As a branch beneath the Winter Tribe, the Fang Wolf Tribe was the most aggressive. More than a decade ago, under the leadership of their chieftain, Ram Fang Wolf, they had come to settle by Divine Eye Lake south of the Abif Mountains.
Water and grass were abundant here. The towering, majestic mountains blocked the biting northern winds, while the gentle curve of the lake held on to the warmth.
For the Fang Wolf Tribe, this was the best place they could have hoped for—at the very least, it was far from the bitter cold of their homeland.
They had also escaped the disputes among countless factions, avoiding one meaningless slaughter after another.
With no ice that never melted, the Fang Wolf Tribe had no choice but to abandon their traditions, using gathered stones and withered yellow grass to build house after haphazard house.
In the words of Ram's youngest son, Dark, they looked like cattle pens beside Star Kingdom houses.
Unfortunately, Ram had no idea what the cattle pens in Star Kingdom homes looked like. Still, like every Barbarian, he shared the same wild ambition.
To cross the Wall of Despair, ride skeletal warhorses across the Star Kingdom's fertile, comfortable plains, and plunder everything they had.
But he had no mind for that now, because his pitiful youngest son, Dark, was standing before him in a thoroughly bedraggled state.
With a foolish grin plastered across his face.
"My dear little brother, where are all those subordinates of yours?"
Dodd Fang Wolf, who had been gloating at the side all along, wore a face full of concern. He was Ram's eldest son, and he had heard that his younger brother had raced back alone through the night recently, screaming something about terrifying Star Kingdom people.
What a joke. Weren't Star