Half-elf palace, main hall.
The sounds of fierce fighting and the strong smell of blood kept coming from outside the hall, making people feel uneasy.
The old king sat high on the throne, silent and with a deep look in his eyes.
Prince William walked quickly from outside the palace, his body still covered with traces of blood and fighting.
"Your Majesty, the situation outside has been basically confirmed. The rebels are fighting under the banner of the House of Savoy, and the two squadrons of the Silver Moon Guard are involved, and they are the two squadrons controlled by my uncle... Duke Rutte."
"It's Savoy..." The old king showed a trace of helplessness on his face, "I realized a long time ago that they were still hiding in a corner of Silvermoon City, so I pretended to be dying of old age, just to lure them out.
Haha, I didn't expect that! They actually chose this time to jump out!"
"Your Majesty, what should we do now?"
