Carlos the Axe Breaker, originally from the Axe Breaker Tribe, was the direct son of the chieftain.
However, that fateful day Titus' war axe cleaved open his father's helmet, blood splattering three meters away.
Carlos charged forward in fury, only to have the whispers of the Burning Pain Vine Court pierce his ears the next moment.
It directly altered the anger in his heart, turning the hatred of his father's death into a stagnant pool of water.
When he looked up again, the enemy had become his master, the foe had turned into faith.
Thereafter, he followed Titus with renewed loyalty, being personally recognized as his new elite.
But when this military order dispatched him to the southeast, his heart was full of disdain.
The main force is fiercely battling the tough bones of the Northern Empire, and he is sent to conquer a desolate land?
The southeast defense line? To him, it was nothing more than some remote mountains and valleys guarded by the Empire's most marginal forces.
