Three Hundred Years of War

The eight kings killed each other and the world fell apart. The beacon fire engulfed the city, and the people were like grass; the iron cavalry trampled the rivers and mountains, and the old prosperity turned into ashes overnight. He lost everything in the sea of ​​​​blood and corpses, but also saved his life in the chaos. From now on, he no longer asked "who is right and who is wrong", but only asked "who can let people live." The northern land has fallen, and the southern crossing will begin; a new order will grow from the knife's edge. The beginning of troubled times, mountains and rivers bear witness.