Legend has it that the world was once owned by the Dragon Clan. After the Dragon God War, the Dragon Clan abandoned their land and came to the end of the world, falling asleep in a place that humans could not reach, in order to occupy the world again...
From then on, humans became the masters of the world, and the gods and dragons disappeared together, leaving only admirable legends. The elves lived in the forest sea and lived a life without disputes. The orcs lived in the distant western continent, and the vast sea isolated them from the world. , The dwarves live in the extremely cold land of the north, and their characters are as resolute as the weapons they forge. Humans, on the other hand, have established a prosperous city in the center of the continent. The race favored by the gods has created a glorious chapter on this continent!
Our story also unfolds from then on. This is the story of a small mercenary group on the human continent. Loyalty, passion, and trust are the themes here. There will also be quarrels and conflicts, which bring rich colors to life. What I want to describe are the stories of some ordinary people who can cry and laugh. Maybe they don't have lofty ideals and are not so perfect, but what I want to do is just prove that they once existed in my mind...
If you see a familiar plot, then I can only say... I was wrong... I really can't think of anything... But I won't plagiarize the original version... Don't worry about this [Note: This may be a trap, be careful]