Chapter 33: Paganism, Warm Blood

Navaniel had been worried since the day he took up his role as a Priest, destined to set his sights further than the average tribe member.

It had been over a hundred years since the Frost Tribe left the Extreme North Icefield.

At first, they believed the spirits of their ancestors led them to the Northern Land to recover and grow, then to strike back.

But the Frost Tribe had grown weaker over time.

Without the Frost Tribe's control and restraint, to what extent could those formidable enemies of the Extreme North Icefield have grown in these hundred years?

Could they move southward following the footsteps of the Frost Tribe?

When those bone-crushing, flesh-eating Skinners, those cold and ruthless beasts, swarm into this land in groups... what disaster would it bring?

Eventually, the entire Northern Land would be struck by disaster!

But what could be done?

All possible actions had been taken, he had even personally killed his own only son.