Knight Viel had already dismounted and begun examining the First-Tier Knight's wounds.
Blood had stained half the knight's armor red. A horrific hole gaped in his chest, and even his heart had been shredded by that savage devouring power.
Viel raised his head and reported to Kairils in a hoarse voice:
"Captain..."
"They were ruthless. They went straight for the kill..."
"He... can't be saved!"
At those words.
The atmosphere, already icy, froze solid.
Ma Lou and Jiahao sat on horseback and exchanged a discreet glance.
It worked!
Blood had been spilled. Someone had died!
Not even God himself could settle this feud now!
Kairils slowly closed his eyes.
An icy wind swept through the dense woods, stirring his long, snow-silver hair.
"Phew..."
He gently exhaled a cloud of white mist.
When he opened his eyes again, nothing remained in his ice-blue pupils but pure killing intent and destruction!
He did not care whether the attacker was a remnant of Blood-Weeping Ridge or a secret weapon of Black Forest.
In his eyes.
As long as they carried the stench of the Abyss, as long as their hands were stained with the blood of Winterhold's knights.
Every last one of those cultists deserved to become an ice sculpture on the frozen plains!
"You scum of the Abyss."
Kairils slowly raised the massive White Long Halberd in his hand.
Its tip pointed toward the dark mass of more than fifty cultists ahead.
An almost tangible power of winter erupted from his body, instantly transforming the woodland within several meters into a world of ice and snow!
"Face winter's judgment."
There was no more wasted talk.
With Kairils's icy pronouncement.
"Kill!"
The First-Tier Knights behind him had long been seething with anger. Seeing their comrade die so horribly drove them into a complete