Zhou Yu came to this world of swords and magic. The direwolf he encountered in the forest made him understand that the White Walkers would go south in the near future. He didn't know where to go. There was never a protagonist in this world. Everything was just a wave of the times. The collision of ice and fire brought only cruelty.
Until his 14th birthday, what he had long forgotten turned into a ferocious iron fist before his eyes, hitting him hard in the face.
Zhou Yu covered his beaten face and asked:
"So... The Gungun in front of me is also me?"
"Please call me Ironeater, thank you!"
