Crackle...
The Iroquois were located in the largest settlement on the north shore of Lake Huron, where the continuous wooden longhouses had been successively set ablaze, and the towering flames had tinted the entire northern shore of the lake red.
The remaining warriors and shamans in the tribe were still fighting desperately, while the elderly, women, and children huddled in the back, trembling. Such an invasion right to their doorstep was something most of them had never experienced or even imagined in their lifetime.
"Help!"
"Great 'Fierce Tiger Spirit' Uwakala! Save us!"
"..."
The battle had reached its final stage.
As the encirclement of the Iroquois warriors tightened, many allied warriors had already rushed to the rear, starting the slaughter of the elders and half-grown boys.
