Several patrolmen rushed towards the gate with torches held high, just in time to see a group of armed bandits pouring into the manor. In the light of the torches, one of the front patrolmen could see the bandit's face. He suddenly recognized a few familiar faces from them, and exclaimed in surprise: "Peel, is it you?, isn't that Uncle Yomang, how can it be you?

Peel and Yoman, who had been called out of their identities, involuntarily stopped, as did the other three captives, and the two sides faced off for a moment, while the patrolmen apparently had not yet figured out the situation. Behind the captives, Gonder grimaced a cruel grin and clenched the giant axe in his hand. Several infantry knights moved to the wings, forming an outflanking momentum, and the girl in white stood quietly in the shadows behind Gangde, her breath constricted.

At this delicate moment, Richard, who was standing in the watchtower looking down on the whole situation, coldly issued an order: "Yomang! Kill them!"

As soon as Richard's voice entered his ears, the middle-aged warrior named Yomang seemed to hear the whispers of the devil, and subconsciously waved his hand with a knife!

The young man on the other side was stunned, then looked down and looked at the wound that suddenly appeared on his chest with a look of disbelief. The wound was deep and long, almost revealing the internal organs, showing that Yomang had used all his strength. And the knife went straight to the point, so fast that the young man didn't have time to react at all, and the knife that broke the bones and broke the body, but it didn't shake his body, which shows that it is superb and ruthless.

Yomang's knife showed the skills of a veteran.

As soon as the knife fell, Yomang himself was stunned for a moment, but he immediately reacted, took another step forward, and stabbed the young patrol into the abdomen fiercely!

"Kill, kill them all!" this time it wasn't Richard who yelled, but Yoman!

With every roar, he cut down a patrolman. The other captives also pounced on them as if they had just woken up from a dream, killing more with less, and in the blink of an eye, they cut down all seven or eight patrolmen to the ground. This group of captured soldiers, regardless of their age, are all veterans who have killed people and seen blood, and in this fierce fight, where will the militia on the opposite side be opponents?

Now that they had begun, the captives simply let go of their hands and feet, raised their shields and swords, and met a patrol that rushed to support. In the burst of blood, the small group of patrolmen was all cut down, and not even a single living mouth was left. Occasionally, if you are seriously injured and do not die, you will immediately pass the knife or make up a few knives by the person next to you. Once there was no way out, the ruthlessness of these veterans made Gangde shrug his shoulders as well.

Richard had already prepared a fireball spell, but now he didn't need it. He blessed himself with the feather fall technique, and leaped out of the watchtower like a flying feather. At this time, the main building and the side buildings not far away were already resounding with noisy human voices, and large groups of militiamen poured out, although their clothes and armor were disheveled, and some of them did not even have weapons, but the advantage in numbers was too great.

The five captives stood close together, gasping sharply, each of them with some wounds, but instead it provoked ferocity, staring at their former colleagues opposite them with bloodshot eyes, and firmly grasping the steel knives in their hands.

At this moment, quicksand came out of the darkness, and the treatment of minor injuries had landed on the two captives with deep wounds. These surrenders were very unexpected, but they were a morale boost!

Richard had already fallen from the sky, and with the power of magic he amplified his voice, shouting: "Those who dare to resist will be killed on the spot!"

Richard's voice enveloped the entire manor, and the patrolman who rushed in was suddenly frightened and involuntarily slowed down, but was pushed by the people behind him, and rushed again. This time, their shouts of killing were particularly fierce, as if they were trying to embolden themselves.

Richard stepped out of the crowd, raised his right hand high, and waved forward!

A scream suddenly sounded in the night sky, and a sharp arrow burst through the air, nailing a patrolman who rushed to the front to the ground! And when Richard's right hand was pressed down, four ferocious wild boars appeared in front of him, and these huge and powerful figures appeared instantly, and the blessing of quicksand poured down on them without falling to the ground. The four galloping beasts instantly swept the patrol team into chaos, and an unlucky fellow was impaled through the waist by the fangs of a wild boar and rose high in the air, and a terrible cry pierced the night sky!

Gangde's face was red with excitement, and he came out of the crowd, and as soon as he roared, "My big axe has long been ......," there was a snort in his ears, followed by a blazing energy, and a burning fireball had passed over him and exploded in the middle of the patrolmen! The waves of fire overflowed, and the edge of power was only a few meters away from Gangde! If Gangde had moved a little faster just now and really jumped into the center of the patrol, then he would have suffered a baptism of fire.

