The midday sun was shining on the Sky Ice Plain, bringing a slight warmth.
However, the warriors of the Troll Army only felt a bone-chilling cold.
At some point, the silhouettes of the Dark Cavalry scout cavalry started appearing around the army, watching them from a distance, as if eyeing their prey.
Compared to the more than two hundred thousand trolls in the Troll Army, these Dark Cavalry scouts seemed like ants next to an elephant, weak, unremarkable, as if the elephant could trample them to death with a casual lift of its foot.
However, the one who was actually nervous, was the "elephant", the obese Troll Army.
The original victorious army of more than two hundred thousand, inevitably got scattered during the long march, especially the Rear Army responsible for transporting the spoils, which lost sight of the Forward Army long ago.