Hidden Killing Intent

Blue clouds drifted far across the sky, yellow leaves withered in the mountains. Autumn in the north was full of depth, and the range of peaks stretched all the way to the horizon. Brown ridges extended eastward, suddenly rising here into a steep slope before bending north.

Xolotl stood on the little hill, his eyes fixed without blinking, watching the battle before him.

At this very moment, several thousand Dog-kin warriors were entrenched in the mountain stronghold, relying on a steep slope several dozen meters high to defend it. Two thousand Otopan Warriors, dressed in gray-blue war garb, fought their way up the slope from below, like surging waves!

The Dog-kin warriors howled as they hurled stones, and Red-hair Hunters shot arrows with savage ferocity. Arrows and stones fell from above like raindrops, killing the climbing warriors and shooting down the crossbowmen who drew near. The crossbowmen wore fanatical expressions as they stood on the rear section of the steep slope and fired back. Crossbow bolts shrieked sharply through the air, shooting into the heads and faces that emerged over the palisade walls, mercilessly piercing the nearest enemies.

The attacking war drums grew ever more urgent, and the fierce cries of killing drowned out the shriek of arrows. From time to time, a shrill scream drew out into a long note, echoing among the mountains like a movement in death's music!

Beneath the Red Dog Tribe's banner, the Dog-kin held the dangerous ground and defended, their resistance exceptionally resolute and powerful. The Otopan Warriors charged up to the stronghold three times, and three times they were routed back down. Giova personally oversaw the battle at the front. He clenched his teeth hard, angrily raised his War Club, and was about to send out the fourth unit of warriors.

Looking down