The sky was a deep, endless blue without a single ripple of cloud, though the early spring weather still carried a biting chill.
On the yellow-brown loam that had not yet sprouted tender green grass, only a pack of large silvery-white wolves and ash-gray goats were straining to pull plows, clearing land on the vast plain.
This was not the first time Eric had seen the beast form of the Horned Goat tribe, but he was still amazed by their gigantic curved horns.
This Fantasy Dream land was truly a nightmare for those faint of heart when it came to giant objects; whether it was the beast form of beastmen or the size of magic beasts, everything was terrifyingly huge.
The Horned Goat tribe was even more suitable for farm work than the Snow Wolf tribe. The speed of the Horned Goat people was not equal to the Snow Wolves, but their stamina and endurance were superior.
