Dawn City.
Bai Ya, a sergeant of Rank B's 342nd Legion, wore a neat military uniform as he nervously checked his ammunition.
The Dawn Tribe's several hundred legions were divided into three different grades.
The most elite were the Special-Grade Legions, also known as the Tower Guard Legions.
The other two grades were Rank A and Rank B.
The former were the main-force legions, trained more rigorously and equipped more finely.
The latter were second-rate legions that had not been established for very long and were slightly less well trained.
At this moment.
The squad leaders' shouts rang out continuously.
"Carefully check whether your magic muskets are at risk of jamming. A few days ago, some unlucky bastard had this problem, and the Magic Bullet exploded right inside the barrel."
"Count your ammunition, everyone. Pay special attention to whether your magazines are fully loaded with Magic Bullets."
"Lastly, check whether you brought an emergency medical kit. It can save your life at a critical moment."
After checking his ammunition and confirming his other supplies, Bai Ya finally let out a breath of relief.
Thinking of the coming war, he unconsciously glanced at the towering Totem Pillars in the distance and devoutly murmured, "Totem Power is with me!"
Two months ago.
Bai Ya had not been a member of the Dawn Tribe, but a lowly commoner from another small tribe.
Later, that tribe had been annexed, and he had become a member of the Dawn Tribe overnight.
Even so, Bai Ya was sincerely willing to fight for the Dawn Tribe.
There were many reasons.
Because the Dawn Tribe never conducted living human blood sacrifices, so commoners no longer had to worry that their entire families might one day become sacrifices.
Also because after joining the Dawn Tribe, as long as one