Focusing on the Tibetan Plateau more than 1,300 AD.

War, killing, and blood have been entangled in this beautiful and fertile land, with an altitude of more than 4,000 meters, making it a pure land. In order to compete for the fertile pastures and water sources, the tribes on the plateau have fought against each other for hundreds of years.

On the vast grassland, for nomadic peoples, whoever has more aquatic plants will be stronger. The advantages and disadvantages of resources are directly related to the survival and development of a tribe. In order not to be eliminated by other tribes, limited resources make war and plunder without right or wrong, and survival will always be the first place.

The two armies confront each other.

Both sides assembled all their tribes, and the women became warriors at this moment.

There was a silence on the grassland, and only the cold cold light that was reflected from time to time.

Suddenly someone shouted vaguely, and the war horses were neighing. The people and horses on both sides rushed towards each other with heavy and tense breathing. The sound of horse hooves trembled, and the shouts of killing on the battlefield quickly gathered together like a tide, stirring up bloody waves.

The flesh and blood were flying everywhere, the harsh sound of weapons, and every terrifying scream took away a living creature, the body fell down like straw, and the living people continued to fight, either you or I died, everywhere.

The sun seemed to be getting brighter, as if she was staring at a group of creatures below who were killing each other for survival, and the radiation of the sun also brought a sense of anxiety.

Mutational bulge.

A fireball suddenly fell from the sky with a deafening thunder. People on the battlefield had no time to take care of the sudden changes, and even had no time to turn their eyes.

A fireball suddenly exploded violently directly above the battlefield, and the light suddenly grew rapidly. The strong light radiation turned everything on the ground into ashes. The fire ball that followed enveloped the entire battlefield. All those who tried their best to fight were swallowed by the flames of death.

A mushroom-shaped black cloud rose slowly, and the battlefield returned to a dead silence.

A thin raindrop floated in the sky, and the flames became weaker.

After a long time, a crying sound came from far to near.

Survivors from the two tribes far away from the battlefield saw a black cloud and a loud noise rising from the direction of their soldiers' war. They hurried to find their relatives, but there was only a scorched earth in front of them, and there was nothing else. Looking around, there was no trace of relatives.

Survivors of two hostile tribes looked at each other on the battlefield, and the hatred in their eyes had long been buried by the pain of losing their loved ones. The elders in the tribe looked up at the sky in panic, kept praying in a low voice, asking God to forgive the bloody killing.

The older priests of the two tribes chanted prayers at the same time, and the old and low voices echoed on the grassland, resonating, as if comforting the souls of the dead.
Chapter completed!