Maple Kingdom, Year Twelve of the Taiwen Era, midsummer.
A majestic eagle soared in from the eastern grasslands, circling several times above Wangyuan City before returning to the direction of the prairie.
In recent years, the borders of the Maple Kingdom had been remarkably peaceful, with the frequent occurrences of bandits raiding for supplies having long since vanished.
The Wuli Army stationed at the border had also enjoyed several years of tranquility.
However, peaceful times could not last forever. That summer, the Maple Kingdom faced the most terrifying calamity in over two hundred years since its founding!
On the border where yellow sand still danced in the air, Wangyuan City stood as the most important fortress, built against two mountain ranges, forming an insurmountable chasm.
In this desolate and barren borderland, Wangyuan City stood like a solitary fortress, quiet and silent.
Inside a watchtower outside the city, two soldiers on duty sat cross-legged, sipping wine and smiling as they discussed their future.
“Da Zhuang, in a few years, you’ll be leaving the army. Have you thought about what you want to do afterward?”
The soldier named Da Zhuang chuckled innocently and replied, “I’ll buy a cow with my pay. I want to go home and farm.”