After the Orc cavalry charged into the Elves' arrow formation 13, many of their Worgs fell one after another, throwing their riders from their saddles. The Orc Wolf Riders who fell had barely stood up and taken a few steps toward the Elves before they began hopping about and howling.
They finally understood why their Worgs had fallen so quickly: the soles of their own feet were receiving the same treatment. The ground could no longer be called a walkable surface. Iron nails stood upright everywhere, ready to pierce straight through the tops of their feet with one careless step.
On closer inspection, almost every Worg had all four paws drenched in blood, leaking like sieves.
How could the Elves walk freely over ground covered in iron nails? Only then did the Orcs notice the multicolored strips of cloth on the ground.
The soldiers of the Bloodhawk Burning Legion were young, after all. They lacked the experience and composure of veterans. Most of the Orcs' Worgs were lying on the ground, barely breathing as the poison took effect, but they had still managed to carry the Orc Wolf Riders on their backs into the Elves' ranks.
The Orcs who had fallen from their mounts were slower than those still mounted, so they charged at whichever Elves were closest.
The Orcs scattered through the mass of Elves like fireworks. Faced with this sudden change, the inexperienced soldiers of the Bloodhawk Burning Legion gradually began to fall into disarray.
Fortunately, they still remembered which colors countered which in the five-element cycle. Across the entire large bulb of the gourd-shaped clearing, many Elven and Orc soldiers had become intermingled.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk anxiously scanned the battlefield, shouting for his soldiers to use Concussive Shot and keep the Orcs from getting close. He no