"Faster, faster! We're almost at the Holy Bright Realm! We must seize the Refined Iron City before the Black Serpent Tribe does, to uplift the glory of our Heavenly Wolf Tribe!"
The Sky Wolf King, mounted on a war wolf, roared with vigor. However, as the king of his tribe, riding one of his own kin felt somewhat bizarre.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The Heavenly Wolf Tribe warriors were all straightforward brutes, roaring loudly with no care for marching discipline, as if they feared the enemy wouldn't know they were coming.
For the non-human tribes who valued strength above all, excellent commanders were exceptionally rare, as scarce as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.
The Sky Wolf King also wished to improve his tribe's military discipline, but the inherent nature of non-humans was difficult to change. Coupled with the lack of formidable commanders, he could only settle for the next best thing: ensuring they could condense a Military Soul.
