The Orcs looked around in shock, only to see waves of Black Cavalry troops charging towards them from all directions.
"How could the Cavalry surround us without us noticing anything?" Prince Gombak punched the nearby orc in anger, "What are the scouts doing? How did they not notice that we are surrounded?"
The Black Cavalry was charging quickly.
Accompanied by the thundering of hooves, dozens of cavalry units closed in on the trolls from all sides.
Each unit of Black Cavalry numbered about a thousand, totaling less than twenty thousand soldiers. Compared to the sixty thousand Orcs, it was like ants attacking a towering tree.
Yet, the Black Cavalry charged as if they were the masters of the battlefield.
As they neared the Orcs army, the Black Cavalry suddenly shifted, skimming past the Orcs flanks.
They drew their bows and loosed their arrows, and soon, the twang of bowstrings filled the air.
