The High Elf Frostwolf Rangers' conspicuous movements naturally caught the Orc Wolf Riders' attention. Yet instead of fleeing, the Rangers gathered around the High Elf Frostwolf Ranger who had stopped in the middle of the field and formed a neat line.
Like that Ranger, all the High Elf Frostwolf Rangers slung their bows and arrows across their backs and drew the standard-issue ranger sabres hanging at their waists in unison. They looked much like Orc Wolf Riders preparing to charge.
Had they decided to fight at close quarters? Were these High Elf Frostwolf Rangers done running? The Orc Wolf Riders slowly gathered some distance in front of the Rangers, then formed a straight line abreast.
Then, weapons in hand, the Orc Wolf Riders urged their brown Worgs into a slow trot toward the ten High Elf Frostwolf Rangers.
They believed the High Elf Frostwolf Rangers were ready to meet them head-on in a clash of cavalry.
The seven Orc Wolf Riders picked up speed. When they were a hundred meters from the High Elf Frostwolf Rangers, they began noticeably accelerating their mounts into a charge.
Ninety meters, sixty meters, thirty meters, two meters-the Orc Wolf Riders pushed their Worgs to their maximum charging speed.
Yet the High Elf Frostwolf Rangers remained motionless in a line, sabres in hand. They seemed utterly oblivious to the Orc Wolf Riders about to bear down on them.
The Orc Wolf Riders found this strange, and an inexplicable unease crept into their hearts. But they were already charging at full speed. Even if they wanted to stop or make an abrupt turn, it was too late.
When the Orc Wolf Riders were less than twenty meters from the ten High Elf Frostwolf Rangers, a huge, spread net suddenly appeared in front of each of the