I Created a Nation of Players

The soul-slayers emerge from the ground in the cold winter, roaring to harvest souls, and the mysterious sorcerers make peace with the rampaging gods. Such a group of people emerged when the race was in crisis. Fearless, enthusiastic and kind, he can be called a warrior. When they gather together as a clan, there is a torrent of steel and martial virtue. Like locusts passing through, no grass will grow wherever they pass. Like a cunning villain, murderous intent will overflow in the next second. Bards sang their praises, cults feared them, but these people just gathered together to laugh. They all have a common name - Player! "I want to create a kingdom for players!" Sword of the Morning Star, Emperor of the Empire, Lord of the North Luther said.