I am Li Feng, once the sharpest blade in the border army.
My superior betrayed me, all my brothers died, and I became a dog in the death-row camp.
On a blizzard-struck night, I bit through a guard’s throat and drank blood to survive among the wolves.
They say the Northern Wasteland is a land of death. I say it will be my throne.
I recruited criminals, seized a fortress through cunning, laid down the law in blood, and built my “Blood Wolf Camp.”
When soldiers came to crush me, aristocratic clans schemed against me, and the grassland powers watched with hungry eyes...
I raised my saber and laughed. “The Northern Wasteland needs a new Wolf Lord.”
Su Qingman: An orphan of a military family, my blade and the one who watches my back.
Liu Mingsha: A strategist from an aristocratic clan, my adviser and temptation.
Aruna: A jewel of the grasslands, my ally and fire.
From death-row prisoner to lord of the Northern Wasteland, I paved this road with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
I like this type of writing style.
I would rather be a peace dog than a person in troubled times. Now that we have come to troubled times, we must live on. Come on, everyone who is struggling to survive.