What good was overwhelming strength if it could not reach the enemy? The Ravagers might not be able to reach them either, but their formidable defenses and swift mobility allowed them to drive off harassing enemy cavalry or charge through enemies blocking their way, opening a safe passage for the troops.
The Warlocks, however, could do no such thing. They were spellcasters, and against Rangers who were all excellent archers, their abilities were clearly inadequate. They could summon several different kinds of demons to assist them, and their own offensive spells were quite powerful. Against a handful of Rangers, they might have stood a chance.
The problem now was that there were far too many Elves. The fifty Gryphon Riders who had appeared in that air raid alone made that clear. He simply could not understand it. How could a six-hundred-strong unit of Elf Forces have so much Sky Cavalry? Was Sky Cavalry really that cheap in this world?
Why had he seen no Sky Cavalry when fighting humans? He had not seen so many when fighting Dwarves either, only a few Gryphon Riders. The Gnomes did have some flying machines that took part in battle, but those ridiculous contraptions were nowhere near as agile in the air as Gryphons. A few Ballistas stationed on the front line posed a tremendous threat to them. Besides, the Gnomes fought in a much more conventional manner than the Elves.
The Elves fought no differently from a gang of bandits and thugs, leaving him seething with hatred yet powerless to do anything. He suspected that the Orcs who had split off to pursue the Elves' Ground Forces instead of following him were already in grave danger.
Under normal circumstances, if nothing had happened to them, at least one or two small squads would