There were over a hundred corpses strewn all over the village grounds.

"Wh-What the hell happened here?" someone exclaimed, but no one answered him.

What occurred here was painfully obvious—these villagers had been killed by fiend slaves.

"Damn it!" Nathaniel cursed. "We're too late!"

Adrian remained calm. He bent down beside one of the corpses and examined it closely. Upon inspection, he noticed something peculiar about the bodies. Although these people were all dead, their appearances and clothes were relatively clean. It seemed that they had not been dead for long.

"Did they just die not long ago?" Nathaniel asked.

"I think so," Adrian replied.

"Let's search the area and see if we can find anything! I refuse to believe that whoever and whatever did this can escape just like that!" Nathaniel ordered.

"Yes, sir!"

Nathaniel’s men were elites of the garrison, and they quickly sprung into action. Immediately, they scattered in different directions.

Adrian also ordered Ash and