Gangde is very aware of the horror of his head, and the ordinary fireball technique is ** fast in Richard's hands, and when the first fireball explodes, the second fireball must have been shot. I couldn't help but retreat, faster than the momentum of the forward rush.

Sure enough, the wave of fire caused by the previous fireball technique was still spreading, and another fireball flew past Gangde and exploded among the remaining patrolmen. The range of both fireballs enveloped the ferocious boars that were rushing left and right in the crowd. When the first fireball burst, two of the battered ferocious boars broke away from the control and began to turn their heads and stare at the summoner Richard with hatred. But then a second wave of fire rolled by, sending the four ferocious boars and the surrounding twenty or so patrols into hell.

The manor was silent for a moment.

It only took a dozen seconds before and after, and after three spells, the first batch of patrols were cleared. Looking at the messy and empty square, not only the patrolmen were shocked, but even many people on Richard's side were secretly frightened.

The corners of Gangde's eyes jumped a few times, if he didn't listen to Richard's order just now, and really jumped into the crowd according to his own ideas, I'm afraid that the big axe has not yet opened, and he will be knocked down by Richard's two fireball techniques first. No level 10 warrior would be willing to be forced to suffer from the magician's two fireball techniques, not to mention that the interval between the two fireballs was only more than a second, which made it impossible for a level 10 warrior to even regain his fighting spirit. Sir Gao Yue was well-dressed in heavy armor, and he was a twelve-level fighting spirit, and he was also put down by Richard's five fireballs. If it weren't for the purpose of 'taking care' of Gauyo's men, and instead of pointing all the fireballs at Gauyo himself, then four fireballs would have been enough to bring down Jazz.

The second group of newly assembled patrols suddenly exploded into an exclamation, and they turned around and fled into the main building! They seemed to forget that if Richard had two more fireballs to set the main building on fire, the fire would have been enough to send them all to hell.

There are still nearly a hundred militiamen in the manor, but their will to fight has been completely blown away by Richard's three spells. Richard raised his right hand again, pointed to the main building, and shouted: "Leave the women and children, and kill all the men who dare to resist!!"

Before Richard could finish speaking, Gonde swooped out like a whirlwind, and his thunderous roar echoed in the night sky: "I've been waiting for this sentence for a long time! Reptiles, look at my rough axe! It's already hungry and thirsty!"

With a thud, Gonde's great axe slashed through the waist of a patrol who had landed at the end of the crowd, nearly splitting him in two. Then Gangde crashed into the main building, and in the midst of countless exclamations and screams, Gangde's roar continued to sound:

"My big axe has been hungry for ......"

"The big axe has long been hungry and thirsty......"

"Hungry!"

"Big Axe!"

"Axe!"

"Axe!!"

Obviously, Gangde killed too quickly, and the slogan has kept up with the speed of not killing.

Captives, foot knights, swift beasts, and even splashes and quicksand all burst into the main building, while the massive figure of the ogre blocked the front and rear doors of the side towers. However, there are still a few figures who take advantage of the chaos to escape, trying to escape over the walls of the manor. But how could they escape the sight of Richard, who was standing alone in the square? Richard simply stretched out his hand and pointed at the figures, as if the god of death had decreed, and the sound of bowstrings sounded in the darkness, and several sharp arrows passed through their bodies in an instant, taking their lives as well.

In just a few minutes, the killing voices in the main building had significantly weakened, and Gangde's deafening slogans had become more and more complete.

A lucky patrolman escaped through the back door of the main building, and he cleverly jumped a horse in the back stable, and then galloped up and galloped against the wall, trying to run to the gate of the manor, which was now free of enemies, under the cover of fallen trees.

The elf Orar quietly appeared beside Richard, the longbow was already full, and the tip of the arrow also ignited a faint flame of tracking magic. And in Oral's mind, he had foreseen that this arrow would accurately pass through the heart of the horse knight. Just as Oral was about to loosen his strings, Richard suddenly pressed his hand.

Oral was a little surprised and said, "Master, he will definitely go to the knight's camp to report the news!"

"Let him go. Richard said lightly.

After a moment's delay, the patrolman had already ridden out of the manor and disappeared into the night.