"Clip-clop, clip-clop..."
The hoofbeats faded into the distance, kicking up dust across the wilderness.
Standing among the crowd, Ma Lou and Jiahao stared dumbfounded at Lodov's receding figure, then abruptly exchanged a glance.
An unmistakable flash of wild delight lit up both their eyes!!
"Holy shit!!!"
Outwardly, Ma Lou stood obediently by the roadside, but inside, he was already running calculations so fast they practically threw off sparks.
Their original twenty-man regular army contingent had just been cut in half by Kairils himself!
That left only three Second-Tier Knights, six first-tier knights, and Kairils, a tough opponent at the peak second tier.
For the players who had already laid an inescapable ambush around Fog Town, that reduction in fighting power was practically a drop from "hell difficulty" straight to "medium difficulty"!
With the ambush force currently in Fog Town, the Cultist cannon fodder Phone Bro had brought over, and himself and Jiahao ready to turn on them at any moment...
"With our lineup against their ten guys, wouldn't this just be a complete stomp?"
Ma Lou rubbed his chin. Not only had his anxiety vanished completely, he had even begun worrying on behalf of these knights from Winterhold.
With so few men left, if they really ran into the ambush at the edge of the Black Forest...
What if everyone got carried away and, together with the Cultists, wiped them all out without leaving anyone alive to go back and report? How were they supposed to pin the blame on someone else then?
"Sigh... this is the sorrow of being too strong!"
"Not only do we have to figure out how to win, we also have to plan escape routes for the enemy NPCs."
Ma Lou sighed, looking every bit the lonely champion for whom being invincible was a burden.