"I know!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk said, waving impatiently as he walked.
The troops marched into the valley entrance, and sure enough, there were no Trolls lying in ambush. They traveled for another day without encountering a single Vilebranch Troll. They spotted a few small Troll villages, but aside from a few thatched shelters or one or two wooden houses, they were deserted. The Vilebranch Trolls caused them no trouble, but plenty of problems cropped up within his own marching troops that day.
First, he discovered that the two hundred Bear Iron Fist soldiers bringing up the rear and erasing their tracks had failed to catch up. Yu Lin Bloodhawk deliberately slowed the march and even stopped to rest several times. Yet by nightfall, they still had not returned, leaving him worried sick.
Then problems arose among Sylvanas's Frostwolf Clan Force troops. They claimed they had brought too little jerky and wanted to slow the march further to conserve the Frostwolves' stamina and stretch their supplies. Stranger still, throughout the entire day's march, not a single Nightstalker appeared to report.
Those were only the major problems. The baffling little ones were too numerous to count. If it was not one thing, it was another; nothing about that day's march went smoothly for him. The endless troubles left Yu Lin Bloodhawk irritable and kept him on edge all day, suspecting that he had fallen for some Vilebranch Troll trick.
At nightfall, a Dragonhawk Rider flew into their camp.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk found that strange. Were Dragonhawks not ill-suited to flying at night? Had this Dragonhawk Rider come at such an hour because something urgent had happened?
Remembering everything that had gone wrong that day, he immediately grew nervous. He kept praying that they had not fallen for some Vilebranch Troll scheme. This