King Manjaar was stunned. He had not expected that the other party had come knocking on their door for something like this.
"Just because of this? Just because of something like this? You've killed so many of our Frostwolf Tribe's Elders and Priests... Do you want to annihilate our Frostwolf Tribe?"
The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "Everyone who has made a move on the Shadowwolf Tribe has all died. I didn't kill the rest. Of course, if other tribes were to bully your tribe, we wouldn't stand by and do nothing either."
However, King Manjaar was no longer taking in what the other guy was saying.
"Ahh!"
King Manjaar let out a furious bellow, and a huge phantom image of a wolf rose from his back. This was the Heavenly Disaster Wolf, condensed from his martial will. It was something which had been passed down in the Frostwolf Tribe for many generations.
