"Eek? Eek eek!"
"Roar!! Aaah!!!"
"Gurgle! Wah!"
All kinds of screams came from within the smoke. Although the people hiding among the trees could not see how the battle was going, they could roughly guess what kind of torment the ape-men were suffering just from the sounds.
Even if Savages were monkeys, monkeys could still feel fear. When animals died in terror, the screams they made were something humans could understand and empathize with as well.
It was an instinct passed down through human bloodlines. In the wilderness, that instinct would be amplified, giving humans the basic knowledge to seek advantage and avoid harm.
Kaecilius had already taken out a book and begun reading. He knew that let alone a bunch of monkeys, even the same number of Kree Imperial Guards would not be a match for the Sorcerer Supreme.
Rather than wasting time worrying, he might as well study physics and think about how to calculate a fireball's air resistance.
Monark stood beside him, leaning on his cane, his face full of emotion. However, he had no intention of stopping Deathstroke. He had long known that Deathstroke felt no emotional fluctuations when killing people, much less Savages he had deemed monkeys.
On the contrary, having encountered danger the moment they entered this place, he had now recognized the nature of this continent. The Savage Land had always followed the Law of the Jungle, where the weak were prey to the strong. The mercy and sympathy he had brought from civilized society would only harm everyone here. He would not make the same mistake twice.
As for why he looked so emotional, it was because he had remembered his own dark past. Back then, his Horde had slaughtered passing travelers in exactly this manner.
They took valuables for their own