"What the fuck..."
When Ma Lou saw the level panels popping up one after another, he nearly slid right off his horse!
He clamped a hand over his mouth and forcibly swallowed the curse already rising in his throat.
Level 52?
Late Third Tier?
Out in the wild, that kind of insane combat power could make someone a final Boss, someone who could pin players like them to the ground and utterly destroy them.
Yet in Winterhold's core district, they were only fucking security guards watching the gate?
Ma Lou's scalp prickled, and a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out across his back.
Faced with an overwhelming gap in raw levels, the arrogance of the fourth catastrophe and the pride of the Server-Wide Number One Sneak were all fucking worthless!
Ma Lou immediately behaved himself.
He tucked his neck into his ragged robe and placed both hands neatly on his knees, looking like a well-behaved child visiting the city for the first time. He did not even dare breathe too loudly.
Soon, the four pegasi stopped before the stone steps at the foot of the Divine Hall.
Ma Lou followed Kairils and carefully dismounted.
The High Priest of Winterhold ahead of them also climbed down from his Snowwing Pegasus.
He turned toward Kairils, whose face was still pale, and spoke slowly:
"Kairils, His Excellency the Archbishop is already waiting for you in the Divine Hall."
The High Priest's voice carried an unquestionable coldness and authority:
"His Excellency wishes to hear your report in person regarding the details of that Novice Knight squad's annihilation, as well as everything concerning the unusual activities of the Cultists in the Black Forest."
At that, the High Priest's deep, icy eyes shifted slightly.
His gaze landed disdainfully on Ma Lou, who stood beside them