The scorching sun fell on the barren mountains, casting a halo of light on the gray-white rocks. The island's mountains were mostly yellow-brown, forming narrow valleys with undulating heights. The valleys were sparsely vegetated, with nothing to cover them except for the mountains on both sides. Flying Birds circled and chirped overhead, filling everyone's ears and masking the sound of their footsteps. Occasionally, a wild deer would jump by in the distance, always keeping a cautious distance from people. This was a behavior passed down through generations after being hunted.
After turning a corner like this, two teams of warriors, each holding weapons and looking vigilant, suddenly encountered each other unexpectedly and were shocked!
