"Last one."
I finished the battle by kicking the last adventurer's belly to make him kneel on the ground. Excluding the 100 adventurers already dead, we fought about 400 adventurers and captured around 100 humans alive.
Thirty men and seventy women.
Though unintentional, somehow there were far more women. Despite there being more men, more women surrendered as prisoners, which meant the bizarre acts on the walls must have spread by word of mouth.
"Hey, don't stick out to the side."
"Are you injured anywhere? If there's a wound, I'll disinfect it."
"You're prisoners. If you act like prisoners, you won't be harmed, but if you resist and rebel, your heads will fly."
With Tristan, Gareth, and Agravain at the center, they tied ropes around the prisoners' hands. The women became obedient prisoners while eyeing the muscular orcs. Since all who resisted had died, those who chose to become prisoners were accepting their fate.
"..."
