Fifteen years ago, in Tianqi Taiqing Palace, young men in white broke their wrists with swords and drank blood and burned wine. After five hundred years of wind and frost, the green eagle flag and the chrysanthemum-patterned imperial flag once again waved side by side on the land of Kyushu.
They put on green iron armor, drew out their pale swords, and gathered around Huang Zuo, guarding the weak and lonely young man with the spirit of an eagle. Just because the emperor once swore to them with blood:
"If everyone else dies, you can't live alone."
A year ago, the last imperial minister fell on the plank road of Mirage City, his sword broken beside him, and the setting sun stretched his shadow very long. He looked at the mountains and rivers in the north and showed his last tired smile. Beside him, there were bones like a sea, and the remaining light was like blood.
"If everyone else dies, you can't live alone."
Intention: Even if the loyalty is exhausted, the good friends will not be reconciled