[The general era is 101032, and the first civilization is 3001. 】

The sun shines warmly on the green grass, wrapping these grass blades in a faint layer, full of vibrant light gold.

The breeze, with a bit of comfort, gently stirs the weeds and makes a pleasant rustling sound.

It is a fertile land with a warm climate.

The civilization here has lived on this land since a long, long time ago......

Perhaps, since the beginning of its birth, this civilization has been relying on this land and constantly developing.

The birth of this civilization was also a long time ago.

Even in the history of this civilization, there is no record of when and where this civilization was born.

After years of accumulation, this civilization has long since broken away from the primitive and ignorant era and developed into a mature Bronze Age.

The period of war in this land has also passed.

The most recent super-war, which lasted for decades, was more than 500 years ago.

Yes, five hundred years of peace!

It is precisely these 500 years of peace that have brought increasing prosperity to the civilization on this land.

The 500-year history of civilization is like flowing water, peaceful, in a straight river, flowing slowly - a little bland, but comfortable and peaceful.

However, the 500-year-old peaceful life of this civilization ushered in a change not long ago!

Perhaps, this is a change that is not mentioned in history, perhaps, it will change the history of the entire civilization from its birth to the present!

No one knows what might be next......

Change is happening.

Strangers, from a mysterious cave on the edge of this land, have come to this land.

You know, this land, after people have been fully explored, has not welcomed strangers for thousands of years!

Those strangers emerged from a cave on the edge of the land, on the edge of a remote steppe—as if out of thin air—the cave on the hillside could not hold so many people!

Now, no one in the civilization of this land knows anything about those strangers.

No one knows who they are or where they come from.

......

It has been a week since those strangers appeared.

The native civilization here still maintains a certain distance from those strangers.

It seems that neither side wants to reach out to the other right away.

For native civilizations, there was no need for them to make contacts recklessly.

And for strangers who seem to be explorers, perhaps, out of fear, or for some other reason......

In the sparse jungle near the steppe, there were khaki tents—soldiers of native civilizations who had set up makeshift camps here.

Garrisoned here were five hundred soldiers of the Auxiliary Legion.

The five hundred men consisted of two phalanxes of spears and three phalanxes of spears and swords and shields, each containing a hundred well-trained soldiers.

About fifteen hundred meters away from them, on the edge of the grass near the hillside, was the adventure camp of those strangers.

The camp of those strangers, with only a dozen tents.

And the strangers in that camp are estimated to be only about a hundred people.

The strangers, maybe the soldiers, maybe the hunters, but they didn't look like the elite - their weapons were weapons that seemed to be non-aggressive.

The weapons possessed by the strangers looked like rudimentary devices of metal rods and wooden rods held together side by side, with no sharp blades, and did not look like heavy weapons that could be attacked by weight—just upgraded wooden sticks, perhaps.

By the way, those strangers, and two strange weapons—a metal stake mounted on wheels—looked like battering rams, but the battering rams looked much smaller than the ordinary battering rams of this native civilization—and it was hard to deduce what these seemingly shabby weapons, or devices, were used for.

Perhaps, compared to the weapons with sharp spearheads, shiny blades, and throwing spears with barbs in the auxiliary corps of the native civilization here, those strangers' weapons look almost like the original products of people who learned to smelt stone tools thousands of years ago.

Several soldiers who assisted in the phalanx of spear-throwing swords and shields stood on the edge of the trees in the camp.

They wore crimson short sleeves, and on top of them were golden-brown copper plate armor that protected their bodies.

The helmets, also made of brass, were adorned with a handful of short red hairs like horsehair on the round cheek guards, which was the symbol of the auxiliary regiment of civilizations.

The men, after a brief dinner, were talking about something while observing the camp of strangers opposite.

"Those people aren't here to fight us?...... are they," one of the soldiers guessed with some concern.

They hadn't been at war for a long time, and the sudden appearance of such a stranger really made them a little nervous when they were unprepared.

"It's hard to say...... However, it really doesn't look like a caravan. Another soldier on the side said, "It can't be ruled out that they are hostile, so it's better to be vigilant!"

"Definitely. Another soldier agreed, but then he added, "Of course, don't worry too much, you see, we are almost five times as many as them, and our weapons look much better than theirs!"

After dusk, the canopy gradually darkened, revealing a deep blue with a bit of depth and mystery.

In the camp of the auxiliary legion, a bonfire had been lit above a small clearing.

The crackling and softly burning bonfire, flickering and dimming in the light of the evening breeze among the trees......