A clear blue sky and lush forests. The unlucky Song Xuan fell from the plane into the battlefield between two groups of savages. Looking at the stone axes, wooden sticks, and tiger skins in front of him, Song Xuan couldn't help but rub his forehead: "Where on earth have I come?" Fighting, fleeing, Food crises are coming one after another.
"God's Envoy! God's Envoy! God's Envoy!" The great Song Dynasty's envoy embarked on the road to becoming a king.
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