Yesterday you ran headlong from your home, escaping from the elven raiders who were killing everyone in their path, and today you are already returning back at the head of a small but very toothy detachment. Mizar, an ordinary fisherman from the Green Hills, managed to escape from the deadly trap of the Western Land, which captured the Principality of Autumn Foliage and, choosing the path of a mercenary, he hurries to join the royal army, which is going to take revenge on the elves. Meanwhile, a split is brewing in the camp of the long-eared inhabitants of the Great Forest - the Grand Duke is weaving intrigues, wanting to subjugate the scattered elven army, but General Firlik, nicknamed the Red Blade, who noticed this, together with his entourage is going to repel him, preparing to wage a war on two fronts. The lands of the Western Land are beautiful... But soon their green meadows and dense thickets will be stained with hot blood. The only question is whose?