For the Arrow Wolf Tribe, taking the castle was naturally a tremendous victory. But the price they paid was also more grievous than anything the tribe had ever suffered before.
The entire force had lost a full third of its numbers. In an ordinary fighting force, losses that heavy would have sent the troops into a rout and shattered their will to fight.
But the Arrow Wolf Tribe only grew bolder with every setback. In the end, thanks to their iron resolve and their fearlessness in battle, they had taken the castle completely.
Of course, the battle had been perilous in the extreme. Even the Golden Wolf Great Chieftain and several lesser chieftains had joined the fighting in person.
The Golden Back Guards had suffered even worse. Of the hundred guards, more than a dozen—nearly twenty—had died in the bloodbath, and close to half the rest were wounded.
Even the Golden Wolf Great Chieftain felt a pang of grief at such horrific casualties.
He grieved for the ordinary sons of the Arrow Wolf Tribe, but they were expendable. The Golden Back Guards, however, were his trusted confidants and his strongest trump card—the elite of the elite. There had only been a hundred of them to begin with. After this battle, half their number had been killed or wounded, and the Golden Wolf Great Chieftain was heartbroken.
The Arrow Wolf Tribe was indeed different from Master Hu's group. The moment they took the castle, they seized control of every fortress and checkpoint.
Before long, the lesser chieftains began reporting in with updates.
"Great Chieftain, that Hu from Fierce Tiger Villa managed to escape. The bastard even had a Bloodline Secret Technique. At the very end, he used his men as shields and got away alone. We also captured two stewards, though