Eu Sou Invencível na Guerra dos Três Reinos

Page 1 of 3

In the fifth year of the Zhongping era, in the third month, chaos reigned across the lands of Bingzhou, north of the capital. Hordes of northern invaders—tribes of Hu—alongside the White Wave, Black Mountain, and various rebel armies and bandits, had shattered this territory into fragments, each seizing a portion for themselves in a tangled patchwork of power.

Seizing upon the momentum from having beheaded the governor Zhang Yi in battle and routing the Bingzhou army days before, the Xiongnu tribes had splintered their forces and surged deep into Taiyuan commandery. The governor’s seat of Bingzhou was engulfed in flames and alarms sounded in every quarter.

At that very moment, thick black smoke poured from a village on the outskirts of Qixian. Newly arrived, Su Yao found his perspective fixed atop the tall locust tree at the village center, confusion roiling in his heart.

“Shouldn’t the story begin with the coalition against Dong Zhuo? Did they change it in the official release?”

Sensing something amiss, he summoned the system interface in his consciousness, fumbling through its menus while muttering, “Where are the other players? Am I in single-player mode?”

With the chat and social interfaces completely locked, he could only resign himself to his fate.

Just moments ago, Su Yao had logged into a newly launched full-immersion historical simulation game called “True Three Kingdoms World” right at 8 a.m. The long, ten-year beta had at last come to an end. Su Yao’s childhood and youth had intertwined with the game’s jour