Each of these Frostwolf Rangers wore a standard-issue cloak of the Windrunner Burning Legion, emerald green with gold trim. Like raincoats, these cloaks shielded their bodies from the cold drizzle.
Thus, they had few complaints about being out in such miserable conditions. This weather was common in the Southern Eversong Woods, and they had long since grown accustomed to it.
Suddenly, one of the frostwolf mounts let out a low growl through its nose.
The High Elf Ranger riding it turned to look behind her. She saw nothing, but she knew a Nightstalker had arrived and was right behind her.
Only the leader of the Nightstalkers here possessed such skill in stealth that she would not detect the approach until the person was this close.
"What is it?" the Frostwolf Ranger asked the empty air.
"The Orcs want Ace Against Ace!" A low voice sounded from the empty air.
"What do you mean?" the Frostwolf Ranger asked with a frown. She could already hear a trace of barely suppressed laughter in the voice.
"They've sent seven men to challenge the ten of you!" the voice continued, amused. "Well? Want us to help gang up on them?"
"If Lord Bloodhawk were here, I think he'd be more than happy to take your suggestion!" the Frostwolf Ranger said with a smile.
Two quiet chuckles came from the empty air, but no further words followed.
"But we're the Frostwolf Clan Regiment of the Windrunner Burning Legion. Ace Against Ace? Fine! We accept," the Frostwolf Ranger added.
"We're not far from their main vanguard force. They'll be able to come to their aid very quickly!" the voice sounded again.
"If they want Ace Against Ace, we'll lead them farther back. If they don't dare..." The Frostwolf Ranger shrugged and spread her hands with a