In front of the campfire, thirteen teenagers raised their glasses in unison and drank the liquor in one gulp. The hot blood kept colliding, and the teenagers' hearts were surging, and the sonorous and powerful oaths poured out of their throats, heroic and majestic.

It is an imprint carved with a lot of blood, and they will fight for it and die for it.

The fourteen weapons that once dominated the ancient battlefield resonated again, and they will defend their homeland with the edge of justice.

At dawn, they will lead all their warriors to the final battle.

***

Wu Lei Yan carried a knife and hurried, shuttling through the dark forest.

There was great danger lurking in the darkness, ready to slit his throat at any moment. He pursued the man here, but he had stepped into a trap.

He stopped, raising his knife to defend himself. He didn't feel the danger anymore, but he knew that it was ten times more dangerous.

The arrow pierced through the air and took him straight into the eye. He was startled, the tip of the arrow rapidly dilating in his pupils.

***

He snapped open his eyes. Everything just now turned out to be a dream.

But he was really standing in the woods, surrounded by danger. The blade is out of the sheath, and it is fully guarded.

The grass in front of him was squirming, and a black shadow stepped forward. Wu Lei Yan stepped back and raised his knife.

The pitch-black tall war horse stepped out of its heavy hooves, and the ground shook slightly. The black mane spreads luxuriantly and flutters in the wind. The horse was fully armed, its inky armor tightly clasped and impermeable. Deadly weapons were locked to the sides of the torso, leg armor embedded with sharp blades, and cold light flickered. His nose spewed hot white gas, and the anger in his eyes seemed to have not been extinguished for thousands of years. It jerked to its feet, hissing sharply. It seems to bring a blazing sun, scorching all evil to ashes; It seems to be running on lightning in ten directions, and the thunder roars. God shall not stop it when it is galloping.

Wu Leiyan is no longer on guard. He felt that the martyrs who fought on the battlefield in the past returned with their heroic souls and bestowed unparalleled power on the youth.

I have finally turned into a rebellious war horse and am with you. Although it is not triumphant, it is determined to win.

"Ah Lie......" Wu Lei Yan put down the knife, muttered in his mouth, and walked forward slowly.

He gently stroked the high horse's head, his heart complicated.

"Brother......" Wu Leiyan's forehead touched the horse, and the war horse rubbed affectionately around his neck.

Wu Leiyan turned over and got on his horse, his long knife pointing at the coast. "Brother, together, let's save this dark age!"

The war horse stood up sharply and neighed violently, as if it was approaching with ten thousand thunderbolts.