They came face to face with a cold street. There was an unattended haystack at the end. A damp and rusty smell entered Waiz’s nose as he cringed it. “I smell fresh blood.”
His eyes followed the stench of the smell to the haystack where the bodies lay. As they were looking for Rosa they did not think to look properly at the dumped bodies on the top of the haystack. They quickly ran to the dumped bodies on the top.
Flies were starting to gather around the bodies which lay one on top of another while there were two crops without heads. “The blood has just started browning, Sir.”
“Check the identity of the soldiers,” Waiz ordered the soldiers as he checked the surroundings.
One of the soldiers went to check the corpses.
“They are not our men, Sir.” The soldier replied.
“They have a strange tattoo on their bodies. I cannot recognize who they are. Sir.” He checked the bodies for marks.
“They are from the black knights.” A voice made all three of them look up.