Thousands of miles north of Black Cloud Mountain, sunlight bathes the entire earth. Perched atop the Great Wasteland is a blindingly dazzling Blue Stone City. The enormous stone walls, heaped from massive blue stones, emanate a cold luster that is particularly dazzling under the sun.
Standing before the city are thousands of stern and solemn war soldiers, their faces ruddily radiant, and dressed in beast-skin battle armor. They clutch spears and swords in their hands, their faces somber. Under the sunlight, their eyes angrily stare forward, an intense aura of chilling murderous intention permeating the surroundings. Only those who survive hundreds of battles are the true elite.
At a corner above the city, several bare-chested men stand side by side. In each of their hands, they hold an ancient, vintage, bronze-colored war horn, bearing indelible marks of time. These are the war horns passed down by the Gu Yuan Tribe for hundreds of years.
Woo!
