“Go check for traps,” Woroca commanded, wary of falling into the same kind of ambush as before.

At his order, a hundred barbarian warriors rode toward the Rayfold army’s formation, their horses galloping heavily.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!

The warriors approached the Rayfold army and inspected the surrounding area, including the edge of the distant shrubland just in case.

The Rayfold forces made no response. They didn’t loose arrows or cast spells.

It was as if they were deliberately allowing the inspection, exuding an air of confidence that grated on Woroca’s nerves.

“Arrogant bastards… Let’s see how long they can …