"Holy shit..."
Ma Lou hid behind the corner, dumbstruck, his Adam's apple bobbing with a strained swallow.
Seemingly noticing the commotion at the street corner, one of the warhorses turned its head toward Ma Lou.
When it saw the sleazy refugee hiding there in his ragged robes,
the warhorse turned its head aside in an almost human gesture, rolled its eyes upward slightly, and snorted through its nostrils.
It was as if it had rolled its eyes right at Ma Lou!
Normally, if a mount looked down on him like that, Ma Lou would have marched up, pointed at its nose, and cursed it out. He might even have thrown a rock at it to salvage his pride.
But now, Ma Lou wasn't angry in the slightest. Instead, his entire body shook violently with excitement!
"Holy shit! Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!!!"
"Warhorses with wings?!"
"What kind of god-tier stuff just spawned in Graycliff Town?!"
Ma Lou stared fixedly at those magnificent pairs of wings, drool almost spilling down his chin.
"A pet system? Or mount mechanics?!"
"This damn game actually has spirit beasts!"
He had always thought Awakening of the Old Gods went for a purely dark, realistic style. The Abyss Mutants on the map were all hostile and could only be killed, never tamed.
Yet now, magical creatures straight out of a fantasy story had appeared!
Ma Lou's mind raced, all sorts of outrageous fantasies springing up like mushrooms after rain:
Now he finally understood why this game dared call itself an era-defining masterpiece!
The sheer scope of its world, the fantastical depths hidden beneath the Wasteland-it was practically bottomless!
Only a few pegasi had appeared for now, but what about later?
Could dragons be hiding deep within Winterhold?
Once their levels were high enough, could they