As Lin Qi enjoyed local delicacies beneath the stars of the Harlan Empire, a very different scene was unfolding on the Eastern Great Plains.
Under the same starry sky, vast swathes of tents spread densely in every direction. At least several million people had gathered within a majestic city built from hard stone and clad in a thick layer of metal plating.
The city had two walls, one inside the other. The outer wall stood a hundred meters high, the inner wall a hundred and fifty, with two hundred meters between them—the perfect range for bows and crossbows to inflict their greatest slaughter. The open ground between the walls was thickly packed with countless magical traps, planted with all manner of vicious bloodsucking and carnivorous flora, and stocked with innumerable venomous insects and snakes.
That mere two-hundred-meter stretch was, without doubt, hell.
The two walls were half a li wide. Great numbers of bald warriors, sturdily built enough to rival barbarian fighters, their auras especially savage and fierce and their entire bodies radiating killing intent, patrolled the walls in groups clad in heavy armor.
Had any former high-ranking officers of the Caesar Empire military been present, they would certainly have recognized these warriors as soldiers of the Dragon Horn Legion, which had been responsible for defending the Caesar Empire's eastern frontier. At the pleading of several nations such as the Pick Kingdom, the Caesar Empire had dispatched the Dragon Horn Legion, with its total strength of one million men, to the Eastern Great Plains to help them fend off nomad incursions.
Yet everyone knew that in the Caesar Empire's military hierarchy, the Dragon Horn Legion's combat strength could only rank among the third-rate. Though numerous, their individual fighting power was not strong. They were merely a tool the Caesar Empire