Above the High Glacier, snow drifted and the north wind keened. Heaven and earth should have been a vast, desolate white.
Yet when Aierlinni and the others arrived at this glacial snowfield alongside the bronze dragon Li Wei 6, all they could see was a sea of people.
Some crunched nuts while watching the spectacle, some had started betting pools on the spot, and some, bored out of their minds from waiting, had begun dueling amid the crowd's jeers.
The most active among them were Drolu's sons of every imaginable race.
Thanks to the great Mother of Beasts, Gelina, and her selfless devotion and unceasing adoptions over the years, this formidable orc officer corps had long since broken past four digits and was relentlessly pressing toward five.
Aside from the Frostwolf Tribe's original Tribe Members, most were frost orcs who had gathered beneath Drolu and the Frostwolf Tribe, Zelandia's Northlands war leader, after the Abyssal corruption erupted.
Though these frost orcs could not change their evil, even somewhat chaotic natures, like the Demons of the Abyss, they believed that the strong reigned supreme and revered and supported the mightiest.
And under the restraint of Drolu's thousand-sons officer corps, this orc army erupted with a savage Combat Power that made the world sit up and take notice.
The tales of Drolu, the "Supreme Beast King," gradually became bardic legends throughout the Northlands.
Above all, the selfless love between him and his Drow wife Gelina—a love that transcended racial boundaries, tribal families, and the barriers of blood—became a subject the people of the Northlands never tired of discussing.
Quite a few miner Brothers who had originally come from the Underdark with them were inspired by Drolu's spirit of selfless dedication and resolutely headed north beneath the Frostwolf banner, contributing their own tiny