When the banner of the Wildling King appeared once more,
the tribal armies surrounding this place immediately fell into considerable chaos.
The Wildling King, once the pride of the Snow Plains, led the wild people of the Snow Plains like a proud lone wolf, creating a near-miracle. Although he ultimately failed, it was the most stirring attempt in hundreds of years and the closest they had come to their homeland.
But very soon,
under the reassurance of the tribal leaders, the emotions of the warriors from each tribe quickly calmed down.
The prestige of the Wildling King indeed still lingered above the Snow Plains, but he was no longer here.
What is there to fear from a person who doesn't exist?
Sang Hu silently drew his knife,
in his eyes,
the many tribal soldiers around him were not kin but, in truth, real enemies.
In fact,
the current situation on the Snow Plains was a reshuffling after the Wildling King era.
