I am a god in another world

"Chief leaders, this is a great opportunity for us to reallocate resources within the Red Robe Mage Association. Compared to the powerful Necromancer system, our disadvantages are too obvious. How about we cooperate sincerely and complete this task together?"

"How to cooperate sincerely?"

"It's very simple. We all come up with ideas and people at the same time to complete this task together. No matter which department succeeds, the results are shared. The department that makes the breakthrough gets one percent more quota, and the rest is given to the others. What do you think if the departments are divided equally? In this way, our hope of success will be greatly improved."

"Ha... it's ridiculous. If our seven departments unite, wouldn't the one that succeeds in the end only get the one percent quota from the Necromancer system? What's the point of doing this?"

"Low risk means low harvest. Compared to your conservative approach, our enchantment department prefers to taste the seven percent delicious food. I have something else to do, so I'll take the first step."

"Old bastard, I knew that their enchantment system must have a way. Previously, they were just hiding it. The enchantment system, which is proficient in charm and mind control, has too much advantage in this matter. They definitely don't want to cooperate with us. Everyone. Where's the chief?"

"Oops, I have another experiment I'm just halfway through."

"I also have something to do, so I'll take the first step."

"Instead of trying to take what's ready-made, it's better to figure out how to complete the task. Opportunities are equal for all departments."

"The purpose of the First Chief is not to let you compete for these quotas, but to stimulate your enthusiasm for completing tasks. Your energy should not be focused on quotas, but on tasks."

"What you say is better than what you sing. Don't tell me you don't care about these quotas."

"If you have the opportunity to strengthen your own mage lineage, I believe no one would refuse it, would you?"

"A bunch of idiots and a mess!"

These chief red-robed mages each have their own agenda.

Those mages who have no advantage are naturally actively looking for allies, hoping to complete tasks together and reduce risks.

But the question is, how can those mages with advantages hand over their benefits to others?

Even if you choose to cooperate, trust is still a big issue. It is better for each to do its own thing.

It didn't take long for the chief of the Mage Department, who had the advantage, to leave completely, leaving only the three Mage Departments with the weakest abilities in this area. They looked at each other, didn't even use polite words, and just teleported away. .

Of these three mages, two or two of them cannot be dealt with. Competition is fierce on weekdays, and the possibility of cooperation is almost zero.

It is not only the red-robed mages who are affected by the impact of the totem dream, but also the totem spirits and intelligent creatures within the envelope.

There is no difficulty in integrating the former.

Especially those totem spirits that have elemental attributes themselves, after entering the totem dreamland, are directly transformed into an isolated island in the dreamland, or a small mound, or a pond, or a blazing fire, or It is a ball of air that is constantly rotating.

Their single attribute makes the composition of these isolated islands very pure.

In order to truly become a paradise for people to live, they also need to integrate with each other. This will be the main work of the Haslan witches in the later period, and this cannot be completed in a short time.

Many Leathermen swim freely here in a dream-like way without any discomfort, and they accept it very quickly.

Because those relatively weak totem spirits cannot appear in front of people, they can only contact the Leathermen through dreams, become their totem spirits, and grow with them.

Therefore, most Leathermen are no strangers to dreams. Even if they have not been exposed to it, they have at least heard it talked about by their own tribe.

It's just that the totem dream is more real and clearer.

The totem dream that was supported by the whole country suddenly became a little unusual. It was easy for a real dream to come to a certain place, and tens of thousands of people were lost in it without knowing it.

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Hu Bianguan, who was sleeping close to the ground, stretched out his hand and found nothing. He did not find the sword that he always kept with him. He rolled over quickly and shrank into the shadow. He carefully looked at the surrounding situation and organized quickly. Memories in the mind.

All these are the combat habits he has developed by stationed at Xianglong Border Pass all year round.

Sleeping close to the ground allowed him to feel the attack of Tukan or other monster cavalry for the first time through the tremor of the horse's hooves hitting the ground.

Hiding under shadow obstacles can effectively avoid the most powerful first wave of cavalry.

Hu Bianguan felt that his memory was like a ball of mush, and all kinds of bizarre scenes flashed by, including the galloping horses of the Tukan people, the ferocity of the jackals, and the wild and warlike western barbarians.

The only thing that is relatively clear is that they are facing an unprecedented invasion by the Tukan people.

In the endless wilderness, all the Tukan people surrendered to the endless terror of the killing king Yamen Khan, gathered together, and rushed towards the Xianglong Great Wall like a tide.

The forward observation post he was stationed at had long been captured by the opponent's rangers. He fought his way out and went to the nearest border to report the news. However, the superior border officials didn't take it seriously at all.

Taking this as Hu Bianguan's excuse for deserting, he was beaten with fifty military sticks and thrown into prison. He would not be punished until he contacted the officer at the observation post where he was stationed.

In the eyes of all the Xianglong people, the Xianglong Great Wall is unfallable, and the Tukan people in the endless wilderness are the herdsmen they keep in the wilderness, a group of slaves in the wilderness, how dare they wave their weapons against their powerful masters? .

As a result, that night, the Tukan people launched a large-scale night attack, and Yamen Khan used an unprecedented force.

Not only did it suppress the protective power of the Xianglong Great Wall, but it also controlled the minds of countless defenders, allowing them to kill everyone on sight, completely disrupting the defensive formation and allowing endless Tukan people to cross the Xianglong Great Wall and enter Xianglong. Within the Dragon Empire.

And he took advantage of the chaos to escape from the prison, and followed the defeated army and refugees, retreating southward along the road of enlightenment.

But those Tukan rangers were like wolves, biting them and not letting go. From time to time they would rush up, tear off a piece of meat from their bodies, and plunder a large number of people and livestock, falling into the hands of the barbarians. In the hands of sexual nomads, the outcome would be disastrous.

The faint sound of horse hooves and the desperate screams and cries of the refugees told Hu Bianguan that the Tukan rangers were catching up again.

As for where they were now, he couldn't remember clearly because of his confused thinking. He only knew how to follow the trend and kept running.

In the dark, the cold object he accidentally touched made Hu Bianguan shudder involuntarily. His pupils shrank, his nostrils dilated, his breathing quickened, his heartbeat began to accelerate, and he involuntarily accelerated his hand movements. It felt right, this was a suit of bright light armor. And it's still of high quality.

Where exactly are you now? Why is there a bright light armor here?

Although such doubts arose in his mind, Hu Bianguan could not think about it. Without thinking, he used the fastest speed to remove the Mingguang Armor from the wooden dummy and equipped it on himself.

This is a life-saving weapon in chaotic battles. With its own chance of survival, it will be greatly improved.

If he had such a bright light armor back then, how could he have escaped all the way to the end? Have you already thought of a way to counterattack?

Hmm, why do I have such strange thoughts?

Aren't you on the way to escape now?

The reason why Hu Bianguan said that this piece of Mingguang Armor was of good quality was because it had the magical function of automatically donning the armor, and even one person could complete it.

This is at least the treatment that only officers above the rank can enjoy. Ordinary soldiers are not qualified to be equipped with Mingguang armor. Even if they are, most of them are the most common ones. Most of them are brought by wealthy people. Two people must help each other wear them. , very cumbersome.

It would be okay if there were sufficient preparations before the battle, but for fear of being surprised, there would be no time to dress up, and the Mingguang Armor would not be as effective as it should be.

After wearing a suit of bright light armor, Hu Bianguan was obviously more confident. He reached out and patted the breast mirror on his chest, and it immediately lit up with a soft light, enough to illuminate the place five or six meters in front of him.

This is also the standard configuration of Mingguang Armor above the rank of commander, not only for the convenience of seeing in night battles, but also for ordinary soldiers to find their commanders at night.

Of course, he will also point the way for his enemies.

There are pros and cons, depending on how the wearer uses it.

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

He is now in an officer's tent. Not only does he have a suit of Mingguang armor, there is even a weapons rack next to him. On it are swords, guns, knives, axes, hooks and forks, eighteen kinds of weapons, and even a bent weapon belonging to the Tukan people. knife.

This is not a very long tent. This is at least the treatment of a lieutenant.

Hu Bianguan's eyes rested on a horse tree and he could no longer take his eyes away. His grandfather and father both used good horses. He himself had been practicing horse racing since he was a child. Unfortunately, the ebony tree was passed down from his family and was passed down by his father. He took it with him to perform a mission in the endless wilderness. When his father was killed in battle, he was lost together.

Although I have handled several horse spears since then, none of them have been easy to use, and they all broke one after another.

This is obviously a good spear. Not only is the workmanship exquisite, but the materials used are also very high-end. The tip is two feet long and has a prismatic shape. It shines with a biting cold light. If you get even slightly closer to it, you will be suspected of being frostbitten.

It is obviously made from the cold iron of the East China Sea, and is blessed with cold spells. After breaking the enemy's armor, it will freeze the enemy from the inside out, including blood, so it is called the Ice Armor Breaker.

The pole is made from a century-old ironwood tree trunk divided into eight strands. It is then glued together with isinglass that has been boiled for three days and three nights. It is bound with a gold ring and the outer layer is made of gold wire mixed with it. Wrapped in layers of hemp rope.

This multi-layer composite structure not only makes it as strong as steel, but also has the toughness of a large bow that can be bent at 90 degrees without deformation.

This kind of weapon has very high requirements on the user. Without ten years of immersion skills, it is difficult to exert its power.

Coincidentally, Hu Bianguan is one of them.

Almost without thinking, he grabbed it directly. Even in the narrow tent, he still couldn't help shaking several gun flowers. The crisp "嬶欶" sound could be heard endlessly. The cold wind filled the entire camp. The temperature in the room instantly dropped several degrees.

"What a baby, what a baby." Even at the critical moment of life and death, Hu Bianguan still couldn't help but secretly admire.

With an armor on his body and a spear in hand, Hu Bianguan's courage skyrocketed. He would say something later. He didn't just run away blindly. He tried to find a way to seize a war horse from those Tukan people and kill a few Zongheng among the rangers. , so that they did not dare to be so unscrupulous in their pursuit, as if they had entered an uninhabited land.

With the Ice Armor-Breaking Spear in front, the other weapons on the weapon rack seemed a bit too ordinary, but in line with the old soldier's habit, he still took out a common border knife and put it behind his waist, and took out a pair of iron maces and hung them on his waist ring, and then carefully lifted the tent curtain and walked out.

Hu Bianguan, who walked out of the tent, did not notice that as he left, the weapon rack behind him and the weapons on it were fading and disappearing, as if they had never existed.

And he was attracted by another thing at the door of the tent, a chestnut warhorse, with a saddle and reins.

Today, what I thought of really came true.

First, the Mingguang armor, then the Ice Armor-Breaking Spear, and now there is another good horse. Even in the face of the turmoil, it still did not show the slightest panic. It must be a warhorse that has been on the battlefield for a long time.

There was no need to think at all. Hu Bianguan directly led it over, climbed on the horse, and turned it into his own mount.

Looking around again, the surrounding situation made Hu Bianguan furious, and his blood boiled up. Those Tukan Rangers had already rushed into this temporary camp, and they were killing and looting wantonly.

In public, they threw those Xianglong women to the ground in twos and threes, and pounced on them with lewd smiles, venting their animal desires. Hu Bianguan seemed to clearly feel that those women and girls looked at him with empty and desperate eyes.

Those old people and children were chopped to the ground by them unscrupulously, like chasing rabbits on the grassland.

Many Tukan people were already covered with gold and silver jewelry, most of which were still covered with blood. Some earrings still had half of the bloody ears hanging on them, which were obviously pulled directly from those women.

"You deserve to die! You all deserve to die!" Hu Bianguan almost didn't think about it, and rushed out with a heavy slap on his warhorse, regardless of the difference in numbers between the two sides.

As a man, he couldn't protect the women and children of the tribe.

As a frontier soldier, I can't defend my country.

I feel ashamed of my seven-foot-tall body.

Puff!

Those Tukans who were abusing others didn't prepare for a fully-armed Xianglong heavy cavalryman to come out and kill them.

The Tukan who was closest to Hu Bianguan didn't react at all, and was pierced through the chest by his horse lance. With a light swing, he took advantage of the horse's power to directly pick him up and cut half of his chest open.

This was just the beginning. Hu Bianguan only knew to charge and charge again, tearing open the chests of all the Tukans along the way to see whether their hearts were red or black, and they actually did such a cruel thing.

These Tukans were more like a group of armed herdsmen than soldiers. They were not on the same level in terms of resistance consciousness or combat skills.

After Hu Bianguan slaughtered five or six people in a row, the rest scattered and ran to the nearest mount, trying to escape from this dangerous place.

Hu Bianguan was not willing to let them go, and he bit them and killed three more people in a row.

But after all, he was alone and could not do everything.

There were still five riders, who rushed out of the door and ran into the depths of the night.

Hu Bianguan, who was so angry that he killed many people, didn't care about anything and chased them on horseback. However, after running a few steps out of the temporary camp, he found that something was wrong.

Those Tukan deserters disappeared. On the contrary, there were many Xianglong soldiers who looked very similar to him. They were also wearing light armor, holding horse lances, holding long spears, and some holding heavy armor-piercing weapons such as maces. Their waists were full of short weapons, and their bodies were more or less stained with blood.

It was obvious that they had just fought a fierce battle like himself.

Although he didn't recognize most of them, with just one glance, Hu Bianguan could determine that they were border deserters like himself, not Tukan people wearing Xianglong armor.

Armor and weapons can be plundered, but living habits, whether it is the habit of wearing equipment or the habit of holding weapons, are very different between the two sides, which cannot be imitated by the Tukan people who come from the wilderness.

Unless they are the Tukan people who have lived inside the Xianglong Great Wall for generations and have been highly assimilated by the Xianglong Empire.

And such Tukan people can no longer be called Tukan people, but Xianglong people.

Strictly speaking, Hu Bianguan has the blood of such people, and there is still a trace of similarity between him and the Tukan people.

But he firmly believes that he is a Xianglong person, and has nothing to do with the aggressive, barbaric and tyrannical Tukan people.

Without giving these border soldiers too much time to think, there was a fierce sound of horse hooves and the shouts of Tukan people. It was obvious that the reinforcements of the Tukan people had arrived, and there were quite a lot of them, far more than the scattered soldiers just now could match.

Looking at the hundreds of Mingguang armored heavy cavalrymen around him, Hu Bianguan, who was excited by the killing, couldn't help but swear, and then roared: "Fuck him, I don't know where you belong, and I don't know what position you have held. Now is not the time to be particular about these.

I just want to ask you, comrades, do you still have a little passion in your hearts? Have you had enough of this kind of rout and escape? Are you willing to fight with me?"

"Needless to say, I've been tired of this kind of shitty life. If you are a man, you don't want to be chased around like a rabbit."

"I am a rough man, I speak directly, I don't like to beat around the bush. If you say to fight bravely, count me in, I will follow you wherever you go, if you continue to run away, don't blame me for spitting on you and calling you a coward, you wasted your good equipment."

"This big brother speaks directly, I like to hear it, fuck him, just for this equipment, I will fuck him."

"Charge forward and kill all those Tukan people."

"Needless to say, killing all these barbarians is what I want to do most." (End of this chapter)