"Kill!"
The piercing cold wind continuously scraped across his cheek, the cold light from the sky reflecting off the Profound Scale Silver Armor made his body feel even chillier, but Luo An, who was leading the charge with a furious roar at the front of the battle formation, couldn't feel the slightest chill at this moment.
The night before last, outside Milk Tiger Forest, his embarrassing display was still vividly in his mind. If it was merely a loss of face, it wouldn't mean much, but critically, they caused the death of the Commander's wife Han Yue and almost led to the second prince being captured.
He's not foolish. After the incident in Milk Tiger Forest, he just had to think it over a bit and realized that that night, the lady had already provided thorough protective measures for the second prince. If it wasn't for their stupidity, all crowding onto the top of the carriage at the same time, the enemy would've had no opportunity to approach the second prince.
