"So far, it's working out great," Markus muttered, forcibly holding back his chuckle. "I didn't expect them to react so strongly if I were, to be honest," he added, looking to the back at the group chasing right after them.
"No one likes to have their emissary beheaded," Layn replied with a small smirk. "Although rather than this chase, I have actually a big hope to how this small ploy will influence the situation of our friends behind the wall," he added.
The two groups were stuck in a relentless race on the vast emptiness of the grassy desert. With Layn's group running away and the Slavians of the unfriendly faction roughly a mile behind them, one would expect the two groups to meet up pretty soon.
After all, the Slavians were all on horseback, and from the looks of things, they spared no mercy for their mounts. On the other hand, Layn's group was entirely on foot, looking like a bunch of thieves attempting to escape the chase of law enforcers.
