The gates of the fort weren't just open in front of us, they were broken. Some fresh holes from cannonballs were visible in its brick walls, too.
But what drew the most attention was the chain of bodies hanging over the gates like some Christmas garland from hell.
A dozen corpses were tied together by arms and thrown over the gate. I squinted and saw several heads on spikes placed on the walls. Like little imps, dozens of black dragons were flying around the fortress, many of them still pecking on the corpses.
Main part of the army didn't see this yet—I, Gresch and a few dozen scouts, both humans and bees, were traveling ahead of it.
The scouts were sent to check the fortress, saw the scene and utter lack of any enemies, and reported to us. Now it was our turn to see the scene with our own eyes and decide what to do.
