After the baptism of war and the accumulation of peace, a series of events, like the hand of fate, slowly brushed over every inch of the Sel Wilderness.
As of today.
The central and northwest vast areas of the wilderness have flourished under the rule of the Molten Iron Tribe, with unprecedented vitality, orderly governance, and burgeoning power.
In the southern region, following the fall of the Fungus King at the hands of the Legendary Sword Saint—who eventually turned to ash under the claws of the Red Iron Dragon—this lawless land is undoubtedly about to be incorporated into the Molten Iron Tribe's territory.
Now, only the rolling, rugged mountain range in the northeast remains with another Regional King.
—The Mountain King.
A mighty Hill Giant.
Under him, a large number of Giant Race followers have gathered.
