Wolfe signalled to the incoming guards that he had the Prisoner, and they both laughed as they walked away, seeing the fate of becoming a play toy of a demon as much worse than simply being killed in combat.
She was still unconscious, so Wolfe tossed her over his shoulder and made his way to the next village that should be coming under attack. He was falling further behind the schedule, since the Witches were doing their best to attack at the same time, despite the objections of the monsters that they were mind controlling.
This village was not losing, though. They had executed a masterful ambush on the incoming force as they passed through a valley. There were spike walls at the far end that stopped the monsters long enough for the scouts to kill them from a distance, and the rest of their riflemen had opened fire on the Witches from the hills.
