They are not enemies, but... neighbors?
The barbarians who are accustomed to tribal life don't really have a clear concept of "neighbors" in this broader sense. In the desert, two adjacent tribes often guard against each other, fearing that one day the other might swallow them up.
"Wooo!!!"
The sound of the military horn sounded once more,
This was the signal to speed up the march.
...
Inside the dark underground prison, there was a black table.
Across the table was an iron railing. The wild people's king was holding onto the iron railing, looking at the familiar figure slowly walking over and sitting down behind the table.
"So soon?" the wild people's king asked.
Since the last time the wild people's king talked about the snowfield situation and the state of various tribes to the blind man, he had been placed here for a long time, with no one bothering with him.
Asking so soon, he meant, is it time to take action?
Summer hasn't gone yet, and autumn is still far away.
