Above the firmament, within the void, two figures existing as consciousness faced each other from afar.
Opposite him, the Old General's hair and beard were completely white, yet not a single wrinkle marred his face. His tall, straight body carried a long halberd, and he wore silver armor with a great cloak billowing in the wind. He looked imposing and extraordinary.
"Young lord, congratulations on making it this far. From here on, this old man will teach you what command and leadership truly mean. Open your eyes and watch carefully. The more you watch, the more you'll learn."
"I nearly forgot to tell you. Back in my day, I was known as the Army God of my generation."
"So, there's no shame in losing to me. The shame would be failing to improve."
"Come, let this old man see how much you know about command. How many attempts will you need before you can safely hold these three towns against me?"
The Old General spoke with great gusto, chattering on for quite some time.
After a while, he glared at Mu Yuan. "Young man, aren't you going to share your thoughts?"
When he was alive, he had been known as the Shield of the Firmament and had been the idol of countless young people. Unfortunately, times had changed. By now, there probably weren't many young people who had even heard of his name.
This was no longer their era.
The Old General grew wistful again. He waved his hand. "Let us convey our feelings through the clash of armies instead."
As soon as he finished speaking, countless golden lights erupted across the vast earth, more than ten kilometers from the three towns.
All kinds of troops emerged from the golden radiance.
Goblins, Gargoyles, giant scorpions, Minotaurs, and Gnolls, among others.