"Right, we'll head toward Zeb'Watha, set up an ambush somewhere they have to pass, wipe out these reinforcements, then go back. They'll need time to mobilize their troops before sending help, won't they? Besides, we don't have to go too far. Seven or eight kilometers will do. Let's see whether our brothers in Steel Torrent can deliver the fighting power they should in an open-field battle."
Yu Lin Bloodhawk laughed. "Once we reach the ambush site, we'll eat and drink our fill, then wait for the trolls from Zeb'Watha to bring us dessert."
Everyone burst out laughing, then assembled their troops and continued onward.
The Nightstalkers had never shown themselves. Upon receiving their orders, they went straight ahead, much to the disappointment of the Farstriders' officers.
After reaching the site, the troops rested where they were. Those who needed to eat ate, those who needed to drink drank, and those who needed to feed their battle pets did so. No one had been killed or wounded during the raid on Zeb'Sora. More than seventy dire wolves had suffered minor injuries, but spellcasters with healing magic were treating them. These healers were all on loan from the Farstriders.
The frost wolves had handled the final cleanup, so few had been injured. The war bears and boars were all fine, but the war bears' armor had taken plenty of dents. Almost every bear had them, and quite a few at that. Once they returned, the armor would probably need extensive repairs, if not outright replacement.
The Giant Bloodfang Boars' armor had suffered very little damage. Mainly, their job of splitting the enemy into isolated groups had taken place in open areas. They had not crashed into any buildings, only trolls. They were fast and charged in straight lines. When dozens or even