In a small village within the Empire's territory, villagers huddled on the ground, shivering with fear. They were surrounded by barbarian warriors, whose attire was distinct from their own. A perimeter of white wolves patrolled the outer edge; no one dared to flee. The remains of a body, torn apart and devoured by the wolves until only scattered bones were left, served as a grim example.
"Even the meekest mountain mole will fight back, yet whatever we do, they just scream," a warrior said.
"True, these Imperial People are even weaker than moles."
"..."
The barbarian warriors chatted idly. They seemed disgusted by the commoners' lack of resistance, which robbed them of the thrill of the hunt.
The Barbarians of the Mountains, whether men, women, or children, were all incredibly fierce. When their tribes were attacked, they would all take up arms and resist fiercely, never surrendering after only one or two deaths as these villagers were doing.
