More than thirty Orc Wolf Riders dismounted to pull the poisoned arrows from their mounts and squeeze out the tainted blood. There was not a single Shaman among the fifty Wolf Riders, so they could not use magic to purge the poison from their mounts. They could only resort to the oldest method, draining as much poisoned blood as possible and hoping it would do some good.
Unfortunately, the Worgs were already exhausted, and their blood was pumping fast after that sudden charge. The poison naturally spread just as quickly through their bloodstream. Whether the treatment would help was anyone's guess.
"Captain, look! There's writing on that White Flag!" an Orc beside him said, pointing at the white cloth on the tree trunk.
"Just teasing me?" Grim was beside himself with rage.
That was right! Written on the white cloth in huge letters were the words "I'm Just Teasing You."
The Orc Wolf Riders' faces turned green when they read those words.
Grim urged his mount over to the tree. Seething with fury, he hacked through the arrow shaft, seized the white linen, and tore it to shreds.
"Damn you! Elves, you'd better hope I never catch you! Otherwise, I'll chop you up and feed you to the wolves!" Grim bellowed furiously at the Elves.
"Sir, the Orcs are furious!" the Elves said with laughter as they stopped to watch from a distance.
"I can see that!" Lor'themar said.
"I'd be furious too if it were me," an Elf Ranger beside him said. "Good thing they're the ones fuming now. Ha!"
"They're treating their mounts. What should we do?" another Elf asked.
"Make some trouble for them, of course!" Lor'themar said. "We can't let them have it so easy. Take fifty men around behind them and harass them from about