Before you can eliminate Sinclair, you must first cut off all of her wings. The effects of the quicksand flames and Richard's prayers didn't know how long they would last, or how much power Sinclair had left, Richard only knew that he had to kill as many Bear Riders as he could before she could stealthily kill again. It's a race against time.

At the edge of the battlefield, the wind teeth have completely dispersed, forming an arc that is enough to surround the entire battlefield, and it begins to take the brood as the center and approach the center of the battlefield.

The battle under the castle was still bloody and fierce, with dozens of warriors dying every minute, and one or two Bear Knights crashing from the city, as warriors blocked the path of the Alien Devil with their lives.

Fierce ponies hovered beneath the city, biting at warriors, warriors, ogres, and occasionally a few Bear Knights who were destroying the castle gates with heavy weapons. Their iron hooves kicked at the gates, no less powerful than siege machines, and from time to time a flash of sparks. After a while, the gate of the fine iron was dented everywhere, and even cracks appeared that could transmit light.

The baron's warriors were struggling to resist, a single reinforcement material had been used, and a magician was sweating on his forehead preparing an extremely lengthy topographical technique. Even with a magic scroll in his hand, it would take a long time to drive the terraforming magic, and he couldn't even miss a syllable in the chanting process. Once successful, a two-metre-high earthen bag rises in the wide doorway opening, making it the strongest gate fortification. They had all seen the power of the charge of the leader of the Bear Knights, and they must not allow these demons to rush into the castle on demonic beasts!

The two ogres were each fighting a few foals under the city, and they were the only ones who could get up and continue their actions after falling from the city. Although tiramisu would have given himself and his brother a lithomatous muscle surgery at the slightest gap, both of them had been bitten and bruised in the long fight. Fortunately, the elven poet found a good position at the head of the city, and not only supported them with his war song, but also shot an arrow from time to time.

Richard bit his lower lip lightly, forcibly maintained his inner calm, and issued calm orders one by one, directing the mixed groups of soldiers to step into the battlefield.

Just before, in just a few minutes when Baron and Richard entered the battle at the same time, in order to stop these devil knights, a dozen elites and more than fifty warriors were sacrificed at once. At this time, after Richard took over the command again, the battle damage was immediately controlled, and the reasonable attack team played the best offensive and defensive capabilities, although every swing of the Bear Knight Giant Axe would still take away a few lives, but this open space would be filled by the soldiers in the blink of an eye.

This is the only way to pile up victory with pure life, but it is also the only way to victory.

Whether it is the barbarians, the sandmen, or the baron's elite soldiers, their faces tense at this moment, their eyes red, and they rush forward and pounce on the Bear Knight, not afraid of death.

But in Richard's eyes, it seemed that the still chaotic battle situation had reached a watershed moment. Although he was still not sure of victory, he did not want to wait any longer, but ordered all the Wind Fangs and the Brood to launch a general attack!

In the darkness, the archmage of Sinclaire is rapidly approaching the castle of Dusk.

The terrain inside the castle gates finally succeeded, and the Bear Knights had to turn to the city walls with all their might. Now most of them have attacked the castle, and a few have even climbed to the top floor, slashing several of the city's defense heavy crossbows into pieces, eliminating the biggest threat to the life of the great magician. What the Bear Knights didn't know was that due to the high cost of enchanted tracking crossbow arrows, each city defense crossbow machine was only equipped with two arrows, which was still a wealth accumulated over more than ten years.

However, the Great Magician ran a few steps before suddenly stopping, looking around warily. In the thick mist, out of the giant wolf after another, all of them had seen the kind of soulless giant wolf before.

The great magician looked vigilant, although the strength of the giant wolf was not high, it always gave him a very strange sense of danger. However, as more and more giant wolves appeared, it seemed to be endless. One of the wolves, a head wolf that was noticeably much taller than the others, was staring at him. For a moment, the great magician actually felt like he was being stared at.

And in the castle, through the eyes of the elite fangs, Richard was indeed staring at the great magician. The great magician was cautious not to move, but he fell right into Richard's hands. These are wind fangs, but they are not demon wolves that can only pounce and bite.

"Lie down in the inner circle, half-lie in the middle circle, and stand in the outer circle!" Richard ordered the elite wind teeth. So the two elite wind teeth roared one after another, and the other wind teeth followed the order, like the most well-trained army. The Elite Wind Tooth is equivalent to a low-level commander in the army, and can convey Richard's orders to other Wind Teeth. In this way, Richard only needs to give orders to them, which can save a lot of energy.

"Not good!" Although the movements of the giant wolves were not as good as the prelude to the general demon wolf encirclement and pounce, the great magician still instinctively realized that nothing good was wrong!

He no longer cherished the extremely valuable high-level scroll, unfolded a random teleportation scroll, and was about to prepare to escape. With such a powerful scroll, mages below the Grand Magus also need a short spell if they want to cast it. The archmage blessed himself with a shield against interruptions and physical attacks, and then began to chant the incantation. It was just a short spell, it only took fifteen seconds, and even if these demon wolves pounced and scratched a few times, he should be able to hold on until it was completed.

However, Richard had already given the order again: "Volley!"

With a bang, hundreds of wind blades erupted from the mouth of the wind fangs, converging on the Great Magician's body, instantly breaking through his magic shield and adding countless wounds to his body. Countless blood arrows splattered out, melting into a cloud of blood mist around the archmage's body, and then he was like a collapsed castle, turning into countless pieces of flesh, and fell with a bang.

Countless wind fangs split into two torrents, rolling past the archmage and rushing towards Sinclair below the castle.

Sinclaire, who was in the manticore, also felt an inexplicable fear, the fog was so thick that she couldn't see hundreds of meters away with her eyes alone, especially in the direction of the woods, the fog melted everything into darkness. I don't know what happened to the great magician in the distance, why she couldn't come over after she sent the signal for so long.