Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Accompanied by the deep beat of war drums, the Troll Warlord quickly directed his army to split into three routes, attempting to encircle the Human Cavalry that had just slaughtered several thousand of his soldiers.
Some priests, Witch Doctors, and arcanists even cast all manner of magic to assist them.
Acceleration Magic in particular allowed a small number of Trolls to move with great speed, briefly matching the speed of horses.
But unfortunately, there were too few of these Trolls. Before they could even get close, they were covered wave after wave by Arrow Rain, dying miserably on the road of their charge.
Even when one or two occasionally made it to the front, Ignatius would personally lead his Highland Cavalry forward and trample them into pulp.
The two sides exchanged several rounds in this manner, probing each other.
The Trolls could not catch up with the Human Cavalry, while the five thousand Human Cavalrymen did not dare rashly charge an army of tens of thousands of Troll warriors and spellcasters.
After half an hour of back-and-forth, Allen realized there would be no further advantage to gain today. He immediately raised his hand and issued the order to retreat.
In the blink of an eye, the five thousand cavalrymen turned around and vanished over the horizon in a grand procession, leaving behind only corpses strewn across the ground and dust kicked up by galloping horses.
Watching the enemy ride away, the Troll Warlord felt as though his lungs were about to burst with rage.
In all his years of commanding armies, this was the first time he had been forced into such a humiliating battle.
Allen fought unlike any opponent he had ever encountered before.
He would stop at nothing!
And he possessed almost no sense