In late April, the Wilderness Plains were teeming with life, its lush green fields a perfect pasture.
In years past, herdsmen from Wushan Town and Black Python City alike would choose this time to graze their flocks here.
But now, due to the war, a single glance revealed a different scene. In the distance, rolling hills sketched a gentle silhouette against the horizon, while up close, there were only the neighs of warhorses, the thundering of iron-shod cavalry, and billowing dust—not a single cow or sheep in sight.
After noon, the armies of Wushan Castle and Black Python City finally met on the Wilderness Plains. They deployed in a simple line, with no consideration for sophisticated tactics or formations.
High in the sky, Ronin, mounted on Carlos, had a clear view of everything below.
In terms of numbers, Black Python City held a significant advantage.
