The Imperium of Man's two Storm Speeders had cunningly chosen to enter the wasteland just before dawn. The sickly purplish-gray aurora still twisted overhead, though after lasting the entire night, it had finally begun to dim.
Yet the leaden clouds over the wasteland still hung low, pressing heavily against the horizon. The world remained a murky, lightless gray.
This was undoubtedly the darkest time of day, and also when people were at their most exhausted.
However, for this elite Ultramarines scout squad of merely ten men, this was the perfect time—enough for them to approach the monsters' nest at full speed, scout it out and confirm the target, then withdraw at leisure.
Such a small task was hardly difficult for an elite Astartes scout squad like them, an elite Ultramarines squad like them.
Unfortunately, what they did not know was that their tracks and direction of advance had already been exposed before they had even left those mountains.
There were now more than a hundred thousand Ork players at Gao Lanlan's base, which meant there were quite a few Orks spread throughout those mountains. Thus, not long after this Ultramarines squad entered the wasteland, a full hundred fully armed Ork players had received orders and arrived ahead of time. They lay prone along the rock walls on both sides of the valley, setting up a pocket ambush and waiting in battle formation.
Since this place was far from the base, Gao Lanlan had not gone out of her way to seek help from farther away. She directly issued a war mobilization order to the nearest war guild—the Farstriders of the Seventeenth War Guild, which was closest to the ambush site—and had them dispatch a hundred fully armed elite players here in advance to lie in wait.
In this environment, their