Rich, lively, developed, civilized, and livable, Viruga is the most prosperous and beautiful city in the entire Rhodoc Kingdom. It roams like a dragon across the fertile plains of the Viruga Mountains, and in the capital, which is proudly hailed by almost all the Rhodocs, anyone can enjoy every kind of pleasure and convenience he can think of, all of which cannot be found in other cities.

So, although in the eyes of many later historians, the city of Viruga was in decline by this time in 1237 AD, it can no longer be compared with the grandeur and grandeur of its past. Even in their so-called strict sense, the coastal city of Aaron at this time had a much greater influence on later generations than the capital city. However, in the eyes of the indigenous people in 1237 A.D., this incomparable city is no one else.

Although this gem city is not actually comparable to Paraven, the former capital of the Karad Empire and the current capital of the Swadia Kingdom, it is customary to compare it to Paraven due to the mild climate that nature has given without spare.

As everyone can acknowledge, this bustling commercial metropolis was founded around 762 AD by the Kalades, the sole overlords of Calradia at the time. It stands majestically on one of the few plains in the Viruga Mountains, and according to historical records, it was originally established by the Karad in general to prevent the revolt of the slaves who had been defeated and oppressed by the Karad. But over time, due to its unique location, the importance of this small castle like a watchtower gradually became prominent, and people paid more and more attention to it, until it was expanded into the current metropolis.

It was probably two centuries later, that is, around 960 A.D., that the Karadian people lost their spirit and vigor and became cowardly because of the mild climate, abundant products, and the extravagance and corruption that was all the rage in the absence of any competitors.

The remnants of Ryerdian, the Swadia, seized the opportunity and were the first to raise the anti-flag. And among the first cities they occupied, there was the city of Viruga! The weak army of the Kalladians was unable to withstand the rebel onslaught, and was finally defeated by the strong Swadians. Even the last emperor of the Karad Empire was cut off by the fanatical Swadians to feed the eagles.

However, after the Swadians gained the sole rulership of Karadia, they gradually lost their original strength and vitality, and became as corrupt and degenerate as the Karadians of the past. They are constantly engaged in internal fighting with their compatriots within their borders, and they are constantly exploiting the people within their borders. Just after about a hundred years in such a power struggle, these avoidable internal frictions have finally attracted the vultures of war.

The Kujits, Nords, Vecchians, and Salander Sultans came to the continent with their swords in hand, defeated the Swadian defenders everywhere, seized large tracts of land, and established their own dynasties. Even the Swadia brothers, the Swadian hill people of the south, declared their independence from Swadia and established what would become the kingdom of Rhodok.

And Viruga, the first city to declare its secession from Svadia, a large number of Swadia citizens and noble families, dissatisfied with the Svadia authorities, yearning for freedom, and loving the mild climate of the mountains, fled Svadia and flowed into the city of Viruga. It was during that time that Viruga began to flourish and prosper beyond its previous years, becoming a wealthy, densely populated, and completely large city that could not be underestimated.

More than forty years later, in 1034 AD, the second king of Rhodoc declared Viruga the capital of Rhodoc due to its growing strategic importance. Today, there are 19,000 inhabitants living in the city of Viruga. The city has beautiful streets, splendid buildings, magnificent halls, a council, a university, a bathhouse, and an arena. The surrounding fortified walls made of granite and bluestone are estimated to be about six kilometers long.

And so, another century passed, in the evening of July 13, 1237 A.D. When the sun, surrounded by light white clouds and red glow, spits out the last rays of pink light and slowly sets along the hills to the west. The streets of Viruga are as noisy, crowded and lively as ever. The workers finished their work one after another, the clerks packed up their things and left their posts, and the merchants began to close the doors of their shops and prepare for a break after a busy day. The silence and tranquility of dusk slowly descended, and the smoke of cooking rose in the city.

In the midst of what seemed to be no different from the usual, the citizens of Viruga, of all ages and occupations, suddenly fell silent. They looked in amazement at the horseback galloping through the city. The weary group of knights and their horses were covered in dust and mud. The horses gasped incessantly, just like their owners, and the horses were foaming at the white foam on their chewing irons. They came through the east gate and smoking, smoking, towards the lord's castle.

"God, are these soldiers crazy? I don't know if horses are not allowed in the city, what the hell is going on! A bearded blacksmith muttered discontentedly, he had almost been knocked down by one of the horses, but fortunately he had avoided it in time, or he would have had to pay for his life.

"Oh God!" An elderly university professor heard him, turned to him, and said, "Look at their horses, they are all high-quality war horses that can only be found on the border!" I've only seen a scene like this once in my youth, when the Swadians declared war on us and reported it from a team of such knights. ”

A clerk straightened his hat and said puzzledly: "But since that great war, peace has lasted for almost twenty years, I don't know what news this team of knights brings!" ”

"No matter what news they bring, look at the way they look, it's definitely not good news. Alas, it looks like I'm busy again! The blacksmith from before went back to his shop and began to put his tools back in place one by one. As he said this, he untied his apron, which had been scorched by sparks, and placed it on the iron table beside him.

"Is it possible that there will be another war?"

"Don't think about it, maybe a border nobleman is going to marry a wife!"

While the citizens were still arguing about the intentions of the knights, the knights had stopped at the gate of the inner wall in front of the lord's castle. The numb-looking soldiers jumped off their horses and, after some searching, were led into the hall by several heavily armed sergeants, where they awaited an audience from King Griffos.

The gates of the inner city were crowded with curious citizens. People are speculating about what kind of urgent news this team of knights brings. There were even some clever fellows who tried to make small talk to the guards at the door, trying to get some news out of their mouths.

Half an hour later, the king's chief minister came out and persuaded the citizens who were crowded at the gate to leave, bringing earth-shattering news that the messengers were actually scouts from Fort Garmich on the border, and that was the only reason why they had come in such a hurry, and that was that the Salanders had declared war on Rhodok!