In the magic chariot, there is a mage in his thirties. Bayi Chinese Network He was dressed in a gorgeous and powerful mage robe, with three rings on his long fingers and incredibly large gems set on the ring face. Judging from the magic fluctuations that emanate from time to time, these three rings are undoubtedly masterpieces. He is handsome, with a short, meticulously trimmed beard, and exudes unhurried confidence and calmness all over his body.

The carriage was very large, and in addition to the bed and desk, two cabinets, two young and beautiful female mages could be seated. Although their magic level is not very strong, their usefulness is obviously not in combat, but as assistants to middle-aged mages. Not only can he assist the middle-aged mage in sorting out complicated information and official documents, but he can also help his master relax his tense nerves with his young and beautiful body and exquisite skills when needed.

Nail to the wall was a huge map, a detailed map of the Bloodstained Lands, ten times more than all the maps of the Bloodstained Lands Richard had ever seen combined. The map not only shows the settlements, oases, rivers, but also the general distribution areas of each faction, as well as the activity areas of the slave hunters. The specialties of the Bloodstained Lands, slaves, agricultural products, and ores, are all well marked on the map.

Such a map, which can be said to be invaluable, was filled by the Red Cossacks over the years with countless gold coins and lives.

At this moment, there was a knock on the carriage door, and after obtaining the mage's permission, a capable warrior opened the door and handed a stack of the latest information to the two beautiful young female mages, who then opened and examined it, and handed it to the middle-aged mage.

The information was very long, densely written on three pages, but the mage swept it all in less than half a minute, and grasped the key point: "Sully's cavalry was heavily damaged, losing one hundred and twelve horsemen, killing thirty enemies, and slashing nearly a hundred...... Well, this Sully didn't tell the truth, and the kill count should be at least halved. ”

The mage stood up from behind his desk, walked to the map, thought about it, sketched the battlefield on the map with a magic pen, and filled in the numbers. Then he stood in front of the map, frowning and thinking.

The carriage fell silent, and the two young women subconsciously held their breath, not daring to disturb the mage's thoughts. They knew very well that the venerable archmage in front of them, Sarenwell, hated being disturbed most when he was thinking.

In the Faro plane, the defining level of the Grand Magister can sometimes be fifteen. Being able to release powerful eighth-level magic has made a qualitative leap and improvement in combat effectiveness. Correspondingly, the honorific title of Great Magician will be given to eleventh-level magicians, and there are many group injury spells in sixth-order magic, which allows magicians to show their power in small-scale battlefields.

However, when the battle reaches the scale of a thousand people at every turn, a sixth-level magic is useless, but at least it can't turn the tide of battle. However, this still does not hinder the noble status of the magicians. Because the role of the magician is not only reflected in the unaesthetic aspect of killing, but also in the production of high-level magical objects. And a great magician who has lived long enough may not be very strong in their own combat power, but a long time can allow them to have enough magic scrolls.

Even in Norland, the Turret-style Mage with a large number of scrolls is the most powerful point of fire in the war.

Although Sarenwell is a twelfth-level great magician, his status outside the mage profession is much higher than that of a mage, which is also very rare in the Pharrow plane. As the prince of the royal family of the Iron Triangle Empire, Sarenwell, who is known for his strategic command, appeared in the Bloodstained Lands and commanded the ranks of the Red Cossacks.

He silently calculated for a moment, drew a line on the map with his magic pen, extending from the battlefield to the northeast, and then drew three more arrows, representing the three possible directions of Richard's escape, and the arrows to the north were clearly marked. If Richard saw this map, he would have been amazed, because the route to the north was almost exactly the same route he had chosen now!

In the area around the route, there is also a sign of a wolf's head. Quietly, the number of wolves rounding up Richard had increased to five thousand. This was an overwhelming superiority of forces, but because Richard was not slow to march and moved in a chaotic direction, he repeatedly escaped from Sarenwell's encirclement.

In addition, the complex and harsh terrain of the Bloodstained Land, as well as the scattered presence of other forces, have caused a certain amount of interference. Of course, Richard did not dare to touch a certain camp casually, and the Red Cossacks could not have swept away all the forces they encountered on the road.

Sarenwell took out a piece of paper and filled in the latest casualty figures on both sides, of course, the casualties on Richard's side were after removing a considerable amount of water. In the summary column, there is a striking casualty comparison: 2,300 versus 310.

The battle loss ratio of nearly 1 to 8 already looks very surprising. This is not at all like the result of a battle between two armies with little difference in combat effectiveness.

Sarenwell was well aware that there were no warriors in Richard's army who were more than rank twelve. And in each of the wolf packs he sent out, there were at least one or two powerful warriors of rank twelve sitting in the ranks. With the three absolute advantages of numbers, powerful warriors and wheel warfare, even Sarenwell felt incredible that he had played such a battle loss ratio.

On paper, Richard seems to be the one who plays the role of chase.

Sarenwell already knew that Richard's army included priests and mages, but he didn't think a handful of priests were capable of turning the tide of battle. Moreover, the main composition of Richard's army was a large number of slaves, including sand people and barbarians. The combat effectiveness of the slave army has long been known in countless wars in history, and even in the face of thousands of sand people, Sarenwell was sure to completely defeat his opponent with a few hundred elite cavalry.

But the facts in front of him have subverted the traditional perception, even if you count the slave warriors, Richard's losses are far less than even the extreme value of theory.

At the heart of Sarenwell's wolf pack tactics was to constantly put pressure on Richard, pushing the opponent to the limit with a constant attack, killing and wounding the enemy while slowing Richard's speed, so as to close the encirclement and destroy the army with absolute superiority. However, with such a ratio of battle losses, his two major goals have not been achieved, and until now he is still playing hide and seek with Richard in the bloodstained land.

So now, Sarenwell has come to the conclusion that Richard is a rare master tactician, and that fighting Richard with the same force on a small battlefield is completely equivalent to suicide.

Thinking of this, Sarenwell stroked his beard and said to himself with a smile: "This Richard is really a rare opponent! Even the old guy Li Shilongtu definitely didn't have such a level when he was young." But you met me, and I can only say that I am unlucky. Let me teach you a good lesson on the difference between strategy and tactics. Just let you fight a few more victories, and the more victories you have, the closer you will get to destruction. Do you want to escape into the mountains? Okay, let the edge of the mountains become your graveyard!"