The broadcast sounded loudly, and the elven nobles rushed out of various entertainment facilities, their faces filled with panic. However, they managed to maintain some composure and returned to their rooms.
Some armed elves emerged with guards, vigilantly scanning the western horizon.
Teams of elven guards quickly reached their respective positions on the airship. The alchemical cannons at the edge of the gondola were adjusted upward, aiming towards the west.
Miligas wore a grim expression, having already guessed who the attackers were. He slammed his fist hard against the wooden wall, producing a loud thud.
"Damn it, these evil orcs dare to attack an airship filled with elven nobles. It's enough to make them guilty of genocide!"
