The sun has not yet risen.

It was as if the moon was retreating before that light, and the deep and pale sky was still inlaid with a few remnant stars, and the earth was hazy, like a light veil shrouded in silver-gray.

The Omenwolf has always liked the sight of dawn, not because it heralds a new beginning, but because the time is so early that no one is around, so that he can think quietly about the tedious affairs alone, and not be disturbed by his own people, who only know how to fight and quarrel.

He had clearly had enough of these savage companions.

"I'm running out of food!"

"Then eat Ravenstonian, barbecue is as delicious as a rabbit!"

"You're not convinced?"

"Then there will be a battle, and the victor will call the shots!"

Dialogues such as the one of these only made the hostility of the Raventers, and the other made what should have been a rigorous military discussion almost as noisy as a gladiatorial arena, and none of these were in the way that the Omenwolf had learned from his enemies.

Want to fulfill your dreams?

Then it would be time to change the image of the Misty Mountain Marauders to the rulers of the books - despite the full moon, the population of the Krens Mountains alone would not be enough to rule such a vast territory as the North.

Cannibalism?

Loot and sweep the surrounding villages without food!

While both would provoke enough hatred, seeing the power of knowledge, the Omenwolf was clearly good enough to tell the difference between them.

This is due to learning, which in turn comes from God's revelation.

So it stands to reason that this is both a time to think and to avoid the shaman's solitary prayers.

"Great Virgilves..."

The Omenwolf fell to his knees as reverently as ever, communicating with the gods he believed in, and while learning of his oracle, he was also purifying his inner turmoil.

It was a long and difficult journey for the people of the Misty Mountains to reach their destination again.

Ryan City!

This port city on the inland sea is significantly richer than other cities in the north, and its inhabitants have long made astonishing fortunes through developed fishing and trade.

It had only three walls, one side bordered by the sea and a wide pier, the other side was denied by strong enemies from land, and the vacant side was backed by a towering cliff.

Of course, it is not completely defenseless above, and even compared to the slightly thin city walls, this castle perched on a cliff with many towers and layers of what is called Ryan's Heart is obviously the ultimate goal of the Omenwolf - the army led by the ancestors is here!

"The heart of Ryan City..."

He muttered to himself the words of his father when he was a child, when the shaman's mouth had not yet come to the 'full moon', and he had not been called the wolf of omensing by the tribesmen of all tribes...

"Kid, you're a brave warrior!"

After successfully hunting a snow furious bear and exceeding the goal of the coming-of-age ceremony, the father used calloused hands to hold his face red from the blood of the prey, and said the first words of praise tremblingly.

Originally, the Omenwolf thought that this amazing achievement would allow him to enjoy glory and respect, and gain the eyes of the girl Aimu.

"But you have to learn to be united, and that's what makes us stronger!" said my father, pointing to the corpses of his companions, and even punishing himself in front of all the tribesmen—it almost cost him his dignity!

"Why !!"

The moment when he bent his knee and fell to his knees on the snow after being hit by a wooden stick.

All the young Omenwolf had in his heart was resentment and anger at injustice in the face of the girl's compassionate eyes.

But the older one finally sensed his father's fragility from memory, and his graying hair on his sideburns.

He was once the most powerful warrior of the tribe,

But the lifespan of the people of Misty Mountain has never been long.

The harsh environment and the struggle for limited resources have long since exhausted the best years of these warriors.

"Why!"

Fortunately, my father died in the roar of battle, at the hands of enemies who lived together in the Krens Mountains, but at the hands of different tribes.

It was a war of contention and defense.

A team of more than 100 men arrived at the home of the Omenwolf at dawn, but this time he was old enough to fight off the despicable bandits.

He vaguely remembered that it was a rare summer.

On the defensive side, the usual fierce battle unfolded between the two, with tomahawks and blades slashing off dead heads and stabbing into chests that flowed the same vein.

What is done,

It's just a small piece of fertile soil that can be cultivated, and reduces the expectation that the tribesmen will lose in the hunt for food.

It's just a different kind of victory.

The ravages of the years had made my father's body no longer strong, so much so that he could not dodge even a spear that came at him, and he was pierced through his chest and fell to his knees on the land that raised the people of the Misty Mountains.

"Why should the weak Ravestonians sit back and enjoy their success in a stone house, while the Misty Mountain people have to fight against heaven and earth in the harshest of environments!" said hoarsely as the Omenwolf cut off the head of his enemy and lifted his father's neck, "My child, you must change it!"

Unite!

That's all the Omenwolf learned from his father.

To this end, he crossed the shaman and prayed alone, and was finally able to use the power of Vidvis to kill all the other leaders of the great families and bring all the factions under his banner.

And now, with the dreams of his ancestors and father, he will build a new Misty Mountain home in the land of Livingston!

All you need to do is take that castle,

All expectations will be fulfilled in their own hands, even if the army led by the ancestors once collapsed here, becoming the laughing stock of those nobles who are complacent and boast of their exploits.

"But..."

The Omenwolf looked out from the hillside where he was.

The supposedly eternal lighthouse illuminates the magnificence of the castle, but he wants to destroy it and plant his own battle flag and that of the Misty Mountain people on the top of that lighthouse!

"Siege !!"

A ray of sunshine fell at this time, and his cry was as majestic and loud as yesterday.

As was customary, the brave men lined up at the foot of the hill early, watching their leader slowly stand up in the morning light, waving his hand at the already bloodstained wall.

"Kill !!"

The crowd poured out.

Screams and shouts suddenly resounded in the distance.