The Worg tracks on the road had already given the Orc Wolf Rider Squadron a clear answer: the riders sent ahead to scout had passed this bend on their own.
Judging by the long trail of Worg tracks stretching as far as the eye could see, no fighting had taken place here at all. Although the tracks looked chaotic at first glance, the Orc Wolf Rider Squadron commander was a veteran rider. He could tell immediately that the seemingly messy prints were actually orderly and regular.
That meant the seven Orc Wolf Riders scouting ahead had traveled through here at a steady pace. Every Worg track pointed forward, further proving that no battle had taken place here.
In a confined fight, Wolf Riders could not keep facing the same direction forever. They would have to turn constantly, and their Worgs' tracks would not be as even and regular as these. Instead, the prints would have been much more chaotic, with varying depths.
In fact, by the time he reached the bend, the Orc Wolf Rider Squadron commander already knew they had passed beyond the caltrop traps laid by the High Elves. Still, he had no intention of stopping the five demonic Voidwalkers.
Let them keep pulling the logs along! the squadron commander thought. The road is so long. Who knows which stretches hold those High Elves' treacherous traps and which do not?
As the Orc Wolf Rider Squadron commander saw it, if the High Elves could lay caltrop traps right under those two riders' noses without being noticed, then the seven Orc Wolf Riders who had recklessly chased after them probably had little hope of still being alive.
He therefore believed that charging after them heedlessly now would only bring greater losses to his troops. There was no chance of