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On 6th Century, in the Eurasia region. The Turkic Tribes under leadership of the Ashina Clan had conquered vast plains that border the Caucasus Mountains region. Iltas, the captain of the Kyrgyz tribe who was assigned to guard the Gokturk trading caravan was attacked by their sworn enemies. They are the Avars, remnants of their once sworn enemies. Vast confederation of tribesman who fled when the Ashina rebelled. Now the Blue Turks as their name implied, are the master of the vast steppe. Ruling over nomads and settlers alike. During the harsh journey, under merciless winter. The conflict between Gokturk's captain is getting sharper, they start to accuse one another and infighting ensued. Iltas on the other hand, only want seek for the righteousness always longing for the ultimate path of truth. About what is their true purpose in life. There, deep in the Caucasus Mountains. Where the Chechens lived, Gokturk's scouts found traces of Avar Soldiers in their village. It's just one piece of Iltas's journey. Fight to survive and endure so that one day he shall find the ultimate truth that he yearn for. -- 12+ Genre: Action, Drama, Philosophy, Military Novel art by: @Analella_
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