Since the advent of writing, war has been like a maggot attached to the bone.
Luo Ming was originally a foundry maker in a small town, but his peaceful life was broken by a sudden war.
Many years later, when Luo Ming faced his destined ending, he raised the sword in his hand. Death followed him like a shadow. I was not afraid of what the sword pointed at.
Is it true that heroes create momentum, or momentum creates heroes?
His story will be sung by the bards starting from the year 1207 of the Imperial Calendar.
