Along the way, countless gnolls came from all directions to intercept Solam's group. Unfortunately, without coordinated command, these gnolls were nothing more than a rabble. They had no organization, no objective, and not even a numerical advantage.
That might have sounded strange. Gnolls were everywhere here—how could they possibly lack a numerical advantage? Their numbers should have been an absolute advantage.
But that was not how things worked. In terms of total numbers, the gnolls certainly held an overwhelming advantage. Yet the number of gnolls actually blocking Solam's path was small, because they had no organization. Those gnolls had merely heard that demons were invading, then charged toward the direction they believed their enemies were in, driven by hot-blooded courage and their warlike nature.
These gnolls either set out alone or moved in small groups. They had no unified intelligence and no fixed gathering point. Their disorganization was enough to give anyone a headache. Even if a gnoll wanted to assemble a large force, it would not know where to find anyone.
Thus, a scene like this emerged: first, countless gnolls, working with outdated intelligence, believed Solam's group was still where they had been before and ended up searching the wrong place. This group accounted for a great many of them. Second, without any organizers, those who did discover Solam's group charged in as a swarm. The result was naturally total annihilation. Even their corpses were turned directly into rations by Unos and the others.
As for the gnolls who went to the wrong place, once they arrived, they found nothing there except bloodstains covering the ground. Seeing this, most gnolls naturally assumed that the enemy had already been driven off, and that the corpses of both the enemy and their own kind had been devoured by the brethren who