What had merely been a suppressive battle now became completely one-sided. As several thousand elite Bloodhoof Guard joined the fight, the hundred thousand or so encircled Centaurs lost all ability to resist. They huddled together in terror, as if they themselves were the ones surrounded by the Bloodhoof Guard. Those Centaurs who dared challenge them were trampled beyond recognition beneath the Bloodhoof Guard's iron hooves. This extreme display of violence, this unparalleled aesthetic of brutality, directly shattered the enemy's will to fight. They did not dare resist; they did not want to be crushed into a pile of mush like that.
While the battle between the Centaurs and the Horde was locked in a fierce stalemate, all the First Generation Khans and current Khans were at the front lines fighting the Horde, leaving the rear of the Centaur army unguarded. They did not believe anyone would dare launch a surprise attack from behind. At this time, there were only three major powers in the Barrens: the Horde, the Centaurs, and the Quilboars. The Centaurs believed those stupid, inferior Quilboars would not dare attack the valiant Centaur warriors. After all, the Quilboars had always possessed the weakest combat strength among the three races locked in generations of enmity.
Even Gelk, the ambitious Second Khan, had originally believed the Quilboars would never dare ambush them. Indeed, the Quilboars of old had not possessed such courage and could only watch as two powerful dragons fought each other to mutual ruin. But the unexpected flutter of Rend's butterfly wings brought immense change. Karga Spine had lost the Quilboars' sacred relic, and Agamaggan had kindly informed her that a group of cunning Centaurs had stolen his remains. Combined with Rend's group's constant disguises and meticulous attention to detail, even someone as shrewd as Karga could