"Group around fifty, two hundred steps that way," Syie proved to be true to her words, not overestimating her ability even by the slightest.
From the very second she got to the front of the group, she confidently led the entire unit between the trees. Not even for a second did the determined and focused look in her eyes wavered.
And in less than an hour, we found ourselves pretty deep into the forest, with a track of seventeen separate human groups left to rot throughout our path.
"I wonder how many died so far," Fay muttered when she kicked aside the corpse of a man belonging to the last, eighteenth group we slaughtered while on our way towards the nearest of the places where humans already started to concentrate.
"With those guys, it makes about three hundred?" I muttered, throwing out a rough guess of how many have died since we set out of Madam's camp.
