"Did you all see what happened earlier?"
The warriors of the Bloodtusk Tribe looked at the man who spoke with solemn looks on their faces.
Everyone unanimously considered him the strongest warrior of their tribe. They even went so far as to give him the moniker the Juggernaut.
This nickname was because of how he fought. Anyone who stood on his way would simply be demolished by his overwhelming strength.
In Daedalus' ranking, this person would be considered as a Rank 3 Warrior, someone on par with Ulric before he became Leone's vassal.
"Yes," one of his closest friends replied. "Owen, what do you think will happen next?"
The Juggernaut crossed his arms over his chest and looked at his fellow warriors.
They had followed Malcolm to Grimjaw Mountain with their families, for they also understood that the Bloodtusk Tribe was only a shell of its former self. If they stayed, the only fate that awaited them was to be absorbed by the other tribes.
