Chapter 82: The Enemy

On the Big Horn River, a small boat loaded with stones drifted downriver towards the floating bridge.

At the same time, in the wilderness south of Revodan, Dusack [Tulin] urged his horse into a frenzied run as he was chased by the people of Terdun.

Tulin kept looking back, and seeing the pursuing Herd Barbarians, he doubled his efforts, digging his spurs into the horse's flanks.

The warhorse, distressed by the intense pain, exerted its strength crazily, its hooves thunderously striking the ground.

Tulin stood in the stirrups to alleviate as much of the burden on the horse as possible.

The horse's legs were long and powerful, and its fetlocks were flawless—a descendant of shield river chargers brought from the north thirty years ago.

Usually, Tulin was extremely careful with the horse, rarely even using a whip.

But at this moment, the horse's belly and flanks were covered in sweaty blood.

Terdun's horses were shorter and slower, no match for Tulin's in speed.