"Next...... There will be more danger around here!" The Grey-Brown Wild Wolf continued to look into the distance, and said to the people on the side.

"Ah...... Then we ......" A clansman on the side was a little worried.

"I'm starting to realize that it's useless to just run away from those enemies. We must find a way to fight them now!" The Grey-Brown Wild Wolf continued, "This is war, war has broken out, and the next battle may become more difficult. But...... In any case, we must face such a battle! Use our experience and wisdom to fight against the enemies who invade this land!"

"War ......"

"Okay, now I'll tell you why I said that there will be more danger next. "The gray-brown wolf of the wilderness" said as he walked.

The "Gray-Brown Wild Wolf" told the people on the side that if there was another new behemoth, the behemoth that was originally trapped in the lake by them could also be dragged out of the lake by the new behemoth.

At that time, their enemies will have two behemoths involved in the battle!

The "Gray Brown Field Giant Wolf" speculates that double the giant weapon, coupled with the tactical cooperation between the two behemoths, will more than double the difficulty of the next war!

The cold wind on the snowfield began to blow.

It didn't take long for the snow to begin to drift in the night sky, and the snow was getting heavier and heavier......

The tribesmen who were forced to leave the camp could only walk forward with difficulty in this goose feather snow, step by step, step by step......

This year's winter is indeed much colder than usual.

The rare cold winter, and the unknown and fearful enemies, are still a mystery......

......

It was late at night, and in the central camp, the "Quicano Dorn Falcon" had not yet slept.

The young girl, who had just come of age, sat in the tent and thought about something.

As soon as she became a chief, she was faced with a war, an unknown war.

"What the hell are we going to do with those people......" "Quecano Dorn Falcon" thought as he whispered, "What if...... If only we had such a behemoth...... It is unlikely at the moment...... Well, at least, we have a tactical plan...... But then again...... What do you mean by the verbal plan......

The "Quecano Dorn Falcon" got up, put on his woollen cloak, and walked out of the tent.

It was still very cold outside, but the air was fresher than inside the tent.

The night sky was pitch black – deep and mysterious—as was the case with the enemies of the Quicanor Dorn tribe, which the native civilization knew nothing about.

"Quecanodorn", as well as other tribes on this land, once relied on horses and shooting weapons to establish themselves in this grassland.

And now, in the face of new enemies, in the face of those unknown machines, the horses and weapons they were proud of have also become a little bleak......

This war is very special - this is a war that concerns the entire tribe, and even the entire grassland civilization here!

The victory of the war will allow this civilization that has lived on the steppe for thousands of years to continue and develop.

And the defeat of the war, I am afraid, will lead to the decline and even extinction of the entire civilization in the steppe here!