Blood from beyond Yanmen Pass soaked Xu Wu’s chain mail. As he dragged an old squad leader, poisoned and on the verge of death, from a heap of corpses, a cold mechanical voice rang in his mind.
[Enemy-Slaying System activated]
[Slay the Northern Di Left Wise King to receive three thousand Black-Armored Cavalry]
From frontier scout to Marquis of the North, from a rusted ring-pommel saber to the Dragon Sparrow Great Halberd coveted by thousands, Xu Wu learns one thing amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood: when the living can’t make their case in this world, the dead must make it with their blades!
Are hidden attacks at court more venomous than the Di people’s curved blades?
Do the aristocratic clans treat the frontier army like so much grass?
Xu Wu grins as the twelve wolf-head gold seals at his waist clink together. “The day my red banner flies above the royal tent, I’ll show you, gentlemen, what it means to trample the land beneath our horses, and what it means to write the rules in blood!”
