Richard dismounted, and approached the Red Cossack caravan under the tight guard of several barbarians. Casting magic on the back of a bumpy horse isn't that easy.

The fierce Cossack cavalry shouted and charged Richard's ranks!

Their commander was going to force his way through the barbarian ranks and kill the noble boy in the mage's robe on the opposite side in one fell swoop, so that the men who had obtained their master would be a mess. In the process of capturing slaves, he fought more than ten or twenty battles with the barbarians, so he was deeply confident in the combat effectiveness of his cavalry. Every year, the Red Cossacks captured tens of thousands of barbarian slaves from the vicinity of the ancestral highlands! Barbarians were strong and good warriors, but good warriors alone were not a good army.

The Cossack commander was determined to show the noble boy who didn't know what to do, what an army was!

The all-out charge of a few hundred cavalry was terrifying, and the murderous aura and thunderous hoofs were enough to make more than half of the barbarian warriors fall into fear and panic. The hoplites, who had not undergone rigorous training, would inevitably panic in the face of the cavalry onslaught, even if they lined up in array. On the battlefield, scattering arrays means death.

As his knights raised the speed of their horses in the shortest distance, a bloodthirsty smirk appeared on the commander's lips.

An icy smile appeared on Richard's face as well. The barbarians under his command were an authentic army, and anyone who thought they still retained the habit of tribal warfare would have to pay a great price. Moreover, this commander also wants to compete with him for the command of the troops and the battle commander?

Just as the cavalry was at maximum speed, the grenadiers had already thrown their first round of axes! The whistling battle axes turned into a rain of death, and after a round of rain had passed, thirty or forty horsemen had fallen to the ground with a bang. And at this moment, Richard took out the book he carried, and when the pages were turned, a full eighteen ferocious bears appeared in front of the cavalry charge line in an instant, and they were actually lined up!

The dull sound of collision continued to sound, and the Cossack cavalry running at high speed could not dodge at all, and crashed into the huge fierce bears, although all the fierce bears were knocked over, but the cavalrymen in the forefront also flew out with their men and horses, and then fell heavily to the ground, breaking their bones and bones! The second row of cavalry reined in one after another, but was bumped into by the third row of cavalry, and there was another crash and bone cracking sound.

The fierce cavalry assault formation was completely in confusion, and at this moment, the second, third, and fourth rounds of the grenadiers were already coming in succession! This is a combat technique that comes with the grenadiers, and they can throw three rounds of throwing axes, although they will sacrifice some accuracy, but when they carry out non-designated coverage strikes on a certain area on the battlefield, it is not a problem at all.

When the three hundred and sixty axes swirled in the sky at the same time, they almost became a moving dark cloud! When they pounced and fell, only a few horsemen were still standing in place in the area covered, looking sluggish. The eighteen ferocious bears summoned by Richard were all killed. The three hundred cavalry who launched the charge at the same time are now less than a hundred!

Although it was not the first time that he had seen a grenadier attack, Gonder, Oral, the ogre, even the barbarian, and even Richard himself, were all stunned for a moment, almost unable to believe what their eyes saw.

Richard was the first to recover from his surprise and immediately shouted, "Barbarians!"

The barbarian warriors let out a uniform battle cry, raised their shields, lined up in a dense array, and strode down on the remaining cavalry on the opposite side.

More than a dozen of the remaining Red Cossack cavalry were extremely brave, and in the face of such a terrible battle, their morale was undiminished, and they still roared and rushed towards the barbarian array, but in front of them was a steel barrier. The barbarians in the front row stepped forward and pressed forward with their shields raised. Behind them, the barbarians in the second row pressed their shields against the backs of their comrades in front. And at this time, all the barbarians were shining with a faint light, blessed by the elven war song.

Bang!

The fierce and forceful collision ended in the victory of the barbarians, and the cavalry that hit the shield wall head-on bounced out, along with the strong horses, and then the barbarians flanked their shields, swung their axes, and a row of axes went down, and a row of blood light.

Seeing that his barbarian warriors had crushed the charging cavalry from the front in an instant, Richard was very satisfied.

