In a forest of weathered stones, Richard was sitting in the shadow of the pinnacle, his eyes closed. The magic power in his body is being restored bit by bit in the Chinese net, but now it is only half restored. The other two mages, Tiramisu and Sandru, had only a third of their magic. What's even more worrying is that quicksand only has one-third of its divine power left. More than half of her magic scrolls had been consumed, and she had less than thirty left in her hand, many of which needed time to rewrite.

Now, even the sandfolk, known for their durability, were showing signs of extreme exhaustion, and many of the warriors fell to the ground as soon as they stopped. Many of the mighty barbarians were wounded, and these flesh wounds were no longer on the radar of quicksand, and the orc warriors were only fifteen.

The number of wind fangs is only nine, and because these brood creations can accept Richard's orders, they have played a role that is far more powerful than their own seventh-level combat power. They were the key cogs of the entire alchemy, and without them, Richard would not be able to transport hundreds of people as nimble as his own arms.

At this time, the combat effectiveness of the troops can be said to have fallen to the bottom.

In the most recent encounter, Richard ordered all contractors to use up all burst skills as soon as the battle began. The results of the battle were quite impressive, and the area that was hit by the concentrated attack left more than a hundred corpses in an instant, and the horse bandit team of more than 500 people dispersed in a hurry without organizing a decent counterattack after being suddenly eaten up by a formation.

The battle was the result of Richard's own choice, and after a long tug-of-war, he was able to vaguely calculate the general orientation of several alternate old faces. After sending out the Wind Teeth for directional detection, he decisively directed the entire team to turn to the east and attack the horse bandit team that should not have appeared on the battlefield until two rounds later.

The risk of taking the initiative was extremely high, because according to the tactics of the Red Cossacks, there would be another unit that had been more or less repaired and was preparing for the next attack. Once the expected blitzkrieg turns into a stalemate, Richard will face the extremely dangerous situation of being flanked.

Fortunately, however, the tide of the battle tipped in Richard's favor.

The Contractors focused their attacks without reservation, and achieved better results than expected. Richard's team shook off all tracking for the time being and successfully turned. Although the combat strength was at its lowest point at this time, Richard believed that the enemy was not having a good time.

He silently calculated the time, opened his eyes a few minutes early, and stood up with the stone wall. Now he only felt stiffness all over his body, a total of six unhealed wounds on his shoulders and back were still aching, and the magic robe was no longer visible in its original color, and the pieces were as hard as leather armor. Sweat and blood are mixed with the red clay dust unique to the blood-stained land, and this is the case after repeated soaking, drying, and condensation.

Richard's mouth was full of fishy taste, and he snorted twice, spitting out a lot of grit. The horse's blood in the stomach was still rolling, and it was a burning pain, and I wanted to pour out the contents at any time.

Richard straightened his sloppy hair, took a deep breath, and began to feel the vitality construct replenishing himself bit by bit with his body and magic. He glared hard again, grinned to make himself look a little brighter, and then walked over to the staggering warriors and shouted, "Get up, get ready to fight! Let's give the bunnies who are following us a little harder!"

At Richard's shouts, most of the fighters rolled over and got up, grabbed their weapons, and prepared for battle. Days of fighting had earned Richard the status of a god in the eyes of these warriors, and almost instinctively obeyed his orders.

Half an hour's rest was not enough, but the soldiers all got up as fast as they could, rushing towards the fangs of their respective leaders. A few of them were too tired to wake up, and after kicking a few times, they even rolled and climbed to the ground.

A few minutes later, the entire force was hiding in the stone forest. Almost as soon as they were hidden, dust was rising from the distant horizon, and a caravan of horse bandits followed Richard's trails, less than five minutes after they appeared. Richard was secretly satisfied, feeling that after the wisdom talent evolved to the second order, his grasp of the surrounding area of the battlefield was more accurate.

At this time, the sky was just dawning, and in the dim light, the cavalry could still accurately track it, and it was obvious that the leader of the team was a master.

The number of this cavalry was not large, only about two hundred horses. Such a few people dare to chase after them, and naturally they are not ordinary horse bandits. Although looking at the other party's flag and clothing, it seemed to be a new team, Richard could clearly feel the fluctuations in the feelings of some of the sandmen and barbarian warriors around him, which was mixed with a little fear and strong hatred.

So Richard knew in his heart that this was a cavalry dominated by slave hunters. A complete set of corresponding strategies was immediately planned in mind.

As he approached the stone forest, the knight at the head suddenly stopped his horse! Years of fighting had given him a keen intuition, and he felt an extremely dangerous palpitation coming from the stone forest in front of him.

However, just as he stopped his horse, a sharp arrow silently pierced the darkness and shot at the chest!

This arrow was extremely tricky and insidious, and the knight leader had no time to do anything else, so he immediately pulled the reins of his horse, and the horseman stood up and blocked the arrow for his master with his own body. However, out of the corner of the knight's eye, the leader suddenly saw a girl in white floating past him. He was immediately stunned, not understanding why this was the case, and when he opened his eyes wide to search, the girl was gone.

The knight leader suddenly felt a chill seeping from behind him, which instantly spread throughout his body, and then the power in his body was completely drained. His eyes were dark, and he fell from his horse to the sky.

Seeing that the leader of the knights was killed, Richard immediately gave a series of orders, so Fengya rushed out of the stone forest with a team of soldiers and counterattacked. Before the two teams collided, Richard's group sluggishness and Sandru's fear intensified before they fell into the cavalry, causing at least thirty knights to fall into disarray.

"Watch out for the mage!" shouted one of the knights, and others called out to their own mage, but the mage had just started to cast a spell when he was slashed by a sudden splash. The four mage guards that had been arranged in advance next to him were completely useless.

The two teams collided fiercely, and the chaotic battle situation seemed to Richard like a game of chess, each piece under his control. And through the movement of the square pieces, he can even control the direction of the opponent's pieces.

The battle was as short and fierce as ever, and although the slave catchers had the advantage of individual combat strength, they were suddenly attacked by surprise and their leader was killed at the beginning of the battle, so they retreated extremely quickly, leaving half of their bodies behind and fleeing in a hurry. And Richard could not avoid the damage, and there were ten people who slept in this land forever. It only took ten minutes to hastily clean up the battlefield, and Richard led the team to the north quickly.

This place was a few dozen kilometers away from his original northward pointing position, and Richard believed that even if the other party had any ambush in the north, it would be too late to change.