The wolves are getting bigger, and from time to time a small group of new bandits join the hunt, and this is already a pack of more than four thousand wolves. If the new joiners are horse bandits, then they are highly mobile, numerous, and not afraid of death. If it is a slave hunting group, although the number is small, it is a strong individual combat effectiveness. All in all, those who can survive in the bloodstained land have their own uniqueness.

In the quiet night, there are many murderous opportunities, but the people who fall asleep are asleep, and after the battle of life and death, they all choose to trust their partners. And an adequate body is a guarantee of survival tomorrow.

The cold of the night made Richard subconsciously wrap his blanket tightly. His brows furrowed, as if he was having some bad dreams.

Richard was indeed dreaming, and for a magician with considerable skills in meditation, dreaming is a very difficult thing to encounter. At this moment, he was entering a dream, in which Richard was riding on a war horse, staring at the incomparably vast mountains and rivers ahead.

It was the territory of the Schumpeter family, and on the other side was the territory of the Joseph family, and from a distance, you could see that the people of the two lands were running back and forth, very busy. They kept withdrawing from the city, converging in a stream of people and fleeing into distant places. Everywhere there were small groups of knights pouring out of villages, towns, and cities, gathering into ranks, and finally converging into a rolling torrent that lined up in front of Richard. There seemed to be an endless supply of knights in the village, and a few would spring up every once in a while, and it was not known where they came from.

Richard felt that if he waited any longer, the knights on the other side would only gather more and more. So he raised his hand and pointed at it, but he gave the order to attack in his consciousness, and the two teams of knights behind him quickly left the queue and ran far away from the two wings, making a great arc to outflank the back of the fleeing people.

And Richard continued to give instructions in his consciousness, so two more teams of knights rushed to the two wings of the opposing knight's horizontal formation, and then the heavy infantry behind Richard began to advance slowly, compressing the charging space of the opposing knights. The archers had already opened their bowstrings, and then a dense rain of arrows rained down on the opposing knights with unmistakable accuracy.

Obviously thousands of meters apart, how did this rain of arrows shoot into the opponent's battle formation? Even Oral doesn't have this ability now. Only the elven clan's fifteenth-level big shooter can shoot thousands of kilometers from afar.

Richard looked back suspiciously, only to find that on the high ground at the back of the battle formation, there were rows of tall elven archers standing. The size of these elves was about one-third larger than that of ordinary elves. It is said that after some elven warriors reach the realm of great archers, their body size will become larger, which will greatly increase their strength and arm strength. These characteristics are very similar to those of demons, and to distinguish the power of demons, you can only look at the size of the size.

However, Richard couldn't figure it out, when did he have a thousand elven archers under his command?

However, his consciousness was immediately connected to the group of elven archers, just as it was to the brood. Richard immediately refocused the elven shooters, and the targets of the thousands of shooters were all concentrated in a small area on the opponent's left flank. So a new wave of arrows flew over Richard's head, fluttered over a kilometer, and fell densely, turning the area into a complete death in an instant. The hundred knights fell directly, so there was an abrupt blank in the horizontal formation.

In an instant, Richard saw far more than a thousand arrows flying in the air, and when he looked back, he realized that each elven archer had three arrows in his longbow, and then shot them at once.

He had no time to marvel at the skill of the elven archers, for his consciousness had already connected to the cavalry of the left flank assault, shifting their direction and slicing into the gap in the horizontal formation that had just been shot out. It was only after the order was given that Richard found that the war horses of those knights had turned into tall earth dragons at some point. He looked at the heavy infantry that were slowly pressing forward, and sure enough, with each step they swelled in stature, and when they reached the distance of hand-to-hand combat, they also changed from humans to tall and hideous devils. A dragon roared in the sky, and a giant dragon appeared out of thin air, waiting for Richard's orders.

On the opposite side, all the fugitive civilians of Joseph and the Schumpeter family suddenly turned into powerful knights and rushed towards the outflanked troops. Richard was taken aback, and immediately ordered the formation to be adjusted, and sent reinforcements to gallop away. But the two sides have already violently collided together, and a strange scene has appeared, as soon as the other knight is cut down, he will become a civilian again, and fall in a pool of blood.

Richard had completely flawlessly cared for these civilians, his consciousness was moving at full speed, and he had to give several orders every second, but on the battlefield where there were hundreds of teams and hundreds of thousands of people fighting each other, he still cared about one or the other. Richard felt his head hurt so much that it seemed like it was going to explode in the next moment, but he could only grit his teeth and hold on.

However, at the height of the battle, the sky on the battlefield suddenly darkened, and the color of the entire world was lost, and all of them became black and white. All the warriors stopped moving, then blurred, turned into shadows, and finally twisted into countless shadow creatures, rushing towards Richard! For a moment, all that was left in Richard's field of vision were overlapping claws and fangs!

After a moment, Richard sat up suddenly, only to realize that he was just dreaming. But he was tired from this dream, as if he had actually commanded an army for hours and hours of endless war.

A cold wind blew, and the biting cold made Richard shiver, and then he found that he was sweating profusely in his sleep, and his clothes were soaked, and then he was blown by the night wind, which was naturally extremely uncomfortable.

Richard took several deep breaths before his heart calmed down. However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a faint tremor on the ground. He immediately fell to the ground, his ears just pressed against the gravel, and his sense stretched out with all his might, and he realized that the ground was indeed shaking, and it was getting stronger and stronger.

Richard was fully awake in an instant, and a fish jumped up from the ground, shouting, "Enemy attack!

The elven poet at the top of the pinnacle also shouted at this time: "Northeast direction! A cavalry of about five hundred people...... Strong, at least ten people! One kilometer away!"

A kilometer away, under the hooves of a galloping war horse, is only a matter of about a minute. The warriors, who were lying in their clothes, immediately rolled over and got up, their weapons at hand, and they could reach out and grab them.

Just as there was chaos in the camp, the elven poet at the top of the pinnacle had already fired three arrows in quick succession. The long arrow flew out more than 500 meters under the effect of magical power, and the three cavalrymen who rushed to the front fell from their horses. However, among the hundreds of cavalry rolling in, the three cavalry who fell were like a small splash in the torrent, and they disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The still surviving wind fangs jumped over the rocks one after another, condescendingly shooting at the cavalry at the front, and six or seven more cavalrymen fell off their horses screaming, and they were immediately trampled into flesh by the knights who followed.

: Just off work, and.