The setting sun, reflecting on the vast Great River, dyed the river's surface with a shimmering blood-red glow. Upon closer inspection, the blood-red hue was not an illusion! Fresh red blood spread across the river, accompanying the drifting bodies, recording the just-concluded slaughter.
"Tsk, tsk! These tribal allied forces, whenever they battle, always lack the spirit to fight to the death. Hmm, they are not even as crazy in resistance as those militias were when we attacked Five Mountains City and Feathered Serpent Ancient City!"
Black Wolf Toltec stood by the riverbank, gazing distantly at the downstream North. There, more than ten small dugout canoes were swiftly ferrying the escaping tribal chieftains toward the distance.
"It's a pity, ah, that the Kingdom doesn't have naval forces here, allowing these pointy-hatted tribal chieftains to escape!"
