The Quilboar and Centaur armies, numbering in the hundreds of thousands, charged straight at each other. Countless Centaurs at the very front were smashed to pieces by the heavy Quilboar cavalry. The Quilboar did not even need to do much. Most of the warriors riding boars could not wield weapons as skillfully or flexibly as the Centaurs during a head-on clash, but the initial charge was usually a Centaur nightmare. At the start, both sides competed in momentum. A single Quilboar rider could knock down several Centaurs before being cut down by the more agile Centaurs behind them.
The first clash between tens of thousands of Centaurs and over a hundred thousand Quilboar riders quickly ended. It was a grand feast of death. Each side left behind more than ten thousand corpses, most of them trampled into pulp and mixed together. They had hated one another in life, yet in death, their blood and bodies merged as one.
As the two sides reformed their lines, the Quilboar still had nearly a hundred thousand troops, while the Centaurs had not only lost a third of their warriors, but also their leader—the Centaur Vanguard leader. Having misjudged the gap between himself and Ram'thas, he had been slain the moment he engaged the Quilboar's greatest warrior, the Quilboar Overlord Ram'thas. Without the Centaur Vanguard leader to restrain and command them, the Centaurs faced Quilboar cavalry several times their number and immediately lost the will to fight. They began scattering in all directions. Even though the younger warriors tried to restrain the older Centaurs who had lost their fighting spirit, the disparity in numbers was too great. How could one person restrain dozens of Centaurs who had lost all will to fight?
Seeing the panicked Centaurs before him, Overlord Ram'thas naturally would not let