They thought the battle was yet to start, but they were wrong.
The battle had already long started, and the rules of the game were not decided by them but by their enemies.
From the very moment they left Scorpion City, they had already stepped into Thoren's battlefield.
Every movement they made.
All of it was already under Thoren's control.
Under the undead Echo Scarabs, all their actions were as clear as day to Thoren. The tiny undead scouts silently hovered high above the battlefield.
What the Scorpion Army scouts found was nothing but an illusion to confuse them.
The undead army Thoren deliberately revealed was only a tiny portion of his true strength. They thought their enemies numbered only over one thousand, but they were wrong.
Very wrong.
Beyond the towering dunes, thousands upon thousands of undead patiently waited. Ready to strike.
Standing on his mount, he turned his head and looked in the direction where the messengers went and sneered.
