"Damn it!"
Ovid looked at Priest Enkai, who was now beyond any help, and angrily punched the tree trunk beside him.
As he watched the handful of Winterhold Knights with barely any health left get farther and farther away, the greed in Ovid's eyes finally overcame his reason.
Priest Enkai was finished.
Didn't that mean all the credit for slaughtering Winterhold's entire squad would fall to Ovid alone?
"Warriors of the Holy Church! We can't let them escape like this!"
Ovid raised his Bone Blade and roared, his face twisted:
"That white-haired knight is exhausted! This is our heaven-sent opportunity!"
"And our two brothers from Blood-Weeping Ridge have already gone after them! They might already be fighting them!"
"Everyone, follow me! Even if we have to chase them all the way to Winterhold today, we're chopping those heretics into mincemeat!"
"Kill!!"
The twenty-odd Cultists who remained seemed to have been infected by Ovid's madness as well.
Brandishing their Magic Staffs and weapons, they followed Ovid with howls and charged in the direction the Winterhold Knights had fled.
"Phone Bro, are we going after them?"
[You've Cried Already] watched the main group rush off and hurriedly lowered his voice to ask [Give Me Your Phone] beside him.
"Like hell we are!"
[Give Me Your Phone] rolled his eyes, unable to resist complaining:
"Those dumbass NPCs might not know any better, but don't we?"
"Even if Kairils is exhausted, he's still riding a warhorse! With those stubby little legs of theirs, they couldn't even catch a whiff of his farts before they went cold."
Despite saying that, these two sneaky bastards always committed to the act.
If they really refused to pursue now, it would be a little out of character.
"Captain Ovid, wait for us!"
Lin Shen abruptly twitched his facial