Little Zack, who possessed pure barbarian blood, was unlike ordinary people. His near-adult height and build were utterly mismatched with his actual age.
On this Great Wilderness, the once-renowned Bloody Hoof Tribe was the home where Little Zack had grown up and would fight for all his life.
At that moment, his heart was utterly lost. As he stared at the towering trees, his face was full of helplessness.
The land beneath his feet was the Fierce Beast Forest, known as a paradise for fierce beasts. Even the tribe's most elite warriors did not dare set foot here lightly.
A day earlier, he had secretly run away from the Bloody Hoof Tribe. Traveling every night and resting during the day, he had encountered only small fierce beasts that posed little threat. Somehow, he had actually stumbled into the Fierce Beast Forest and crossed from the northern outskirts all the way to the southern outskirts.
In his dazed state, Little Zack felt that he must have received the blessing of Kakarou, God of the Wilderness.
Hadn't he avoided all the truly dangerous large fierce beasts? None of them had attacked him, allowing him to skip right past them.
What else could that be if not Great God Kakarou's blessing?
Little Zack felt that he bore the heavy responsibility of reviving the entire tribe, and that Great God Kakarou was blessing him from the heavens.
Ever since his father and Big Babylon had returned to the tribe on the Wasteland from Outpost County with the tribe's elite warriors, the Great Chieftain Tribe had already sent three waves of messengers to question them. Yet they still had not brought Sister Dina back to the Wasteland.
Little Zack was afraid. The tribe was in a state of panic, and the Great Chieftain Tribe had