"What was this?" Caslo had flown for half a day and could clearly see the camped Orcs below from high in the sky. Instead of marching while it was still light, they had set up camp on the west bank of the Redwater River.
"Could this be a large tribe migrating?" Caslo feared that their nerves had gotten the better of them and that they had mistaken the Wasteland Orcs' migration for a sneak attack.
"No! This is an army! There are no elderly or young Orcs!" Caslo had Caldo descend slightly and hide among the clouds to observe. Sky Knights, who mainly fought in the air, naturally possessed exceptional vision. With the dragon eye skill activated, Caslo could even make out the totems on the Orcs from a thousand meters above.
"What are they waiting for?" Caslo decided to return and report the news to Roland first. After all, those Orcs would not reach the vicinity of Flowing City anytime soon.
"What? They set up camp by the river?" Roland said in surprise. Given the Orcs' brainless nature, shouldn't they have swarmed over in a single mass?
"Perhaps they are stationed there to wait for Orcs from elsewhere so they can attack together! Such as Gundabad and Dol Guldur!" Reno rose to his feet.
"Just imagine it. What if, while we are fighting bravely on the front lines, an Orc army appears behind us? Even if they are only Wasteland Orcs armed with bone clubs and wooden sticks!" Reno continued.
A chill settled over everyone's hearts... If that truly happened, the entire alliance's defensive line would collapse layer by layer like dominoes.
"We need to discuss how to deal with them with the allied forces in Luoshengnier City." Caslo considered it for a moment.
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