While everyone was whispering, the officials on the high platform began to speak, and the voices spread throughout the garden in the south of the city, and the discussions gradually subsided.

"The coalition failed, Dalaran was mercilessly trampled on by hundreds of thousands of demons and undead, and 80,000 soldiers fighting for the north were killed, including thousands of elite soldiers of our tribe. In the past half month, we have been confused and helpless, looking forward to the news about the prince, but..."

The red robe official paused.

"The Silver Moon Council has found out the truth about the prince's disappearance. This is a regrettable news, but we must make it public-the mage we sent to Tarenmere has found out: His Highness Kelthas, he left us..."

Although this is not the first time I have heard of the prince's death, many civilians are still heartbroken and bow their heads.

To the former high elves, Prince Kelthas was extremely distant and even a little strange. Because this heir to the next Sun King, he lived in Dalaran for many years and engaged in magic education and rarely appeared in front of the people.

Until the destruction of the Kingdom of Quelthalas, he returned to his clan to take over the banner of the leader, led his clan members to fight against foreign enemies and recover his homeland. His return was like the dawn, illuminating the haze of the blood elves.

In just a few months, the prince quickly controlled the situation and restored the decline. His prestige soon became deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and all his tribesmen regarded it as the incarnation of hope. He was the blood elf hero, the pride of the sun chaser's bloodline, and the well-deserved sun king of the Kingdom of Quelthalas.

The red robe official looked around for a week, took a deep breath, and continued: "Comrades, now is not the time to be sad. No one in the north can stop the pace of the Burning Legion. We must unite! Only in order to survive this disaster. Several months ago, we proved to the world that we are the strongest race, and the blood elves will never compromise with fate, and never! The Silver Moon Council is under the verge of office, and it is bound to uphold the prince's will, leading our clan out of the predicament, and let the ever-extinguished light shine on Quel'thalas again!"

"For Quel'thalas!"

"For Quel'thalas..."

The words of the Red Robe officials were extremely contagious. Driven by the few stakes in the audience, the public's grief and anger quickly turned into roars and shouted in unison, and the sound waves rose higher and higher.

After the public's passionate emotions calmed down, the red-robed official pressed his hands and said righteously: "But I have another terrible news to bring to everyone. Among us is a traitor, Angma, the consultant who used to surround the prince, and now the three magicians. We have found out that in fact, he is the spy installed by the Scourge Corps by the prince!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

"He has always been fooling His Highness with sweet words, making His Highness believe in the so-called "extinguishing threats from the country" policy, and finally made a regretful decision that everyone who hears is regretful. We not only lost the prince, but also the lives of more than a dozen of the most knowledgeable mages, but also thousands of compatriots."

The red robe official paused for a moment, and a deep sadness appeared in his eyes, but he then waved his arms and gritted his teeth:

"The undead destroyed the two most powerful kingdoms in the north one after another, which is enough to prove how terrible the strength of the Scourge is. It is obviously impossible to defeat the Scourge Legion by just a joint army of tens of thousands of soldiers! Even the Bandinor barrier is useless for the Scourge Legion. It destroyed most of Quelthalas in just half a month. How about the small Dalaran? What's more, we almost suffered the disaster of extermination earlier. At this time, we should have rested and slowly accumulated strength. Everyone knows that it is not rational to send troops rashly... The prince also knew this. But he still believed the "advice" of the Scourge spies. Even if the Silver Moon Council repeatedly advised and persuaded him, it was useless. Why?"

Just as the public's resentment reached its peak, the official said, "Because the Scourge was ready before attacking Quelthalas! They had bribed the magician and Silver Moon Councillor Darkan Delahir and learned the secret of the Bandinor barrier. Not only that, the undead also installed Angma beside the prince... We have sufficient reason to believe that there are many spies like him among us. They have controlled the high positions of the kingdom, the mage group, the military leaders, and even you, there may be a long-hidden spy lurking around you!"

"Under the 'extremely promoted' of these high-ranking natural disaster spies, even the wisest king will misjudgment the situation and make false decisions that the country will be frustrated. Look, the natural disaster army has achieved their goal, and they designed to kill the highness of our clan and all the senior leaders! It can be foreseeable that they will take this opportunity to attack and completely occupy the land we have lived in for seven thousand years!"

The crowd was in an uproar again and whispered to each other.

Suddenly, Angma looked aside.

Just now, he seemed to have discovered a strange magic wave spreading from a very far place. It was not caused by normal spells... it was not the aftermath of a single mage casting spell, because it was impossible to have such a radiation range.

Under the influence of this magic, panic began to spread.

Someone couldn't help asking, "What should we do? Do we really have to escape?"

People have finally survived the most difficult period, and no one wants to experience the pain of the war-torn home again.

The red envelope official looked around for a week and saw the panicked expressions of the people. He said in an extremely determined voice: "This is our home, we will not go anywhere! The Silver Moon Council will stand on the front line and lead all the blood elves who are willing to defend their country to fight for their hometown! But before that, the Silver Moon Council must take the lead in eliminating internal threats and uncovering the spies hidden among us. It is time to liquidate with these traitors."

"Yes, find out these despicable traitors!"

"Punish them severely!"

Under the influence of magic, after experiencing the betrayal of Dalkan, the blood elf civilians who had long hated any words related to this interpretation were red and shouted wildly.

...

Feeling the abnormal anger of the crowd, Angma frowned.

Some people are using large-scale spells to incite the most primitive anger in the hearts of these civilians.

This is not normal.

Angma looked at the heavily guarded Silver Moon City and actually smelled a trace of it in the air...

The breath of the devil?

Thanks to the Nine Turns Holy Spirit for the reward~
Chapter completed!