Under the cold drizzle, the ground remained slick and muddy. Footprints left by High Elves and Worgs covered the wet earth.
Those High Elf footprints must belong to the ones who dropped smoke bombs here just now, and those Worg tracks must belong to our Wolf Rider warriors! the Orcs Vanguard Commander thought.
After studying the ground carefully for a while, the Orcs Vanguard Commander finally spotted a poisoned caltrop hidden at the base of a clump of grass, left there by a Frostwolf Ranger.
He bent down, picked up the caltrop, and held it before his eyes.
The black caltrop, coated with deadly poison, was sharp and cold. The eerie green sheen on its four pointed fangs sent a chill through him.
The Orcs Vanguard Commander had finally discovered why those few Orc Wolf Riders were standing alone and motionless in the thick smoke.
They were standing alone because their mounts had unfortunately stepped on the poisoned caltrops laid by those devious High Elves. As for why they remained motionless, the Orc Wolf Riders must have noticed the caltrops scattered across the ground as well.
These caltrops were all coated with deadly poison, and the soles of the Orcs' feet had no plate armor to protect them. Naturally, they had to be careful, and the safest course was to stay still, prepare to defend themselves, and wait for their comrades to rescue them.
"The same old trick!" The Orcs Vanguard Commander snorted coldly, then tucked the caltrop into his pocket.
"Bring the Death Knights here. Have them summon Voidwalkers to go in and support our trapped brothers," the Orcs Vanguard Commander ordered. "Where are the Shamans? Bring them over too. I want them to blow all this smoke away!"
In the woods, the Mountain Lion Nightstalker Leader remained