In the middle of the rain, a large army of cavalry marching through the wasteland, numbering about 4,000, all trolls, riding velociraptors. At the front of the procession stood a large blue flag, and a pair of crossed black spears embroidered on it formed a "ten" figure.

This army is the famous Cross Velociraptor Regiment of the Darkspear Troll Tribe.

Their army was divided into three parts, with the large army in the center and a long column on each side, with a cavalry cluster of 500 men on each side, guarding the two wings, and the three armies were 1 kilometer apart and marched in unison.

At the very front of the Middle Route Army, that is, where the Legion banner was located, the Legion Commander Serkin looked left and right, his brows tightly locked, and his face was soaked in the cold rain.

Originally a branch of the Gulabash Troll Empire, the Darkspear Trolls lived in the southernmost part of the Eastern Kingdom, next to the Valley of Thorns in Treasure Bay, and later followed Thrall to establish the Orc Empire, and after completion, they stayed in the middle of Kalimdor and mingled with the Orcs in Durotar.

Durontar is a warm, dry place, with very little rain, let alone so cold, so marching in such a bleak cold rain is very difficult for the soldiers, including those riding velociraptors. Well, whoever marches in such rain without shelter will probably not be in a good mood, even if it is a local.

"Is tonight's campsite arranged?" Serkin looked ahead and asked the staff officer beside him.

"As planned, we'll get to the sweet water well at dusk, where we can camp." The staff officer stood up on his feet and looked west, the sun was naturally invisible, and he was looking for his own scouts.

The trolls had excellent eyesight, and through the heavy rain, he could see the black dot about two kilometers away. However, the velociraptor seemed a little strange, so he kept staring at it.

At this moment, a cavalryman from each of the left and right armies broke away from the brigade, carrying a small yellow flag on his back, and rushed towards the front of the Chinese army, which was the messenger to contact the various armies.

"Report!" The two heralds were still five hundred meters away when they shouted at the top of their lungs, and they dragged on a long tail until they reached Serkin's side.

"Say." Serkin's voice was colder than the cold rain.

"Lord Overseer, none of the five scouts we sent out returned on time." The herald of the Left Route Army bowed his head and said.

The herald of the right army was stunned when he heard this, and also lowered his head: "Our scouts have all lost contact."

Hearing this, Serkin's hand holding the reins tightened, is the enemy coming?

This matter is a bit unreasonable, judging from the intelligence, most of the adventurers in the Bella Valley have been evacuated, and their living force should be less than 1,000 people, so many people are very difficult to defend according to the danger, how can they come out of the valley to meet the attack? If they really came, then the enemy army was faster than their own side, and why were they in such a hurry to engage in battle?

"Counselor, tell me what you think." Serkin breathed a sigh of relief again, it would have been better to start the war earlier, in this damn weather, he simply didn't want to stay for a day.

The staff officer did not answer Serkin's question, he stood until now, and finally saw the velociraptor clearly.

"There, our scouts are back!" The staff officer pointed ahead and shouted, and everyone perked up when they heard this, and looked in the direction he was pointing.

Whether it's good news or bad news, in short, the army needs news, otherwise they won't even be able to find the direction on this rainy day with no sunset.

In full view, a riding velociraptor ran over, hissing all the way, and the scout did return, but instead of riding in a saddle, he was dragged through the mud.

When Serkin saw this scene, he pulled the reins with his left hand, raised his right hand and clenched his fist hard, and the drummer behind him subconsciously knocked hard.

Boom!

As soon as the drums started, the 4,000-strong army stopped brushing together.

With a low roar, the velociraptor dragged the corpse all the way to the front of the army, restlessly staggering in place, the scout's corpse had been dragged into a mud figure. The two soldiers hurriedly jumped off their mounts, untied the reins on the corpse's legs, and flipped the corpse on its back.

But it didn't work, the corpse's face had long been worn out of shape, and it was completely impossible to see who it was.

"It looks like all 10 of our scouts are dead." After the staff officer finished speaking, he raised his head and looked around, these 10 teams of scouts were guarding ten directions, if they were all dead, was this side surrounded?

Thinking of this, the staff officer shook his head, hundreds of people surrounded thousands of people? Are you kidding!

"Send a liaison officer and ask for instructions from the Overseer." The staff officer instructed his adjutant.

The adjutant beside him gritted his teeth and whispered back: "After our liaison officer went to the Chinese army at noon, he never came back."

When the staff officer heard this, his color changed and he turned his head to stare at the adjutant. Without waiting for him to reprimand, Serkin waved his hand to stop it, his face extremely solemn.

"Herald." Serkin ordered in a deep voice, and the generals hurriedly gathered around to listen.

"With scouts in place, sweeping the front and flanks, the army changed to a hasty march and hurried to the sweet water well and set up camp." Serkin said and waved his hand heavily.

Woo...... Woo......

The trumpeter played the trumpet, and the drummer beat the war drum, and the drum beat faster and faster, and soon it was as dense as raindrops. The 4,000-strong army moved to the beat of the drums, in unison, and the pace became more and more urgent, and soon it was like a surge.

The cavalry regiment crossed the border, the mountains roared and the tsunami roared, the earth "rumbled" and shook, and the raindrops seemed to fall on the drum surface, which was broken and bounced, and a layer of mist rose on the ground.

"No matter what tricks you play, dare to stand in the way of my army?!" Looking at his mighty army, Serkin's heart was agitated, although the Knights of the Falling Star were strong, could they stop this avalanche-like charge?!

As if in response to his disdain, the crusaders had just rushed to their feet when suddenly another majestic trumpet came from the left flank.

The 4,000 cavalry looked over their heads and saw a white horse standing on top of a mound 3 kilometers to the left, backed by a churning lead cloud, which was particularly conspicuous. Immediately, the knight held a horn in his left hand, raised his head and blew it to the sky, and in his right hand he held a large blue flag, waving it in the wind.

The trumpet stopped, and the knight turned his horse's head and ran in the same direction as the Crusaders, his fiery cloak blown in a straight line that fluttered two meters back.

"What kind of Legion's flag is that?" Serkin asked with a cold face, not looking at the ride.

The staff officer lowered the telescope in his hand, frowned, and said: "That's a big flag with a purple star on a blue background, representing another light cavalry of the enemy, the Falling Star Escort Regiment."

"Ordered the scouts to take their flags." Serkin coldly ordered.

Receiving the order, a passionate trumpet sounded, and the Left Route Army immediately divided a scout team of 30 people and rushed towards the big flag.

The standard-bearer ignored this, and he rode alongside the Crusaders over the rolling steppes of the highlands. Suddenly, after he crossed a small mound, several velociraptor cavalry flashed out from behind the slope and followed behind the flag, and the scout team that had killed them was still two kilometers away.

Expressionless, Sergein led the army in a straight line.

To the left of the Crusaders, the banner crossed a mound again, and this time several cavalry joined the ranks.

The scout team that chased after continued to approach at a reduced speed. In the direction of their charge, two more squads joined the queue behind the flag.