor lighthouse, which is lit when an oracle or a celebration is celebrated, and the brilliant fire can be clearly seen from dozens of kilometers away. Now because of the oracle, the torch tower of the temple has been lit, and it will not be extinguished until ten consecutive nights.

For some reason, looking at the magnificent temple, the baron suddenly felt that the light of the jumping fire was very dazzling. He snorted heavily and pulled the curtains out, blocking out all the light. The only prayer Fussa now had was that the five hundred warriors would not encounter the invaders. He was well aware of the outcome of what had happened to both sides, and the vicious Xenomorph invaders were afraid that a single blow would be able to crush the morale of these ordinary warriors. There is another reason why the troops are sent at night, that is, in order to use the cover of night to allow more soldiers to escape once they are dispersed.

This was the last mobile force of Baron Fossa's hand.

The baron's prayer was only half the effect, and his army had just set off from the barracks, and before they had gone five kilometers, they were spotted by a wandering swift beast, which immediately transmitted a wave of consciousness to Richard in the distance.

A knight spotted the monster hiding in the grass, but mistook it for an unknown beast that had escaped from the mountains. He had no interest in hunting now, and only wanted to bring his troops to the town of Jovan as much as he could, and then take up his position there. Before leaving, Baron Fossa secretly confessed that his only task was to ensure that he and his men survived the last few days in safety and integrity, and that he would hold out until the Count's reinforcements arrived.

The velocrat seemed to be a little unwilling, and followed the team from a distance, following it for nearly two kilometers before disappearing in the night.