"Hmm..." Kago felt the flames licking his fingers, felt his fingers withering in the fire, those fingers that no longer belonged to him.
He was often injured, but he had never been so humiliated, never tasted such pain.
"Great Chief, where do we go now?" a Blood Guardian asked.
“Go back to the battlefield!” Kago said.
"Go back?" Feng Xueqian asked, puzzled. "Great Chief, that demon must have already slaughtered all your warriors..."
Kago turned and glared at him, then repeated, "Back to the battlefield!"
He wanted to go back, to see his soldiers one last time, and to forever remember this hatred in his heart.
He vowed to grind Lin Mo to dust!
When they returned to the battlefield, it was already dusk.
All that could be seen was a mountain of corpses, the ground stained red with blood, while crows circled overhead and pecked at the ground.
The son of Ur, leader Uf, lay in a pool of blood that was gradually congealing. His right elbow and below were completely gone, and more than a dozen of his tribesmen lay beside him.
Chief Dorje slumped against the wooden stake, his body riddled with arrows, his son's head resting on his lap.
Kago thought they were both dead, but when he dismounted, Dorji opened his eyes: "They killed my son! They killed my only son!"
Dorjee's son had no wounds on his body, only a red dot from a spear piercing his chest.
Kagofudoji stood up, and the big man seemed to only then notice the arrows in his body, pulling them out one by one while complaining that the arrows had pierced a bunch of holes in his armor and leather.
Several arrows pierced his body, and he cried out in pain like a baby when they were pulled out.
"Take a headcount," Kago ordered. "How many soldiers do we have left?"
Lin Mo's order was to leave no one alive, so apart from a few survivors, there weren't many.
The vast majority of them were found among piles of corpses and survived by sheer luck while cleaning up the battlefield.
The count was quickly tallied: 673 people!
This includes more than seventy seriously injured people, whose survival depends on whether the supreme god will favor them.
Kago looked at these people with immense grief and indignation. "Before this, there were 100,000 Roaring Warriors!" he thought to himself.
"Great Chief!" Chief Dorje cried out. "Where do we go from here?!"
"Let's set off for the Holy City!" Kago announced.
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