The people following Winters on his mission to the Red River Tribe also had their eyes opened; even old Sergei, who looked down on the Herd Barbarians the most, was greatly shocked at this moment.
"Good grief!" Old Sergei exclaimed, his face suddenly fierce: "Did some remarkable figure among these barbarians show up?! How did they manage to put up such a grand spectacle?"
Witnessing the grand finale of the Red River Tribe's ultimate hunt, the older generation was utterly astonished, while the younger generation developed an unexpected sense of sour humiliation—it was not their fault, as competitiveness was the nature of youth.
"What's the big deal about making a show? Weren't they almost split by the Blood Wolf?" Vashka was at the age when he enjoyed talking back to his father, and he immediately seized a large banner and loudly exclaimed, "Centurion, when we get back to Iron Peak County, let's also organize a hunt! A bigger one!"
