The skeletal warhorse's hoof kicked a loose stone off the road and into the unfathomable abyssal chasm to the left. The falling stone made not a sound.
A fully armed band of Fang Wolf Tribe members slowly made their way along the narrow path by the cliff, hugging the mountainside. This was a shortcut leading out of Mount Abif, but only the Fang Wolf Tribe knew of it.
"Damn it! Father actually handed this thankless, exhausting task to me!"
Dodd spat a thick wad of phlegm to the side and cursed viciously.
"My lord, they're only a pack of Star Empire two-legged sheep. Once we slaughter them all, we can turn every one of their heads into wine cups. Besides, I've heard the rumors between tribes—the women of the Star Empire are quite something."
Beside Dodd, a barbarian with a bare upper body, a black wolf-head tattoo, and an exceptionally burly build spoke in a booming voice, his tone dripping with disdain.
As the eldest son of the chieftain, Dodd naturally had his own trusted followers in his fight for the chieftain's seat.
The man riding a skeletal warhorse at his side was one of his right-hand men.
He was a famed great warrior of the Fang Wolf Tribe, named Hock Fangwolf.
"The women of the Star Empire do taste good, but that little benefit isn't worth it. Those two-legged sheep may be weak, but there are still a few formidable ones among them. I'm afraid we'll run into something troublesome."
Dodd's face was cold. Remembering the wretched state Dark had been in when he returned in a panic, he could not help but feel wary.
"My lord, there's no need to worry about that. Dark was a piece of trash to begin with, and the ones who chose to