Migration

The enemies from the north were getting closer and closer as they made their way through the water over the white salt pool. Yan Liuyuan urged his horse forward as well. It was a grand sight to behold, as though the people on both sides were standing on top of a huge mirror where the boundaries were limitless.

Yan Liuyuan looked silently at the enemies in the distance. They were clearly much taller than the nomads. If the average height of the nomads was 1.75 meters, then these enemies from the north were probably at least 1.9 meters tall. Some of them even towered up to 2 meters in height.

The enemies wore brown fur hides on their backs, showing off firm pectorals across their bare chests while their muscular thighs were exposed to the cold wind.

But it was a little strange. In front of that group of burly northern men, there was actually someone else dressed in a black robe walking slowly.