With bombs about to fall on their heads, how could the Orcs hold their formation?
"Hit the ground!" the Orc Chieftain shouted, then quickly leaped off his mount and threw himself flat.
But it was already too late. They were cavalry, not infantry. Most of the Orcs could not react that quickly. They could not simply drop where they stood like foot soldiers; they had to dismount first. In that brief span of time, only the twenty-odd Wolf Riders beside their leader managed it.
Within seconds, the Explosive Bombs fell from the sky and struck the ground with thunderous blasts. Their mounts panicked, scattering the Wolf Riders like a swarm of hornets. What good could possibly come of running around in a minefield? The Gnome Land Mines and Goblin Bombs buried there beforehand began detonating one after another.
The explosions were so violent that even the Orc Chieftain, lying flat on the ground, felt the earth shaking. The Worgs would not settle down and kept running in panic. He no longer had any idea where his own mount was.
The Elf Gryphon Riders circled a few times overhead, then flew away. They had dropped every bomb they carried at once, and after confirming the results, they swiftly departed.
The bombs dropped from the sky finished exploding very quickly. But the Gnome Land Mines and Goblin Bombs on the ground did not all explode at once. They were set off by the scattered Wolf Riders and terrified Worgs running about.
Each time a Worg set one off, it panicked again, ran off again, and triggered another. With nearly three hundred frightened Worgs rampaging through the minefield, the explosions kept coming. At first, the blasts were densely packed, but as the Gnome Land Mines and Goblin Bombs were used up, they gradually