A split-brain flew over and landed in front of Richard. Richard jumped on the split-brain lightly, and Wubei behind him also jumped up. He stood behind Richard, and then flew to the destination as fast as possible. The split-brain speed was far above the star pupa. When Richard and Wubei landed on the scheduled camp, the star pupa was still nearly a hundred kilometers away.

But at this time, Saronwell's forward was less than ten kilometers away from the camp.

At this moment, there were only 3,000 soldiers who arrived at the camp. The other troops were delayed on the road due to various accidents. The camp was still very simple, with a few small earth walls, shallow pits scattered on the front, and several quite huge iron barbed frames, which were fortifications built in a hurry. The soldiers who arrived in advance were all trying to eat dry food in big mouthfuls. The dry food distributed to them was made of minced meat, fresh fish, and dried vegetables mixed with some grain. They could cook it when they were eaten, or they could be eaten directly with cold water. This dry food was a whim of a young mage in Deep Blue. However, when Richard tried to promote it in the army, he immediately found that the amount of supplies needed to transport for logistics was one-third less.

Richard walked around the camp and habitually reorganized the team to facilitate his command. Although he knew that the number of enemies on the opposite side was ten times more than ten times, the soldiers were not afraid because Richard was standing with them. Over the years, in the minds of many soldiers, Richard had become a god-like figure. The miraculous battle of the line that year had been recorded in history.

Faceless is like his shadow. Wherever Richard goes, she will go,

When the earth began to tremble slightly, Richard's soldiers were still resting. Saronwell came too fast, even exceeding Richard's expectations. He did snatch the reinforcements of Richard's brigade, even an hour earlier than his followers, but the price was that the soldiers were seriously overdrawn. Richard believed that in addition to the cavalry, it was barely possible for those infantrymen who were moving faster for a day to stand.

On the horizon in the distance, a black tide appeared, which was Salonwell's vanguard cavalry,

Richard stood in front of the square formation, looking at the imperial cavalry in the distance. In the middle of the cavalry that was pouring in like a tide, he saw an old acquaintance, Salonwell,

Saronwell had washed away a luxurious and elegant atmosphere. At this moment, he was covered in dark iron armor, full of the aura of a soldier who was cleansed and killed. The only thing that had something to do with the past was the carefully trimmed beard on his upper lip. Saronwell ran forward for another kilometer before he could vaguely see Richard standing alone in front of the position. He was suddenly shocked, and he pulled the reins hard. The war horse neighed a long time, and the man stood up and turned around in place for a few times before stopping to rush forward.

The imperial vanguards were all elite cavalry. When Salonwell stopped, they also trudged their horses.

Several kilometers apart, Saronwell stared at Richard, and if sparks were about to burst out in his eyes, a general beside him was full of murderous aura and said, "Your Highness, they are just a few people, should they kill them in one go?"

Saronwell's cheek twitched a few times, finally raised his hand and said, "No, the whole army will rest, all the strong men in the capital will be on guard."

The general was a little puzzled: "Cabinets can still fight, and six thousand cavalry can't deal with three thousand people."

But Saronwell blocked his opposition in one sentence: "The person standing opposite is Richard, the Grand Duke of Crimson Red."

Saronwell was not a very outstanding magician, but he had unusual judgment with his extensive knowledge. The two strange fireballs shot by Richard made him instinctively smell the breath of danger. However, when the soldiers advanced in a dense formation, Saronwell could not let them dodge them.

When Richard's two fireballs were about to fly to the imperial army, Salonwell suddenly realized that Richard's fireball had already flown over three hundred meters, how could he shoot so far?

More than ten magicians in the imperial army flew into the sky, each of whom bombarded Richard's two fireballs with their special magic. Magical confrontation was the core mission of the mage of the army. In an instant, more than ten magicians such as ice arrows, acid liquid, fireballs, lightning, etc. blasted on the two fireballs in succession. However, when the violent energy dissipated, the magicians were shocked to find that the two fireballs had only been cut off a thin layer of light red on the surface. The exposed blue core immediately made the keen magicians feel deeply panic.

"Run quickly, that's not an ordinary fireball."

In the midst of exclamation, the mages flew in all directions like frightened flies, allowing two blue fireballs to fall into the center of the soldiers.

Two blue halos burst out quietly, expanding to about ten meters before they began to dissipate. All the warriors affected by the halo were stiff in an instant, and then their whole body began to melt, and even armor, shields and weapons were not spared. During the melting process, these warriors would also ejaculate a blazing blue flame, which turned into a pool of charred residue in a blink of an eye.

In an instant, two holes appeared in the formation of the Imperial Army, and more than a hundred soldiers disappeared.

A mage suddenly trembled and said, "This is...this is the power of level 8 magic."

For a moment, all the mages were afraid to see Richard. They were able to blast the third-level fireball out of the power of level eight magic. Richard's magical attainments are definitely not something that these mages of level sixteen or seventeen can understand.

Saronwell's face turned pale. He had never seen such a powerful fireball. The soldiers melted strangely. In fact, it was the result of extreme heat and some special magical effects. He knew that after seeing these two fireballs, no magician was willing to go to a magic showdown with Richard. Before Richard's magic power was exhausted, anyone who stood in front of Richard would commit suicide.

A general suddenly screamed: "Road forward, rush forward as fast as possible. He has only one person and cannot release much magic."

The soldiers woke up and immediately roared and rushed towards Richard as quickly as possible. As for how long their remaining physical strength could support the battle, no one thought about it. Everyone had only one thing in their mind at this moment. Quickly cross this road of death and rushed to Richard.
Chapter completed!