Everything felt so real, down to the smallest detail. He recognized it all. And that made it all the more terrifying.
"What happened? How did my homeland become like this?"
At the slightest stir of thought, he remembered: an army of a hundred thousand tribal warriors had swept out of the mountains and slaughtered every last refugee gathered by the Primordial Yang Church. Then they had crossed the Suxu River and plundered the fertile lands north of it.
It had all gone so well, until the armies of the Xian'an Court's Lords came for them... Battle after bloody battle...
By the time they fled back into the deep mountains of the Southern Barbarian Mountains, fewer than one in ten remained.
It was a history that had repeated itself for nearly a thousand years. Every time the Southern Barbarians marched out, the campaign began with smooth sailing, only to end in a crushing defeat at the hands of the Central Land's armies. Fewer than half ever made it home alive.
This time, though, their defeat was far worse. Nearly nine out of ten Tribal Stockade Barbarians warriors had become corpses left north of the river.
And the Central Land's armies still would not stop. They pursued the survivors into the Southern Barbarian Mountains, sparing no Tribal Stockade they encountered. Old or young, man or woman, they killed them all.
Blood flowed together into rivers, almost drowning the entire Southern Barbarian Mountains...
This was the fate he feared most deep in his heart, feared so much that he had never even wanted to imagine it.
Now it lay naked before him...
"Aaaaah..."
Inside the cave, the three remaining Witch Wizards watched the Skull Witch Wizard suddenly lose his mind. They exchanged uneasy looks.
"Wake up! What's wrong with you?" The old witch