The Edstan family’s imperial duchy. The grandfather is a Sword Saint, the grandmother a Grand Archmage, and Tianxuan von Edstan is the most doted-on child in the family’s thousand-year history. He learns to stand in a horse stance at three, takes up the sword at five, studies both arts and arms at seven, and is named the family heir at ten. He takes over as lord at eighteen, makes his territory the strongest in the empire by twenty, and defeats a coalition of three nations despite being outnumbered at twenty-five. His enemies call him “treacherous,” and he accepts the title without complaint. At twenty-six, with an army of 400,000 bearing down on him, he sets a series of traps with only 30,000 troops and wins a legendary victory. From then on, the name “Treacherous God of War” resounds across the continent.
No one is born a god of war. He simply thinks one step further, calculates one layer deeper, and lays one more trap than anyone else.
And it all begins with a child cherished by his entire family.
Reading this book reminded me of my old fantasy novels. It's very good. Come on.
It's very orthodox, and it feels like I'm back in my junior high school days when I read novels.
I thought it was a Western fantasy, but I didn't expect it to be a combination of Chinese and Western.