Wow, no one posted inbetween the 1 day time zone of which I posted nine and ten. Looks like I'll make eleven. Hopefully someone will coment soon.
Eleven: The Aftermath...
The small group of mudokon scavengers, led by Klartali, searched through the ruined battlefield to find any still living mudokons that they failed to notice amongst the remains of what was the battlefield. It wasn't going to well, sense they had atleast One Hundred Thirty that weren't that damaged. Sense they had started the search six hours ago, they found seven mudokons, and twenty-one sligs. They decided to put the sligs out of their misery and killed them there on the spot.
They continued to look through the rubble whenever they found a purple headed glukkon. Klartali recognized this as the glukkon who ran out of the tank whenever the shamans blew it up. "You two, pick him up out of the rubble." he pointed to two mudokons who hurried to listen to him. Sense all of the other chiefs died, he was promoted the war leader and grand king of the mudokons in Redwood.
The mudokons picked up the glukkon and tied his legs together. It was getting late, so Klartali made a decision and said, "Lets head back to the camp. We will take care of this one there, and we will continue this...work...tommorow." The mudokons carried this 'Mugol' back to their camp and Klartali thought about his peoples' future, if they had one left in Redwood Forest, that is...