"My king, I've heard that someone in the tribe is spreading rumors that Marquis Wucheng has gone to the Extreme Black Lands?"
A somber voice rose within the cave, which served as the "temporary command tent" for the Barbarian Strange King.
Devoid of campfire or light, several towering silhouettes stood so tall they made the entire cavern seem cramped and confining.
As the king of a million people, the abode of the Barbarian King for discussing matters was shamefully austere.
After the words were spoken, there was a heavy silence.
One of the hulking shadows answered back with a muffled voice:
"Yes, king."
The Barbarian Strange King sat cross-legged on a cold, massive stone, slowly opening his deep blue eyes:
"Zhaye, how did this news spread among the tribal army?"
The chilling wind howled, and the snow drifting into the mouth of the cave made everything seem cold and dark.
