The dusk sky was dyed with red clouds, and the aging earth was soaked in blood. The brief, fierce battle lasted for two or three quarters of an hour, and at last, in the empty, flat outskirts of Golden Bay City, the layered heaps of fallen corpses proclaimed death's end.
"Main God bless us! This band of Totonac allied troops, ignorant and fearless, lunged up to bite like wild dogs, even forcing me to retreat and lure them in—ha! The Totonac are more willing to fight than I originally thought!"
Black Wolf's expression was cold and hard as he wrenched the blood-red Bronze Sword from the powerful warrior corpse beneath his feet. A gush of bright crimson instantly spurted from the mangled chest, splashing all over him. Warm drops slid down his leather armor and gathered at his feet, outlining the torn hide and the pierced lining beneath.
Clearly, in that hurried slaughter just now, even the valiant Black Wolf had not come away unscathed.
"Not bad! Not afraid to die! A warrior worth remembering!"
Black Wolf lowered his head and stared at the Totonac warrior he had killed with his own hands. The warrior wore a strange long wooden helm on his head, as if a bent length of bamboo had been set atop it. On his upper body was sleeveless Cotton Armor, carved and painted with blue patterns like water, like serpents, marking his distinguished status. In the warrior's hand, he gripped a finely made Copper Spear more than a meter long, with a sharp red spearhead.
"Wooden helm, short Cotton Armor, Red Copper weapon."
Black Wolf's gaze lingered over the Totonac warrior's equipment for quite a while, as if he were thinking something over. A moment later, he bent down again, lowered the Bronze Sword in his