The Eternal Winter Life of the Strongest Mercenary

From that day on, the god of death in black robes set foot in the snowy land, and the white ice field was dyed into a crimson hell with blood... … We have no way of knowing his life experience, and we have no chance to witness his past. All we know about him are the corpses and blood stains that littered the ground after he left, and the elegies of life and death he wrote. "A young man from the south sang the elegy of wronged souls amidst blood and swords... No one knew his name, and people gave him the terrifying name of Black Death..." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.