"Boom!!"
A deafening roar suddenly exploded, blinding firelight wreathed in black smoke, as if a god had hurled death's thunder and flame down into the mortal world! Under the horrified stares of more than a thousand tribespeople, the long golden tube spat out lethal stone shot, smashing viciously into the ranks of Deer Tribe hunters holding the inner camp to the death. Then came terror, panic, and shrill screams!
"Ah! Aaah!... They've called down a god! Divine Force killed the chief!..."
"Ancestors! How is that possible! Deer Head, the fiercest warrior, was guarding the chief, and he was killed in one blow too!..."
"It's witchcraft! Terrible thunder-fire witchcraft! Benevolent Deer, the chief was shaken to death by witchcraft!..."
At this moment, on the ancient, desolate snowfield, on this distant shore of the Far North Sea, the Deer Tribe and Mountain Tribe of the Kamchatka Peninsula saw the roar of cannon for the first time, saw a power beyond human strength!
Facing this terrible thunder-fire witchcraft, their faces were filled with confusion and fear. Though gods did not rule everything and control life in their daily lives the way they did among the tribes of Mesoamerica, they could still make them lower their heads deeply to show reverence toward powerful Shamans and ritual implements!
"Boom!..."
"Damn it! That dancing Shaman is still casting spells! He's still releasing thunder-fire!"
"Quick, shoot him dead!"
"He's hiding behind the shields!"
"Boom!"
"Ah! The chief's son was killed too!..."
"We can't just keep taking this beating! Charge out and fight them to the death!..."
"Ancestors! How could this happen! How could this happen! Have the ancestors and the gods abandoned us too?..."
"Boom!!..."
The kingdom's Tiger-Crouching Cannon was brought close to the tents and fired four times in succession, executing the chief of the Deer