C907 Making a False Accusation Is a Good Move
The ten or so warriors of the Thunderbird Tribe were like stones in a lake. They didn't even stir up a ripple before they were all knocked down by the warriors of the Gray Eye.
All the torches were extinguished, and the bloodstains around them were immediately covered up by the warriors of the Gray Eye with dried leaves.
It was as if these ten or so people had never appeared in the darkness
