Drool streamed down from the freshly washed little face of Naha, running along her chin. Ethan Brooks sighed and washed her face with water once more.

As long as he persevered, he was sure he could rescue this child from the rough living habits of the Huihe people.

The good thing about leather robes was that they basically didn’t need to be washed with water; just rub them with a ball of freshly grown alkali grass, and most of the dirt would come off.

Just as Ethan Brooks finished dressing Emily Clark in her leather robe, tied the belt, put on her leather boots, and was about to call the sheep home, a sudden wolf howl echoed from not far away.

“Ooooo—”

Emily Clark was so frightened she dove straight into Ethan Brooks’s arms, while Ethan Brooks glared fiercely at the culprit.

A teenage boy wearing a sheepskin hat, holding up his pants and leading a big-tailed ewe, walked over from the other side of the hill. As he walked, he imitated a wolf’s howl. Judging by the look of it, he really was quite affectionate with that sheep.

They never used to avoid people when doing this sort of thing, especially these proud young men. They even liked to be praised by others for it.

Ethan Brooks was the bravest youth in the White Sheep tribe of the Nine Surnames Tiele Huihe.

He was the first in the tribe to dare climb a cliff to catch wild goats.

He was also the first in the tribe to subdue an argali barehanded.

And he once single-handedly beat up twelve kids from the tribe at once. That’s right, it was a group fight, but Ethan Brooks was the only one on his side.

Ever since he’d been tormented by the eye-burning sight of Huihe boys getting affectionate with big-tailed sheep, Ethan Brooks started beating up those who liked to show off their affection for big-tailed sheep in front of him.

After seven or eight beatings, they finally learned their lesson and understood that if they didn’t want to get beaten, they had to offer the best-looking big-tailed sheep to Ethan Brooks...

So, Ethan Brooks kept beating them. Reasoning with them didn’t work; instead, they’d think you were afraid of them. In the White Sheep tribe, reasoning meant you thought you couldn’t win a fight.

The only logic they understood and accepted was fists!

After countless battles and gaining endless combat experience, with no one left who could stand against him, the boys of the White Sheep tribe finally learned not to show off their affection for big-tailed sheep in front of Ethan Brooks.

That’s right, after countless beatings, this was all they understood. As for the principle Ethan Brooks often mentioned—that if you liked this sort of thing, you should go find a girl from the White Sheep tribe—they completely ignored it.

Of course, this also had a lot to do with the fact that the girls of the White Sheep tribe were all sallow and skinny, not attractive at all. At the very least, none of them had the kind of big, round rumps that the big-tailed sheep did.

Ethan Brooks stroked Emily Clark’s light yellow hair with one hand, while casting a sidelong glance at the guy who, in his panic, had tied his belt into a dead knot.

He had already made up his mind: if this wolf-bastard dared to come near him, or put his dirty hands on his family’s sheep, he’d break this filthy guy’s dog legs!

The Huihe boy William Harris had spotted Ethan Brooks early on. He hadn’t wanted to pass through Ethan Brooks’s grazing land, but his legs were weak and he didn’t want to take the long way around. So, mustering his courage, he howled like a wolf to greet Ethan Brooks, and, bracing himself, led his ewe through Ethan Brooks’s pasture.

“Ethan Brooks! I didn’t touch your sheep!”

William Harris tied the sheep’s leather rope around his waist, raised both hands high, and nervously passed by Ethan Brooks’s flock.

“You’d better walk steadily. And keep an eye on your randy sheep—if even a single hair falls off and dirties my flock, I’ll break your dog legs!”

Hearing Ethan Brooks’s words, William Harris was startled. He lifted his leg and gave the ewe a hard kick on the rump. The ewe cried out in pain and dragged William Harris as it bolted toward his own flock, disappearing from Ethan Brooks’s sight.

“Brother, roast a marmot for me!”

Not seeing any wolves, Emily Clark became lively again.

“Eat marmot? That thing’s filthy!”

“I want to eat marmot—waaah!”

Ethan Brooks roughly tossed Emily Clark onto his back and patted the black-eyed ram beside him.

“Baa baa...” The black-eyed ram bleated twice, and Ethan Brooks’s ewes naturally gathered around it.

Today’s herding went very well. Every sheep’s belly was round and full—it was time to go home.

“Awooo—”

A louder, more resonant shout came from the other side of Grasshopper Lake. Immediately after, a warhorse appeared on the horizon, then a second, a third, and soon countless horse heads surged over the low hill, pouring down like a wave.

No matter how many times Ethan Brooks saw the spectacle of ten thousand horses galloping, he never tired of it. Especially when the herd, bathed in golden sunlight, raised their majestic heads and powerful limbs, as if nothing in this world could stop them—a pure display of strength and beauty.

The Huihe cavalry were just that brave!

The warhorse at the very front had several human heads hanging beneath its neck. It was hard to tell if the left ears were still attached.

Their shouts were filled with the joy and pride of victory.

These cavalrymen circled the White Sheep tribe’s camp three times, then mounted the heads on wooden stakes. Riding their horses, they shot arrows at the heads to display the White Sheep tribe’s formidable military might.