On the banks of the Xuanyang River, a group of knights rode past. In the farmlands on both sides of the river, farmers were busy with their autumn harvest. They were no longer surprised to see these knights on their tall horses, clad in Black Armor.
It was said that some things were as inevitable as the falling rain or a mother remarrying. A battle raged in the east, people claimed, involving hundreds of thousands of soldiers from both sides. They were locked in fierce combat around the Wang River. Refugees fleeing the area spoke of a horrific slaughter, saying that even the waters of the Wang River had turned red.
But as long as the war didn't reach their doorstep, they still had to continue their farm work. Otherwise, if they weren't killed by marauding soldiers, starvation would surely finish them off. Death seemed inevitable either way.
Conversely, the Yan people from the west seemed to be migrating eastward with increasing frequency these days.
