"This..."
A newly inducted cultist stared dumbfounded at the fleeing players, then glanced at the Winterhold knight on the ground, who had already been "scared witless."
He swallowed and asked [Give Me Your Phone], who stood before him, "Captain, are we still going after those refugees?"
Looking at his eager cultist underlings, who could hardly wait to charge after the players, [Give Me Your Phone] felt his heart lurch.
Chase them?
Like hell we will!
You dozen-odd cannon fodder have only just reached the first tier, and you want to chase a mixed squad of a dozen players from the Second Beta Test and Third Closed Beta?
With Ji God, one of the big shots from the First Closed Beta, leading them, no less!
You'd barely make it out of the Black Forest before Ji God and the others pinned you down and beat the loot out of you!
[Give Me Your Phone] certainly wasn't going to let them stupidly hand the players free kills.
After all, this was his first time leading a squad on a mission. He absolutely couldn't lose too many men!
It would be bad if that hurt his career prospects down the line!
"Never pursue a desperate enemy!"
[Give Me Your Phone] decisively raised his hand in a stern gesture to stop them.
He turned to his underlings, who looked a little disappointed at missing the chance to earn battle honors, and spoke with calm assurance:
"They're just a bunch of refugees led astray by a Winterhold knight."
"Even if we caught them and killed every last one, how much useful flesh and blood could we squeeze out of them?"
He pointed at the Winterhold Novice Knight on the ground, who was now questioning his entire existence, and curled his lips into a cruel sneer: