CHAPTER 1841: CHAPTER 880: SOARING DRAGON PEOPLE

"Esteemed chiefs, this is a golden opportunity for resource reallocation within our Red Robe Mage Association. Compared to the powerful Necromancer System, our disadvantages are too apparent. Why not sincerely collaborate and complete this task together?"

"How can we collaborate sincerely?"

"It’s simple, everyone contributes plans and efforts, completes the task together. Regardless of which faction succeeds, results will be shared, with one percent of the breakthrough quota going to the successful faction, and the rest divided equally among the others. What do you think? This way, our hopes of success will greatly increase."

"Ha... ridiculous, if our seven factions unite, doesn’t the successful faction only gain that one percent quota from the Necromancer System? What’s the point of doing this?"

"Low risk means low reward. Compared to your conservative approach, our Enchantment Faction prefers to savor that seven percent delicacy. I have matters to attend to, I’ll take my leave now."

"Old bastard, I knew their Enchantment Faction definitely has a way, previously just hiding it. The Enchantment Faction, skilled in Charm and mental manipulation, has too much advantage in this matter and surely doesn’t want to cooperate with us. Esteemed chiefs, what about you?"

"Ah, I still have an experiment that’s only halfway through."

"I have matters too, I’ll take my leave."

"It’s better to think of ways to complete the task than to want ready-made results. Opportunities are equal for all factions."

"The purpose of the first chief is not for you to vie for these quotas, but to stimulate your enthusiasm in accomplishing the task. Your focus should be on the task, not on quotas."

"Easier said than done, don’t tell me you’re not eyeing those quotas."

"If there’s a chance to strengthen one’s mage faction, I believe no one would refuse. Would you?"

"A bunch of idiots, a disorganized mess!"

The chiefs of these Red Robe Mages each had their own plans.

The mage factions without advantages naturally sought allies eagerly to complete the task together and lower the risk.

But the problem is, how could those advantageous mage factions possibly hand over benefits willingly?

Even if they choose to cooperate, trust is a big issue, it’s better to work individually.

Before long, the chiefs of the advantageous mage factions left one by one, leaving only the three weakest factions in terms of this ability. They glanced at each other and skipped the pleasantries, immediately teleporting away.

Among these three mage factions, tensions between two of them are high, with fierce competition daily, making cooperation nearly impossible.

It’s not just the Red Robe Mages affected by the Totem Dreamscape impact, but also those Totem Spirit Souls and Sage Beings within the covered range.

The integration of the former posed no difficulties.

Especially those Totem Spirit Souls with inherent elemental properties, upon entering the Totem Dreamscape, they directly transformed into isolated islands, or small mounds, or a pond, or even a blazing bonfire, or a constantly swirling air mass in the dreamscape.

Their singular attributes made the composition of these islands very pure.

To truly turn into a livable paradise, mutual integration is necessary, which will be the main post-task work of the Haslan Witches, not something achievable in a short time.

Many Laiserman people transitioned into the dreamscape freely, feeling no discomfort, accepting it very quickly.

Since those relatively weaker Totem Spirit Souls couldn’t reveal themselves before people, they could only connect with the Laiserman through dreams, becoming their Totem Spirit Souls, and growing together with them.

Thus, most Laiserman people are not unfamiliar with the dreamscape, and even if they haven’t experienced it, they have at least heard of it from their tribesmen.

The only difference is that the Totem Dreamscape is more real, more vivid.

With the support of national power, the Totem Dreamscape has become somewhat extraordinary, easily allowing a True Dream Realm to descend upon certain places, causing tens of thousands to unknowingly get lost within it.

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Hu Bianguan, sleeping flat against the ground, reached out to touch, only to feel emptiness, not finding the saber that never leaves his side. He quickly rolled into the shadows, cautiously assessing his surroundings, rapidly organizing the memories in his mind.

This was a combat habit he developed from years of garrison duty at the Soaring Dragon Border Pass.

Sleeping flat allowed him to feel the vibrations of horse hooves hitting the ground, detecting attacks from the Tukan People or other monster cavalry at the first moment.

Huddled under shadow obstacles, it effectively avoided the fiercest first-wave cavalry impact.

Hu Bianguan felt his memories were like mush, with bizarre and fantastic images flashing by; the Tukan People’s galloping hordes, the ferocity of Jackalweres, and the wild bellicosity of the Western Barbarians.

The only relatively clear thing is that they are facing an unprecedented large-scale invasion by the Tukan People.

In the Endless Wilderness, all Tukan People are subjugated under the unending terror of Slaughter King Khan Yamun, gathering and surging towards the Soaring Dragon Great Wall like a tide.

The forward observation post he garrisoned had long been wiped out by the enemy’s cavalry, and he had to fight bloodily to break through to the nearest border pass to report, only for the high-ranking border officials to dismiss it.

They only saw it as Hu Bianguan’s excuse for desertion, punishing him with fifty military lashes and throwing him into jail, awaiting contact with the officers at his observation post for further punishment.