"Where's Vereesa?" While the trolls were still far away, Shane searched the ranks.
"Don't worry. Vereesa's teammates are all specially selected elites; she's the only one who doesn't know it," Sylvanas explained with a smile. "Among the rangers, the Windrunners' strength is beyond doubt. She's safe."
As they spoke, the trolls rapidly closed to within three hundred paces. Sylvanas raised her right hand, waited until they crossed the three-hundred-pace mark, then brought it down sharply.
The blade throwers on both flanks opened fire. Ten enormous blades crossed through the enemy ranks, and as though they had been knocked over, a section of the troll tide abruptly shattered.
"They took the bait. They saw us dismount and assumed we'd given up our mobility advantage, never realizing that we've pushed our firepower advantage to its limit." Sylvanas spoke excitedly, her blue eyes fixed tightly on the battlefield, a smile at the corner of her lips. "By the time they realize that a reckless charge is nothing but suicide, it'll be too late."
As soon as she finished speaking, the second wave of giant blades flew out. Though it was no longer a volley, the damage from the diagonal fire was unimaginable. In just two rounds, the trolls bled like a river. All that remained of their recklessness were torn corpses bearing witness to the terrible destruction. Yet the trolls could only charge on without hesitation, filling the enormous gaps that had been swept open.
"If they can't wipe us out in one wave, they have no chance of winning." Shane looked across the battlefield. The trolls were supposedly charging, but it was more like they were marching to their deaths.
"Do you think I'd give them a chance to wipe us out in one wave?"
Sylvanas issued her second command. Her two