Lich Fang had brought out more than three thousand orc infantry this time, along with over a hundred wolf riders.
The main force still consisted of infantry.
After entering this relatively open stretch of plain, Lich Fang began to feel somewhat tense.
It came from the instincts he had accumulated through years of war.
Those instincts had saved his life several times.
Now that he sensed that aura of danger again, he could not help growing tense.
Within the marching column, Lich Fang noticed that his wolf rider scouts had not returned for some time.
Normally, scouts would return at regular intervals to report on the situation ahead.
But this time, the wolf rider scouts were late.
Being late was not unusual in itself, but with these two circumstances overlapping, Lich Fang's heart began to hang in suspense.
He immediately gave the order, "The entire army, be on guard! Halt!"
The orc officers beside him were somewhat puzzled, but they still carried out Lich Fang's order without fail.
The orc infantry drew their shields and formed their lines, using the supply wagons to build a defense.
Some orcs warily watched their surroundings, while others were exhausted and paid little attention to it.
An orc officer surveyed the area. "My lord, there doesn't seem to be any enemy?"
Lich Fang was slightly impatient. "The scouts haven't returned."
"Something's wrong. Send more men out to scout!"
"Yes!"
Soon, a small squad of wolf riders set out again to scout ahead.
At a time like this, even though wolf riders were more valuable, and even though he knew sending them out this time might lead to losses—or even the annihilation of that entire cavalry squad—Lich Fang still had to find out what was happening as quickly as possible.
Sure enough, the wolf riders