The autumn was in full swing, the sky high and the clouds cold. Shadows flickered in the mountain forests, withered leaves scattered in the breeze, and the earth was filled with a murderous aura.
Quino pursued his prey tirelessly, running like a hunting dog, straight into the depths of the woods. Along the way, three hundred Guamare samurai slaughtered the scattering Red Deer Tribe, gradually spreading out until only two hundred remained closely following behind. After a long chase, he finally saw the Red Deer chieftain's footsteps falter. From more than a hundred steps away, the chieftain suddenly turned, gazing coldly back at him.
"Haha! The damned Red Deer savage finally can't run anymore!"
Quino was overjoyed. His war armor was quite heavy, and he panted heavily from the continuous running. Now, seeing the prey right before his eyes, the valiant samurai summoned his remaining strength and charged with his war club raised high.
"Samurai, follow me and kill!"