"HOLD!" Burak swiftly shouted in case any of them were thinking of attacking or retreating.
His heart had long since sunk looking at the scores of four-legged beasts that had surrounded the camp from every side. It looked like every single leaf on each and every tree held at least two or three of them.
They hung from the sides, hugging the trunks like locusts. Just from that fleeting glance it was easy to tell that their numbers were in the hundreds. There were probably even more hiding behind them, those that were not at the forefront.
How many thousands of them would there be in total? Against six barbarians that were tired both mentally and physically after months of constant fighting?
How long would such a battle last? No, it would not even be qualified to be called as such, it would be a massacre at best or an extermination at worst.