Among the sound of the thunderous hooves was the sound of the sand on the ground trembling slightly.
It sounded like the whole world was collapsing.
Under the lighting of the fire, the cavaliers on the sand dune were indistinct. Countless hooves struck the sand floor, bringing a dull, thunderous roar to the ears. Thales could hardly hear the nearest voice.
They rushed towards the small campsite of the merchant group.
They got closer and closer.
"No, no no," said Tormorden, the completely terrified owner of the merchant group. He looked at the group of orcs who were in front of him and looked at Shattered Stone Tribe, who was running away from them. He finally looked back to see the Constellation cavaliers, who were sweeping towards them from every single part of his field of vision. He muttered while completely scared out of his wits, "We… we…"
The other merchants were not that much better than he was, and some even cried in fear.
