Zhao Zilong, the Dragon-Gall Spear

The Han dynasty is in decline. Eunuchs hold sway over the government, and the Yellow Turban Rebellion spreads like wildfire.

I, Zhao Zilong, bid farewell to my master and enter this chaotic world alone.

Before Changban Slope, Cao Cao’s cavalry stretches as far as the eye can see. Yet I charge through seven times and back again, my robes drenched in blood.

I seek neither fame nor fortune. I fight only because the child in my arms, A Dou, is the last surviving heir of the Han dynasty.

As my spear pierces an enemy general’s throat, I suddenly remember my master’s dying words:

“This chaotic age needs a banner that will never fall.”