The Orc Wolf Rider Squadron Company Commander studied the tracks carefully for a while, then looked ahead. About fifty meters farther on, he spotted similar Worg tracks.
The Orc Wolf Rider Squadron Company Commander recalled the earlier report of ten High Elf Frostwolf Rangers appearing.
Gradually, an image formed in the Orc Wolf Rider Squadron Company Commander's mind: two lines of wolf-mounted soldiers facing each other. On one side were seven Orc Wolf Riders on brown Worgs; on the other were ten High Elf Rangers on white frost wolves. Each group stood in a single line, with a fifty-meter buffer between them.
They must have discussed something here, face-to-face, the Orc Wolf Rider Squadron Company Commander thought.
After carefully examining the other tracks, another scene appeared in his mind.
The seven Orc Wolf Riders had urged their brown Worgs toward the ten High Elf Rangers on white frost wolves, while the ten High Elf Rangers had calmly turned their Worgs around and ridden away.
The Orc Wolf Rider Company Commander frowned!
Judging by the Worg tracks on the ground, the Orc Wolf Riders clearly had not lingered here for long. The High Elves, however, seemed to have waited for quite some time, because the Worg tracks on their side were far more jumbled.
Those stupid pigs! What were they trying to do? The Orc Wolf Rider Squadron Company Commander was baffled.
The tracks left by the Worgs running toward the High Elves did not look at all like those of Worgs charging into battle. The stride lengths were different. These tracks looked more like those left when Worgs ran with short, quick steps during a forced march to conserve their strength.
Still full of doubts, the Orc Wolf Rider Squadron Company Commander waved his hand, signaling the five Voidwalker demons