"What's going on? How much did they drink last night that they're still not changing shifts this late?"
A middle-aged man grumbled, kicking the fence in front of him open with a disgusted look on his face.
Walking into the town guard's base, the man's brows furrowed instantly.
He found something unusual in the air as he took a sniff.
"Is this... the smell of fresh blood?"
It's not an unfamiliar smell to him, but the sudden scent of blood caused the man's expression to drastically change.
The man quickly ran towards the tent in the base, with the scent of blood increasing in intensity the closer he got to it.
The next moment, his hand gripped the hilt of his long sword, forcibly flinging the tent's curtain open.
But what he saw inside left him speechless.
The smell of blood was overwhelmingly strong, with the entire tent soaked in it. More than a dozen lifeless bodies sprawled on the ground, each with a huge gash across their throats.
"What..."
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