Chapter 351 The Death of Chichika, The Heart of a King

The wilderness sunset was a profound red, sinking slowly into distant mountains. The mountaintops were bathed in a myriad of sunset hues, painting the sky a fresh red, which in turn soaked the earth with a bloody hue. In the blood-red twilight, the brutal battle had ended.

The main camp of the Red Dog at the valley's entrance was full of wreckage, the edges charred and blackened, the interior a dark red stained with blood. Thousands of broken warrior bodies layered like fallen maple leaves; countless snapped bone arrows and copper arrows were as dense as grass. The closer to the center, the more so it became.

A pair of deer hide shoes stepped into the camp, surrounded by a throng of straw sandals. The deer hide shoes moved slowly towards the interior of the camp, passing over fallen bodies, until reaching the Red Dog's flag. By then, the Red Dog flag, passed down through many years, was already broken, its face submerged in the blood-mud, tattered and fragmented.