Judging from the smooth cross‑section, the arrows in the trunk, and the still‑wet smears of blood on the ground, someone must have used a bow to shoot the rope from afar; after the mounts were wounded, they bolted in panic.
"Someone tampered with them. They want us dead out here!" Medvedeva went on.
The others also recalled the strange feeling back in the wetlands and all frowned.
When they were moving through the wetlands, they had been extremely careful, yet out of nowhere a furious band of Marsh Beastmen locked onto them. Forced into a corner, they had no choice but to fight back and make a quick break for the edge of the wetlands.
And during that retreat, more and more Marsh Beastmen kept converging.
The plan had been simple: as long as they got out of the wetlands and mounted up, they could quickly leave this troublesome place behind.
They never imagined that in the short time they were away, their mounts would be sabotaged just like that.
