Winters shifted the topic: "But when I ask you 'Where does it end', I'm not asking who will win, but what 'a victory for the Paratu people' would look like?"
Pierre looked up and met the deep, lake-like eyes of the Blood Wolf,
In a flash, he recalled the stories his elders had told him since childhood, the thirty years of Paratu's expulsion, plundering, and slaughter of the Hurd Tribes, and what he had witnessed in the Great Wilderness campaign.
Where will the end of this road be?
Pierre felt a bit parched but still gave his answer: "The Hurders will be wiped out completely."
A hint of a smile appeared on Winters' lips: "Pierre, relying on slaughter, it's impossible to 'wipe out completely', and that's not a moral issue, it's an issue of capability.
"Though I generally agree with your view, even if the Hurders aren't wiped out completely, there won't be many left. At least the Hurders we see today, and their descendants, most won't survive—do you think that's a good ending?"
