December 30, 1188.
The snowflakes fluttered, like powder, like dust, gradually covering the entire official road leading to the Great Capital.
The sea of trees turned from dark green to spotted white, then to pure white.
On the winding official road in the middle, stretching for several miles, all were constantly moving black armored cavalry.
Amid the cavalry army, a moving cart towering six meters high, like a house or pavilion, continuously traveled with the army.
The military flags were like a forest, vibrating in the wind.
On the top of the cart pavilion.
A blond man in a black robe, with a black cross necklace hanging on his chest, quietly gazed at the distant snowy scene.
The man's face was exceptionally handsome, his eyes were emerald green, his nose was high and firm, clearly indicating he was either Huxi people or Westerners.
However, despite looking young on the outside, his eyes held an inexplicable sense of age.
