Mongolian Army Camp.
When Zhelemie's corpse was sent over, it was like a bolt of lightning that completely exploded within the entire Mongolian Army camp.
If—
Before, they still had hopes for Zhelemie's bravery, thinking he might break out.
But unexpectedly, what greeted them was a corpse.
This was a huge blow to the morale of the entire Mongolian Army.
Zhelemie was not a nameless figure; his valor was acknowledged across the entire grassland.
Temujin had just arrived at the front lines, the war had just begun, and a general like Zhelemie was dead. This was a massive blow to everyone.
...
Inside the golden tent, it was so quiet that one could hear the slight crackling of the beef tallow torch burning.
Zhelemie's mutilated corpse had been placed on a clean wool felt, scrubbed with clean water, and covered with a wolf skin symbolizing a warrior.
The arrow holes and knife scars were gruesome, but couldn't hide the last fierce and unwilling expression on his face.
