Three Calamity Tokens!
Those things could summon calamity projections wielding the power of deity authority!
Even if the Black Forest didn't have that much flesh and blood to sacrifice, surely they could summon at least three second-tier calamity projections?
With such a terrifying force, taking some outlying place like Fog Town should have been nothing.
Even attacking a powerful midsized city-state would have given them a very good chance of victory, wouldn't it?
Yet now, someone had actually come to tell him...
That this invincible army, powerful enough to sweep through the outlying wilderness...
Had not only failed to take Fog Town, but had also been fucking out of contact for two days?
The priest laughed in sheer fury, deep bewilderment showing in his eyes beneath his mask.
"Even if you led a thousand pigs to attack Fog Town, those townsfolk couldn't kill them all in two days, even if they worked themselves to death!"
"That shitty statue in Fog Town barely has a breath left in it, and they hardly have any proper knights. What could it possibly protect?"
"Did those idiots from Blood-Weeping Ridge get lost, or did they all blow themselves up out in the wilderness?"
"Anyone who didn't know better would think they'd gone to launch a surprise attack on Winterhold!"
The cultist dangling in midair went white with terror and stammered out a reply.
"R-reporting to you, honored priest."
"The High Priest also finds this extremely suspicious."
"Our people went to Fog Town specifically to check. The message they sent back was... Fog Town's barrier hasn't shattered."
"Not only hasn't it shattered, it's even... even gotten stronger!"
At that, the priest abruptly released his grip.
The cultist hit the ground with a thud, gasping for breath.
The priest paid him no further attention, instead sinking