By evening, Yu Lin Bloodhawk and the others had not actually marched very far from the valley entrance before Sylvanas ordered the troops to camp and rest. Their progress that day had been downright pathetic.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk was more than happy with that, though. After all, they had spent the entire previous night on a forced march. If they had to march at a normal pace today as well, things would hardly have been this easy.
At first light on the second day, Yu Lin Bloodhawk and the others saw the Air Force's Dragonhawk Riders sweep overhead again, heading toward Jintha'Alor. Clearly, the Air Force had deliberately planned their flight path that way.
On the map, the straight-line distance between the Air Force's fleet off the northern coast and Jintha'Alor City was only around forty to fifty kilometers. Yu Lin Bloodhawk's troops, meanwhile, were still an estimated sixty kilometers from Jintha'Alor City.
The Dragonhawk Riders attacked from east to west, while Yu Lin Bloodhawk's troops marched from south to north. That meant the Dragonhawk Flying Forces were following a curved flight path.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk guessed there were two reasons the Dragonhawk Riders were doing this. First, it let his troops know exactly when the Air Force attacked and withdrew. Second, it allowed them to protect the ground troops and scout for threats along the way.
Otherwise, the Air Force would hardly be foolish enough to fly dozens of extra kilometers every day. Forty or fifty kilometers was not particularly far for the Dragonhawk Flying Forces, which normally flew at a hundred and fifty kilometers per hour. The Air Force could keep bombing without exhausting the Dragonhawks.
According to reconnaissance gathered before the campaign, nearly twenty thousand Vilebranch Trolls lived in Jintha'Alor City, with a garrison estimated at no