In addition, Baron Fontaine also informed Richard that the Duke had previously sent a team of elite knights, led by a Sanctuary powerhouse, who was already on the way to Dusk Castle. Bayi Chinese Network, their main task is to escort back the mysterious structure in Richard's hand. At that time, Richard can follow this group of knights and can ensure the safety of the journey, although it is not a time of war, but the conflict between the Church of the True God and the patriarchal worship nobles is already on the verge of breaking out, and armed conflicts are everywhere.

The Baron's rooms for Richard were large and magnificent, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the lake. This room is not far from Richard's men, and everything is very thoughtful.

It's just that when Richard is lying in bed, for some reason, he always tosses and turns and can't sleep. In his heart, there was a vague uneasiness tumbling in his heart, which made him unable to sleep.

"What the hell is going on? Is Fontaine trying to kill me?" Richard thought with a frown. There was a murderous intent in that uneasiness, as if there was a sharp blade after the night, ready to break through the air. But Baron Fontaine's enthusiasm and sincerity were by no means contrived, as Richard could tell. There was no more defense in the castle, and Richard did not feel the extra force as he walked through the castle.

That kind of uneasiness should not be an instinctive vigilance in an unfamiliar territory, and when it comes to the strength of the guard, although Baron Fontaine's side has the advantage, it is only a superficial force. Both Sandru and Richard can summon a steady stream of magical creatures, and the Splash's True combat power is by no means measurable by a ten-level surface level.

Moreover, Richard also has quicksand that has mastered time. After the Daybreak title was advanced, the number of scrolls that Quicksand could use increased dramatically, and as long as the magic scrolls were not used up, she was almost a healing machine that would never get tired.

But where does this danger come from?

Richard simply sat up, got dressed, pulled the long knife out of its scabbard, put it within reach, and then consciously gave an order to all magical contractors to be on guard. At the same time, he contacted the brood and told her to immediately go to the barony's realm and the edge of the mountains.

However, with the slow speed of the brood at 10 kilometers per hour, it is impossible to rush to the battlefield in time to help. Only let it ambush to the designated place in advance, clear a back road, and wait for itself to break through to rendezvous, and at the same time can also give the pursuers a fatal blow, if the situation is bad enough to break through.

The feeling of danger is getting stronger. It's intuition, but for a magician like Richard, it's very useful. There must be a reason for such a strong intuition, but it is impossible to find out right now.

With Richard's message, Gangde, Splash and the others got up one by one, put on their equipment, and prepared for battle. Splash crept into Quicksand's room and told her to get ready while staying there to protect the only and vital priest in the team.

In the camp outside the castle, two ogres rose and woke up the knights in a somewhat rough way, telling them to get their warriors up and ready for battle without alarming the castle defenders.

This was the first night of face-to-face contact between Richard and the forces on the side of Duke Wolf, and before Baron Fontaine's attitude was thoroughly understood, all the warriors had slept in armor. When the time comes, you just need to grab your weapons and get out of the camp tent to fight.

In the evening of this day, the sunset, which had dyed most of the sky red, still refused to set into the mountains. A young hunter was hurrying back to the village of Bran. His shoulders and backs were full of prey, and today's harvest was very rich.

The mountains and forests in this area are not peaceful, and there have been many giant wolves that have never been seen before. Experienced hunters are reluctant to face two beasts, bears and wolves, and young people are no exception. He wanted to get back to the village before dark, for the forest after dark was too dangerous.

When the village was in sight, the young hunter couldn't help but quicken his pace. But suddenly a flower appeared in front of him, and a beautiful woman appeared that he would not even meet in a dream. Looking at the woman's almost finished body, the young hunter's eyes were completely straight.

"The lord of this village is called Richard?" asked the beautiful and delicate woman.

"Richard? no, yes, he's our new lord. ......"The young hunter's mind has become very dull, and his eyes cannot be separated from the woman in any way**, but fortunately not to the point where he does not know how to answer the question."

"It's him, baby, come, help me ask where little Richard is now?" said the beautiful woman, turning to the side.

Then a huge lion head appeared in front of the young hunter, almost as large as his body, and the manticore opened its mouth and bit off the young hunter's head and chest in one gulp.

A moment later, the manticore's eyes shot two rays of light, outlining an image in the air. In the video, a young magician is riding on horseback, patrolling the village of Bran. Although the image is slightly blurry, the young magician's face can still be seen, and Sinclair naturally recognizes Richard at a glance. Before she came to the Pharrow plane, she had seen Richard's magical images.

In the memories of the young hunter, Richard is clearly more mature and calm than he was in Norland, adding a lot of weight and depth.

"Oh! the already beautiful little guy is now even more flavorful!Must use it well!" Sinclair was almost ** when he said this.

The light in the manticore's eyes quickly dimmed, and the image taken from the young hunter's soul vanished. In just half a minute of footage, the huge manticore lion already looked sluggish. But Sinclair was very excited now, grabbing the manticore's mane and muttering in its ear, "You must be able to find out what Richard tastes like, can't you?"

The manticore roared in approval. Then it looked at the village of Bran not far away, and roared twice meaningfully.

Sinclair slapped the manticore hard and said, "People in the village, you can eat as much as you want!"

Half an hour later, Sinclair rode on the back of a manticore and left Bran Village. Behind her, followed all the remaining Bear Knights and the two Grand Mages. They made their way north, following the path Richard had taken, to the castle of Baron Fontaine's Twilight.

The village of Bran fell into absolute silence, all the lights had been extinguished, a black mist hung around every corner of the village, and a thick liquid continued to flow from under the half-hidden doors. But the liquid that flowed was not the dark red of blood, but as black as the thickest of night.

Although the soul is not the exclusive domain of the gods, it is very expensive for anything to touch it. With the strength of the manticore, after extracting the soul memories of the young hunter, he was close to exhausting all his body, so he was extremely hungry. All the people in Bran were only enough to eat half full. The food of the manticore is not ordinary flesh and blood, but life force and soul essence, and there is no strong person among those ordinary people, which is really unpalatable to it.

In the night, the demons who spread fear and death were hurrying to the Baron's castle before dawn at Sinclair's speed.