Lots going on in this Conan piece; it reads like Howard has figured out how to maintain a plot thread that doesn’t have Conan in it, and I can imagine that is a great leap forward for members of the writing craft.
My craft: finding body counts in Conan stories but only the ones Conan slices and dices. I can’t go counting every Viscount and 3rd-level magician who manages to hit a guard with magic missile.
She glimpsed the flicker of steel, heard the lightning crack of stroke, parry and counterstroke, and the crunch of bone as Conan’s long knife split the other’s skull.
He split the man’s skull–ducked another swinging knife and gutted the wielder–felled a man with his left fist and stabbed another in the belly–and heaved back mightily against the closed door with his shoulders.
Four headless golden serpents still coiled about the altar, but no alien life now animated the dully gleaming metal.
As he hit, he yelled like a wolf, caught a gold-worked rein, and dodging the sweep of a scimitar, drove his long knife upward through the rider’s vitals.
As he hacked and smote like a man possessed, Conan had time for some chilling doubts – would Yasmina keep her word
As it dropped, its black wings thrashing the air, it took on the semblance, not of a bird, but of a black-robed human body that fell, arms in wide black sleeves thrown abroad.
2 hillmen [2*14XP= 28XP]
4 8th-level magic users [4*650 XP=2600XP]
1 2nd-level fighter [32 XP]
Undetermined hacked and smote [300 XP]
1 12th-level magic user [1700 XP]