The black warhorse trotted quickly through the snow, stirring up snow powder and mud. The arrival of the last companion stopped the group and they also spurred their horses and began to head south along the road.
This group of people had no organization or legion name. The only thing they had was the old, iron-gray flag, which was the flag waved by the survivors of Yong'an Island when they returned to the mainland.
On the gray and barren island, there was no paint and no rare water source to wash, so they could only use the dirtiest gray as the base, dye it with precious purple vine flower juice, and roughly draw the shape of a crescent moon.
Yes, the people on the continent did not trust them, and the Empire was wary of these remnants, forcing them to undertake the most difficult and dangerous tasks. However, it is undeniable that the Empire finally kept its promise, granting them land where they could live for generations, and against all odds, allowed the Undead Order, this much-despised and slandered extraordinary order, to be accepted by the world again.
Granting these survivors who had made military achievements the status of nobility, allowing them to gain dignity and recognition, this was the favor bestowed by the upper echelons of the empire.
The people of the North have never forgotten these things, so they have held on to this cold and barren land for generations, built ships in the cold land, cruised the North Sea, and guarded against the possible southward migration of the Ice Elves.
Today, even if the master of the empire has changed, this oath will not change.
The North will not betray the Empire, but they cannot forget the past favors of the royal family. Some knights began to break away from the Northern Legion or their past identities.
They will no longer belong to any family or any force, but will only shout for the promises of the past and rush towards the road of death.
After the coup in the upper echelons of the empire, many great nobles in the North remained silent, but they would not stop their men or knights from leaving and heading for an agreed location. This was the tradition of the North, an ancient tradition that countless people believed in and followed.
Promises must be fulfilled, even in the face of visible death.
In the endless snow and wind, these warriors gradually gathered together, and the iron-gray, dilapidated flag became their only common symbol.
Gray battle flags and spears, these well-trained warriors are like cold steel, constantly advancing in the wind and snow. They are living machines, warriors who are about to become undead, the setting sun of the Mercury Dynasty.
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