Moritz, who was sipping mare's milk wine, coughed violently as if he had heard the most absurd joke.
Just then, twelve long horns sounded simultaneously in the green hills.
The penetrating sound of the horns spread outward from the green hills, continuously and clearly reaching everyone's ears.
The attention of the people of Iron Peak County was instantly focused, because the information conveyed by the sound of the horns was unmistakable—the hunt was about to begin!
"Is it here?!" Vashka excitedly ran to the edge of the felt wall, stretching his neck to look: "Where is it?"
Others also gathered around, everyone leaning against the felt wall, anxiously waiting.
The Red River Tribe did not keep the "audience" waiting too long.
Suddenly, several plumes of white smoke burst out from the top of the green hill. The horn sound suddenly stopped, followed by a loud peal of thunder:
"Boom!!!"