He lifted the wine jug hanging at his waist, taking a sip of the liquor mixed with the rusty taste of iron, his expression tight, eyes focused on a figure flying over from the distance. The shadow side by side with the falcon came near. It was a Hawk armor suit, bigger than the Black Eagle, the helmet fiercer. With a sharp, ear-piercing noise, he landed in front of the Wolf King, lifting up a golden arrow made of unknown materials with both hands.

Jia Lai reached out to pick up the little golden arrow and poured wine on it. The smooth arrow pole slowly revealed a line of words written in the Eighteen Tribes language, the fine and curly handwriting stretched out under the hot liquor. It read: Wolf King, please take the first move.

Jia Lai took a deep breath. He had thought that once this moment arrived, he would be full of ecstasy.

But no, he discovered that after so many years, hatred had soon hollowed him out. Even if he was about to turn the tide, he had forgotten how to laugh or smile. The current Wolf King looked up at the heaven above him. The sunlight made him feel slightly entranced, as if the eyes of countless deceased were watching over him.

"It is time." He whispered softly, raising a hand in the midst of thousands of troops, engulfed in dead silence.

Then he slashed down.

The gray wolves lifted their necks and howled, charging forwards, heading in the direction of the south.

At the Southern Sea Islands, where greens were lush all year, and warm wind rustled.

In the night, a large black ship slowly entered an ordinary and quiet dock but did not stop just yet. A group of armed people donned in armor opened the hatch and rushed out. The uninhabited island suddenly became brightly lit.

There were rows of battle armor lined along the large rocks, reflected by the dim light of the fire, resembling an army of ominous and sinister soldiers.

Among the Heavy Armors, there was an enormous map for a marching route covering the entire underground passages deep below the Southern Frontier. What Gu Yun once sent people to dig out was only just the tip of the iceberg.

Finally, it was the originally peaceful and calm Eastern Sea —

Dong Ying warriors with long swords and snake-like ninjas dressed up as coastal Eastern people carefully rowed small boats through the sea and secretly slipped by, communicating with each other using strange gestures.

They gathered slowly from all different sides like ants, the usually bustling cargo ships withdrew from the Great Liang Harbor one after another, quietly turning in the direction of the Dong Ying Islands.

A long whistle that could carry through the air rang out in the boundless ocean.