Blackbird Legion

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The Xie Luo Mountain Range was like a winding dragon, its lower reaches entrenched within the borders of the Balak Kingdom.

Beneath its domain sat the three counties of Cinnabar Cliff, Phoenix, and Jiuhua, like three dazzling pearls set into this jade belt of the continent.

At that moment, the view focused on Phoenix Mountain in Phoenix County, on that famed Phoenix Platform.

It was both a lofty viewing platform standing proudly halfway up the mountain and a once-impregnable strategic pass.

Back in those days, merchants and travelers had flowed through without end, soldiers had guarded it with strict vigilance, and the place had been a scene of prosperity and flourishing strength.

Yet fate made fools of men.

During the last calamity, a sudden frenzy of soul beasts had swept in like a violent storm, and the savage packs of soul beasts had drowned the pass like a black tide.

When the smoke had finally cleared, the prosperity was gone. Only broken walls and ruined ramparts remained, silently telling of past glory and present desolation amid the windblown sands of time. From then on, Phoenix Platform had been reduced to ruins.

Where the iron plaque reading "One Man Can Hold the Pass" had once hung high, only half a rusted copper nail remained.

Now, a group of straight-backed figures stood on the ruins of the pass like steel.

They were no ordinary civilians, but brave, battle-hardened soldiers of the Balak Kingdom.

The man at their head wore a suit of bright armor as crimson as flame. Under the moonlight, the armor shone with dazzling radiance, like burning warfire and like blood flowing hot.

His face seemed carved by blade and axe, its firm lines outlining the hardships and toughness of passing years. Beneath thick brows, his