Chapter 317

"What!?" Ounephes snapped his neck towards the rider that came to report to him which in turn because of his sudden movement caused the small yet very sharp blade in his hand to go astray from where he intended to it to be at. Upon the table which had witnessed the suffering of many men before was a creature of almost nothing but pure flesh which was bleeding all over the place with eyes begging for mercy and a swift death already to end the pain that he was being subjected to. Far towards one corner of the tent was a pile of flesh that were piled together with some still moving around with a pace that looked like they were inside a sticky swamp while others remained still just waiting for death to embrace them.