At this time, Althea had already jumped down to ground level, meeting with Fufi as the rest remained to clear out the enemies and handle the fallen slaves.
Although the smoke bomb was effective to their level, she had seen how the slaves had been pushing themselves despite virtually being incredibly weak. She had also heard that 'orders', especially from the lord, could make slaves perform far more than what their bodies would allow, so they didn't dare feel complacent even if they were asleep now.
However, they obviously didn't have enough ropes for hundreds of people, so they could only keep them in the coralle until the war was over.
She followed Fufi as he traced the man's scent. Where would he hide?
Would he go to his home? Did he build a bunker there?
It wasn't that they didn't think of it, but so far there was no signal flare from the people who were tasked to monitor it.
Where was the safest place a lord could go?
Boom!
