Foiled!

Perhaps letting slip their whereabouts had led them to being surrounded by the enemy?

Remembering Arismede's warning, Yang Ling didn't dare let his guard slip. Summoning a few Horned Bee Beasts, he quietly crept out to scope the situation. His left hand held a Wizard Amulet, while the right formed a seal. He steeled himself, getting ready to summon the Beast Army at a moment's notice.

They came quickly - before long, he had a clear grasp on his surroundings. 

The cold wind blew across the snowy plains; a group of shabbily-clad tribesmen appeared out of nowhere. Ogres carrying wolf fang staffs, barbarians holding boulders...even a gnome bearing a wooden stick, plus a few stray irregular soldiers.