Masses of cavalry charged into the valley like a surging river, plunging headlong into the demons' chaotic ranks. The Kaldorei were united in purpose, riding the momentum of their great victory, their morale soaring. The demons, defeated and fleeing, had no will to fight; their formation was in disarray. Who would win, and who would lose? The Kaldorei did not achieve the victory they had imagined. Facing them were the Burning Legion's main combat force—the Felguards. Tall and powerfully built, clad in heavy armor and wielding massive Void Axes, they possessed formidable melee prowess and strict discipline. That strength was fully displayed at this moment. Though they had suffered tremendous losses, they were not broken. They stubbornly withstood the Kaldorei cavalry's Charge, kicking off a brutal melee. Blades flashed and axes whirled as both sides traded blows. The battlefield filled with soldiers' roars, the clang of weapons meeting, and the thuds of strikes hitting armor. Together, they played the battlefield's unique symphony. Severed limbs littered the ground—some demonic, some Kaldorei. Scenes of flesh and blood flying through the air could be seen everywhere. Red blood and green blood sprayed across weapons, faces, and armor alike. Those scattered body parts and spurting fountains of blood seemed to add cheerful notes to the battle. In a melee, cavalry that had lost its momentum was simply no match for Felguards. The Felguards gradually gained the upper hand, forcing the cavalry to retreat.
"What a pity."
"No need to regret it. It was nearly two for one." Ravencrest was excited. He was satisfied with the result, but even more delighted that his gamble had paid off.
"Should we retreat now?" his deputy suggested quietly.
"No, let's go again! Order the Warrior Legion to prepare!" Like a gambler who had just won a hand, Ravencrest