Master said that the so-called "Great Horn Army" was just a mob and not worthy of the wolf warriors.
If we, the "good rat people," were to eliminate those "bad rat people," we would be able to use them as trash.
Just as well, we could prove our loyalty to master and our ancestors in the same way.
My master said that as long as I could prove my ability and loyalty, I would not have to be a grave robber anymore. I would also be able to get rid of the name, "Corpse-eating Dog" and become a true warrior, qualified to participate in the Battle of Glory.
Just like that, I was given a tattered bone knife and a shield made of a large turtle shell. Together with the other grave robbers, I entered the battlefield in a daze.
For me, killing the "bad rat people" was not too much of a burden.