The Digger in the Grasslands

I was not born to be a king. I was merely a crippled pup abandoned by a pack of hyenas. While my kin feasted on antelope beneath the moonlight, I hid in the thorn bushes, licking my rotting wounds. The laws of the savanna are cruel and simple: tear out someone else's throat, or have your own insides ripped out. I chose a third path: using the most despised tactics to build the most terrifying army. They called me