With Prince Trilman's order, the entire Beastman Camp stirred into action.
A clamor erupted everywhere.
Several miles from the Beastman Camp, a group of Gnolls and earth goblins stared at the terrain before them, engaged in a heated discussion.
In the midst of their intense discussion, a Gnoll cavalryman suddenly charged in, interrupting them.
That's right, the Gnolls had cavalry. This was a special version supplied by Robson, pairing hulking Gnolls with stout, small horses.
The Gnoll cavalryman didn't look at the other Chieftains, but turned to Chief Mole instead.
"Chieftain, the Beastmen have set out. They've dispatched about five thousand men to intercept us," the Gnoll Knight reported.
He was a fifth-rank Gnoll, so estimating enemy numbers was a simple matter for him.
Chief Mole nodded and looked around at the still-bickering Chieftains.
"Enough! Quiet!" Chief Mole roared.
"The Lord anticipated this."