However, at this moment, an extremely strong sense of danger suddenly hit Richard's heart! Before he could discern the direction of danger, he saw a faint gray light shining on him. In the moment of gray light, a cold death intent pierced Richard's soul! Richard's whole body shook, and several nodes connected to his soul were also shaken, and then he launched a counterattack at the same time, dispersing the death intent that invaded his soul in one fell swoop!

A pale golden divine fire ignited on Richard's body in an instant, dispelling the after-death intent brought by the gray light. This is the Quicksand's Divine Death Guard, which can fight against instantaneous magic, even if it is not as powerful, it can eliminate the effect of instantaneous death, and at most seriously injure the protected object.

Quicksand's magic was incredibly fast, almost as soon as the gray light shone on Richard's body, her divine fire burned on Richard's body. Even so, Richard's face turned pale suddenly, and he snorted, and two streaks of black blood hung from his nostrils.

The ability of the seventh-level magic death finger is not so easy to counteract, even if the instant death effect is exempted, and the soul link resists part of the damage, Richard is still not lightly injured.

It's another brush with death!And this time it's the soul that faces death naked/naked!

An extremely complicated emotion welled up in Richard's heart, a mixture of fear and rage, which made his short hair fly for it! Richard immediately locked onto the great magician in the bed of a wagon, so much so that he saw the burning embers of the scroll slipping from his hands!

"Quicksand!" Richard roared.

Quicksand didn't say a word, and immediately blessed Richard with a magic technique: magical defense. The tacit understanding between her and Richard no longer needs to be expressed in concrete language. After putting the god in place, Quicksand immediately retreated, distancing herself from Richard, but this time she didn't try to bless Richard with the magic that could be described as a wonder: boiling.

Richard's spirit had firmly locked on the great magician opposite, and the depths of his pupils burned like a volcano! He clenched his teeth, squeezing out incredibly fast magic spells from between his teeth, supplemented by rapid but precise gestures, so that fireballs continued to be generated from between his hands, and the interval between firing was less than a second!

Fireballs whistled out, creating a straight trajectory in the air, connecting Richard and the Grand Mage in a straight line.

The glow of the magic shield lit up around the archmage, then flickered under the impact of the fireball bursting. From the moment the first fireball burst, the Great Magician's face immediately changed drastically, and he exclaimed again and again, "How is this possible!". With just three fireballs, the sixth-level high-level magic defense was dashed into flames, and it would burst at any time. Under normal circumstances, this magic would be able to withstand at least six or seven fireballs!

When his life was threatened, the Grand Mage burst out to his full potential and successfully completed the second high-level magic defense spell under the interference of the constant bombardment of the fire waves, but the light of the magic shield only stabilized for less than three seconds before it collapsed under the continuous bombardment of the fireball technique!

The great magician was anxious, sweaty, and only saw a fireball in his field of vision, which was still in a continuous line, seemingly endless, his mind had already been occupied by panic and surprise, and he could only scream and instantly send out a low-level magic protection, but as soon as the light of this magic flashed, it was completely shattered by the next round of fire!

The Magic Flame** was on the Great Mage's skin, making him feel extremely painful. For a moment, the great magician in the desperate situation was still in the mood to laugh at himself: "I still have delusions!"

At this time, the great magician really did not have time to think that when a person is about to go crazy, he often feels that he is happy. And his other mistake is that the fireballs shot by Richard are all attached to the spell penetration effect, which is naturally more painful than others.

When the eleventh fireball exploded, the place where the wagon had been located had turned into a pile of charcoal mixed with black ash, and the shadow of the carriage could no longer be seen, and the archmage had disappeared. The twelfth and thirteenth fireballs still followed, ravaging the ground that had been melted by the waves of fire again, completely erasing the traces of what had been stored on the ground.

Richard hadn't reached the point of wanting to torture the corpse, but he didn't know when he would break the archmage's defenses, and the fireball was shooting too fast to stop it for a while.

However, the momentum of more than a dozen fireballs bombarding a little bit almost overshadowed all the sounds on the battlefield, and more than half of the soldiers on both sides of the war subconsciously stopped fighting, looking at the place where the carriage originally carried the great magician, their eyes glazed.

Eleven seconds, thirteen fireballs, and blasted a thirteenth-level great magician into nothingness.

ps: This is a chapter that should be updated at noon, and because of maintenance, it was harmonized, so it is only sent out now.