The old Wizard waved his staff for ages without managing to cast a single spell. Before he could even figure out what had happened, at least a dozen Short Spears pierced straight through him.
The poor old Wizard had plenty of skill, yet he could not use a shred of it. He died on the spot.
"I surrender! I surrender..." Seeing that both Wizards had died, the Warrior leader hiding in the rear stepped forward in terror, surrounded by his trusted men, and shouted his surrender.
But the Hongdong Warriors were already drunk on killing. They ignored him and slaughtered everyone they saw. By the time someone finally called a halt, blood had nearly run like a river through Eastqu Stockade.
Eastqu Stockade had been the strongest Tribal Stockade north of the Flowing Stone River. After absorbing six Tribal Stockades, its population had approached ten thousand, with more than two thousand fighters under its command.
Yet in this battle, over a thousand Warriors died, and several hundred women, children, and elderly people were caught in the fighting.
That was enough to wipe out an ordinary Tribal Stockade twice over. When news spread, Hongdong Stockade's savage reputation once again shook the lands for thousands of miles around.
Alongside boundless hatred, it inspired boundless fear.
From then on, no Tribal Stockade north of the Flowing Stone River had both the strength and the courage to oppose Hongdong Stockade. Even when Hongdong Stockade swallowed several Tribal Stockades within other Ancestral Gods' territories, no one dared utter a word.
Hongdong Stockade's actions defied every convention. The Black Rock Mountains had never seen warfare like this, much less endured a war so brutal.
For a time, even the great stockades that worshipped Ancestral Gods did not know how to deal with Hongdong Stockade. They could