As the echoing horn resounded across the Ice Plain, the Trolls hurriedly arranged themselves in tight formation.
After days of battling, the Trolls had gradually become accustomed to the harassing rhythm of the Dark Cavalry attacks.
Fear, when endured for too long, turns into numbness.
Numbness accompanied by a sense of dealing with yet another nuisance.
At this moment, the Trolls skillfully arranging their formation to face the enemy, were not aware of what lay ahead of them.
From a bird's eye view, looming over tens of miles, the entire Dark Cavalry was mobilized, subtly beginning to encircle the Troll Army.
Prince Gambick, observing the Dark Cavalry approaching from all sides, slowly felt unease rise within him.
Too many!
This was no standard harassment operation!
However, even though Prince Gambick was now aware that the Dark Cavalry's full-scale attack was near, he found himself with no counter-strategy.
