The tall, agile gray-furred werewolves smoothly set down the Light Crossbowmen.
As bowstrings twanged, Crossbow Bolts shot forth in rapid succession.
Then the werewolves Leaped high into the air, their claws rending the riders' bodies.
Though both sides were Fourth Order, in terms of individual combat strength, these dismounted Camel Cavalry were no match for the gray-furred werewolves.
Even with their abdomens pierced by battle spears, the werewolves remained lively and vigorous.
Their health was several times that of the riders.
Powerful physiques combined with self-healing made for a truly despair-inducing combination.
After the werewolves cut into the battle, the charging Bear Warriors blocked the cavalry squads rushing in to support from the flank.
A little farther back, Tauren warriors carrying totems were scattered among the Sandfolk Rebel Army's First Thousand-Man Regiment.
Standing head and shoulders above the crowd, the Tauren were especially conspicuous.
"Woo, woo, woo..."
A short horn blast rang out.
Three short calls followed by one long call signified an emergency.
Those Camel Cavalry had never expected the Sandfolk to truly dare launch an outward assault.
And they had found help.
Not far away, Karim, captain of Mist Oasis Camel Cavalry's Ninth Squad, stared dumbfoundedly at his comrades being swiftly "submerged" by hyenas.
"By the Crescent God!"
"Where did these lowborn scum find such helpers?"
Striped hyenas differed greatly from the hyenas commonly found in the desert.
Not only were they much larger, but they were also far more vicious.
After all, they were predators that lived in the fetid marshes.
Though their rank was a little low, when they appeared in packs, they could always hunt prey above their rank.
The sand-treading war camels that had been pounced upon by the hyenas all had their rear ends ripped open.
A huge mass of dripping flesh and