Kapitel 321: 321 Forgotten Battle

Wolfe pulled alongside and called out to the transport with the Witches.

"I am going to run into the camp for a minute and see what there is to recover, and then I will continue to escort you along the way. Just hold here, and I will be right back."

The driver gave him a sloppy salute and pulled the vehicle to the side of the road, waiting for him to return. Sitting anywhere too long out here tended to attract bandits or monsters, so Wolfe rushed in to see what had been left behind in the camp.

As he pulled up into the camp, the smell of rot hit his nose right away, letting him know that whoever died in this camp hadn't been given even the basic decency of a funeral pyre.

There were bodies scattered everywhere, bloated by the spring sun, and for some reason, even the scavengers hadn't wanted to touch them.