'How is this possible?'
'Just ten minutes ago, my Centaur scouts reported that the Elf Corps was in an open field.'
'How could a Thorn Jungle surround them in just seven short minutes?'
'Even if the Elf Clan is truly skilled with Magic, this is beyond a simple question of their talent. The enemy's strength... it seems to be several times greater than my own!'
Zhao Tianlai found it hard to believe.
But at this point, he was committed and couldn't turn back.
The Centaur Corps had already charged this far. If they suddenly stopped, it would only devastate their morale.
'Charge on the first drum; falter on the second; fail on the third!'
Stopping would only turn them into living targets for the Elf Corps.
So,
"Warriors of the Centaur Clan, War Trample!"
"Charge straight through!"
They were surrounded by the Thorn Jungle on three sides, with only one side wide open.
