Capítulo 1842: Chapter 880: Soaring Dragon People_2

In the eyes of all the Soaring Dragon People, the Soaring Dragon Great Wall is impregnable, and the Tukan People on the Endless Wilderness are merely shepherds raised in the wild lands, a group of barbarian slaves. How dare they raise their blades against their powerful masters.

As a result, that very night, the Tukan People launched a large-scale night raid, and Khan Yamun wielded a kind of unprecedented power.

Not only did he suppress the defensive power of the Soaring Dragon Great Wall, but he also manipulated the minds of countless defenders, making them kill anyone they saw, completely disrupting the defensive formation. This allowed an endless number of Tukan People to cross the Soaring Dragon Great Wall and invade the Soaring Dragon Empire.

Amidst the chaos, he escaped from prison and retreated southward along the path of salvation, along with the routed army and refugees.

However, the Tukan cavalry, like a pack of wolves, relentlessly pursued them, occasionally charging and tearing a piece of flesh, abducting a large number of people and livestock, delivering them into the hands of the savage nomads, with disastrous outcomes.

The faint sound of hooves and the desperate screams and cries of the refugees echoing in his ears all signaled to Hu Bianguan that the Tukan cavalry had caught up once more.

As for where exactly they were now, his mind was too muddled to remember; all he knew was to go with the flow, running, running, running.

In the darkness, he accidentally touched a cold object, causing Hu Bianguan to halt involuntarily, his pupils contracting, nostrils flaring, breath quickening, and heartbeat accelerating. He involuntarily quickened his hands’ movements. There was no mistake—this was a set of Mingguang Armor, and of excellent quality too.

Where am I now? Why is there a set of Mingguang Armor here?

Although these doubts arose in his mind, Hu Bianguan couldn’t afford to think about it and hastily, without a thought, removed the Mingguang Armor from a wooden dummy at top speed and donned it.

This is a lifesaving tool in the chaos of battle, with it his chances of survival would greatly increase.

If only he had such a set of Mingguang Armor back then, how could he have fled to this extent? He would have figured out how to counter-attack long ago.

Hmm, why am I having such strange thoughts?

Aren’t I on the run for my life right now?

The reason why Hu Bianguan said this Mingguang Armor is of good quality is because it has an automatic armor attachment spell function, allowing even one person to put it on.

This is the privilege of officers of Ten-man Commanders and above. Ordinary soldiers not only had no right to wear Mingguang Armor, but even if they did, it was mostly the most basic kind, often brought from home by those with family means, requiring two people to help each other wear it, which is cumbersome.

If there was sufficient time to prepare for battle, it would be another matter, but if attacked suddenly, there would be no time to put it on, rendering the Mingguang Armor ineffective.

Once the Mingguang Armor was donned, Hu Bianguan felt a significant increase in confidence. He tapped the Heartguard Mirror on his chest, which immediately emitted a soft light, sufficient to illuminate an area five to six meters ahead.

This is also a standard feature of Mingguang Armor for officers of Ten-man Commanders and above, to facilitate night fighting and to enable ordinary soldiers to find their officers at night.

Of course, it also reveals one’s position to the enemy.

It has advantages and disadvantages, depending on how the wearer uses it.

Hu Bianguan took the opportunity to observe his surroundings and thoroughly understand his situation.

He was now inside an officer’s tent, not only with a set of Mingguang Armor but also with a weapon rack beside him, displaying swords, spears, knives, axes, hooks, forks—all eighteen types of weaponry were present, including the curved saber of the Tukan People.

This wasn’t just any tent for a Ten-man Commander; this was at least at the level of a Sergeant’s accommodation.

Hu Bianguan’s gaze stopped on a spear, unable to look away. Both his grandfather and father had used a good spear, and he himself had practiced wielding a spear since childhood. Unfortunately, their family heirloom ebony spear was taken by his father to the Endless Wilderness for a mission and was lost with his father’s death.

Although he had handled several spears since, none were well-suited, and they broke one after another.

This was clearly a good spear, not only with exquisite craftsmanship but also made from high-end materials. Its blade was two feet long, diamond-shaped, gleaming with a biting cold light, and even being a little close to it risked frostbite.

Clearly it was crafted from East Sea Cold Iron and imbued with ice spells; after breaking the enemy or piercing armor, it would freeze them from the inside out, including their blood, hence the name Ice Lance.

The spear shaft was made by dividing the trunk of a century-old ironwood into eight parts and processing them together, then bonding them with fish glue boiled for three days and nights, bound with a Golden Ring, and layered with a rope mixed with gold threads on the outside.

This multi-layered composite structure allowed it to be as solid as steel, yet possess the flexibility to bend ninety degrees like a large bow without changing shape.

Such a spear demanded very high skill from its user; without ten years of immersion in the art, it was hard to wield effectively.

Coincidentally, Hu Bianguan was one such individual.

Almost without thinking, he grabbed it, and even in the cramped tent, he couldn’t help but twirl a few spear flowers. The crisp “swishing” sounds echoed continuously, with cold air spreading, instantly lowering the tent’s temperature by several degrees.

“Good spear, good treasure.” Even in a life-or-death moment, Hu Bianguan couldn’t help but secretly praise it.

With armor on the body and a spear in hand, Hu Bianguan’s courage soared. Soon enough, he thought about something else. Instead of blindly escaping, he would find a way to capture a warhorse from those Tukan People, strike down several of their cavalry, and prevent their pursuit from being as reckless as entering unguarded territory.