The Northern Great Wall Army

The Northern Great Wall had stood for a thousand years without a trace of decay. Every Beastfolk north of the Northern Frontier hated that towering barrier.

Out on the Arctic Wasteland beyond the Great Wall, no matter how far away one stood, looking south meant seeing that impossibly high wall on the horizon.

Yet the Northern Great Wall Army, the force stationed along this line of defense, no longer possessed its former might.

Ye Rong was the Northern Great Wall Army's deputy commander. When Prince Pingbei, its commander, was absent, Ye Rong carried out his duties.

He was now over three hundred years old.

Of course, for a Demigod Level expert, three hundred years meant that less than half his life had passed.

Yet his hair had long since turned white.

The divine armor His Imperial Majesty had bestowed on him before the campaign was damaged in many places. Every mark spoke of his achievements.

Ye Rong stood atop the Great Wall as snow and wind from the Far North struck his face, carving lines of age into the old general's features.

"General, this month's military supplies have come up short again."

A Half-Orc logistics soldier with a tiger's head approached Ye Rong with an inventory of the supplies and reported his findings.

His name was Hu San, an ordinary member of the Half-Orc race.

At the height of the Empire's power, an ordinary Half-Orc soldier would never have found a place in the elite Northern Great Wall Army.

But now, a third of the Great Wall Army's soldiers were Half-Orcs recruited after surrendering from the Far-North Icefield.

"General, this can't go on. Let's talk to them. We can give up our rations, but they can't withhold the shares owed to our Human brothers."

Hu San clasped his fists as