The three armies swept forward without meeting even a hint of meaningful resistance along the way. Only when Yu Lin Bloodhawk advanced to within a hundred meters of the cave entrance did he see a large crowd of Quilboar rushing out to take up defensive positions.
Actually, calling what the Quilboar were doing "taking up defensive positions" was giving them too much credit. What kind of defensive formation was this supposed to be? Even Yu Lin Bloodhawk, a complete amateur in military affairs, could hardly bear to look at it.
What the hell kind of defense is this? A mob of Quilboar carrying all manner of bizarre weapons crowded chaotically within a hundred meters of the cave entrance, without the slightest order. They had neither proper stances nor any formation. They were far worse than the Vilebranch Trolls in the Hinterlands had been. They looked exactly like a huge gang of street thugs getting ready for a brawl.
Thus, when the Quilboar saw three well-equipped, orderly High Elf armies appear from three directions almost simultaneously, unrest rippled through those who had emerged from the cave.
By then, both groups of Windrunner Frostwolf Rangers had already dismounted and fitted all their Frostwolf battle pets with rare-grade battle pet armor. Looking across the three High Elf armies, one could see nothing but metal gleaming beneath the sunlight.
Their standardized armor made the High Elves look all the more imposing. With every step their disciplined battle formations advanced, the disorganized mob of Quilboar involuntarily retreated a step, as though struggling to breathe.
At this sight, Yu Lin Bloodhawk finally understood why ancient armies had always favored bright uniforms and shining armor.
This was different from modern warfare in the age of firearms. The development of ranged weapons made concealment far more important to