Ambush

Benjamin continued flying toward the border. It was not until three hours later that he spotted some vague figures on the distant horizon again.

He swiftly descended and hid behind a large boulder.

"Those... are priests from The Church, aren't they?"

Benjamin could see that some of the figures had emerged from the ground, while others flew through the sky. As the distance closed slightly, that conclusion became even more certain.

A cavalry force nearly ten thousand strong, mixed with quite a few priests and even bishops. They charged forward menacingly, pursuing along the route of Ikor's retreating army.

Seeing this, Benjamin felt that things were not looking good.

Such a massive force of pursuers meant that the rear guard Ikor had left behind had probably been sacrificed almost to the last man.

Moreover, this pursuit force was extremely fast. According to the system's calculations, they would catch up to Ikor's retreating army in half a day. And once the two sides collided... Benjamin found it difficult to predict who would win, but there certainly would not be a good outcome.

At that moment, he realized that he might have to do something.

"I advise you not to act rashly," the system warned. "Since The Church has marched out, Grant is probably fighting with the army too. If you show yourself on the battlefield, that guy will definitely rush over at top speed. You can't deal with Grant while also handling so many bishops."

"...I know."

"Besides, don't underestimate this army. According to the scan, there are at least a dozen bishops among them. You might not be able to get much of an advantage against them either."

"..."

Benjamin shook his head helplessly.

Did the system really think he was going to charge out and fight ten thousand people