Hupan Town has fallen. Even though the two orc battles have passed for more than ten years, Hupan Town has fallen.

Thousands of residents fled Hupan Town during the crisis, but the number of deaths and missing people still exceeded 300 or 400. Some people said that the Zhishui Lake was covered with corpses, and the flames and blood soaked the entire embankment on both sides of the Zhishui Bridge into red.

It was several days after the news reached Stormwind City, because almost all the messengers were intercepted and killed halfway by werewolf. Until Stormwind City was filled with refugees who wanted to enter, the people in the city learned about this.

All the human nobles were very shocked. They did not expect that these orcs who wandered outside would have such strong organizational capabilities. From the humans who escaped, they could still know that the orcs had completely formed an alliance with the werewolf.

The Magisters' Sanctuary was not surprised by this. Their previous efforts to block Morgans' control of the werewolves had completely failed because the nobles were unwilling to provide support.

And the culprit of all this is either the king who has no idea who should trust since the end of the Orc War, or Madame Katrana Presto, or her "faithful follower" Lord Bervar Fortagen.

The throne hall of Storm Fortress was already in a quarrel, and the young Varian Wrien sat in the center and supported her head with her hands, constantly massaged her eyes and sideburns, as if this would make the quarrel pass faster.

The king is less than thirty years old now, but the displaced childhood and the chaos at the end of the war made him mature quickly, and his temperament and image exceeded his actual age.

Since the Presto family entered Stormwind, Varian felt that he had found a wise consultant, who seemed more confident and at ease in handling state affairs, but this fall of Lakeside Town made him suspicious.

His current close friend, Mrs. Katrana Preisto, has always supported the reduction of Stormwind's troops in the surrounding kingdom autonomous territory, a policy that will help Stormwind have sufficient funds for post-war recovery and reconstruction.

But now the Black Stone Orc's raid on Lakeside Town is easily successful, causing her and the king who supports her to fall into a vortex of public opinion.

Mrs. Preisto was standing on the steps in front of the throne, looking straight at the nobles standing beneath the steps with her chest, and responding indifferently to all attacks against her.

"Madam! Madam!"

The nobles quarreled to let her listen to their rebukes, but their voices were messy, and countless mouths were opening and closing, and no one could hear clearly.

"You once stopped the king from sending troops to Chiji Mountain on the grounds of reducing military expenditure. You think reducing military expenditures is the most important thing to alleviate finances. Now that the largest dominant in the kingdom has fallen, you wouldn't say that this is also one of the plans to reduce expenditures, right?"

"I wonder if the economic situation in the city will be as cheered up as you hoped after such a tax-paying area?"

After a nobleman finished speaking, he laughed, and the nobles standing with him next to him laughed.

"Note your words, Lord Antedelai." Varian raised his eyes and whispered: "Sarcasm and sarcasm will not solve the problem. The most important thing now is how to retake Lakeside Town and maintain the people's confidence and expectations of me."

"The Black Stone Orcs are in a stage of high morale. Your Majesty, now they will suffer heavy losses when they fight head-on. And I don't think our soldiers can gather together in a short time and fight with the elite soldiers of the Black Stone clan in a short time."

The person who spoke was Bervar Ftagen, a middle-aged man with a brunette and one of Varian's confidants and important consultants.

Of course, although Mrs. Presto gradually took power in recent years and Berval's reputation has taken a sharp turn for the worse due to some rumors, he is still respected by the court officials because of his dual identities as Paladins and war heroes.

Berval was Varian's important military adviser, and his military advice Varian rarely questioned.

"In other words, not only can we not retake Lakeside Town in a short time, but we must even beware of them moving westward?" The king's tone was filled with dissatisfaction and disappointment.

"Yes, your Majesty," Andrey continued, "We should call the legions of Gran Town, and even Sentinel Ridge to the East Valley to block the possible invasion of the tribal gangsters."

"If necessary, you should ask for help from the alpine dwarves."

"Stop these meaningless threatening remarks!" Katrana stopped Antetra's suggestion: "If I remember correctly, your fiefdom is south of the East Valley, very close to Red Ridge Mountain. Do you know that Red Ridge Mountain's were gangsters have recently begun to regroup and form alliances with the orcs?"

"Of course I know!" Lord Andrey couldn't hear anyone mocking him for not understanding his fiefdom, and almost jumped up and said, "After the war, there were stakes tribes of about a hundred people in my territory. Now they have all gone north and entered the area of ​​Chiji Mountain. Of course I know a leader who ruled them."

"But what does this mean? These things are completely incompatible with your decision-making mistakes! The werewolf is just an accomplice..."

"As far as I know, it is not a gnoll chief or general who gathers them, but a human... a mage, who was once a member of the sanctuary of the wizard, Mr. Morgans."

After saying that, Katrana looked back at the young man standing at the base of the wall - Lord Dalcomb, the newly-entered Presto retainer, who had entered the palace. Dalcomb also lowered his head slightly to express his response.

"This has nothing to do with the sanctuary!" A court wizard came up and looked at the king and said, "We have expelled Morgans from the kingdom. What he did is not responsible for, Your Majesty."

"Yes, a wizard who secretly practices the evil orc magic of secretly receives a simple expulsion. Are you afraid that he will be confined to your big library and be restricted, so that he can go out to find a wider world and display his black magic talent?"

Katrana sneered when she was excited, her eyes almost defeated the representative of the wizard sanctuary on the spot.

The mage was so angry and humiliated that he couldn't speak for a while, so he had to say: "We have done what we can..."

"The black magic brought by the shadow has become a big trouble in Stormwind City, everyone." Mrs. Presto looked around the nobles and stated: "We have seen the status quo of Red Ridge Mountain, which is the masterpiece of the wizard who defected from the sanctuary of the wizard. Lakeside Town was captured by zombies and orcs. A beautiful town standing by the shore of Zhishui Lake for hundreds of years ended with such a ridiculous ending."

"I suggest that all the casters in Stormwind City be cleaned up immediately, so that those warlocks who practice dark magic can no longer hide, and that every 'Morgans' will be punished appropriately, rather than simply expelling them. This kind of treatment is almost a reward for malice who are ill-hearted!"

"You are changing the subject, damn!" Anderlay took another step excitedly.

A bald nobleman wearing a red noble robe next to him shouted angrily: "Please pay attention to your words, Lord Andrey, we are not those bandits who are fucking in the sewer!"

"This is not your part, Lescova..."

"Okay, Lord Antedelai." Varian Wrien shook his head and said, "My ancestors paid a huge price for the Gnoll War. I don't want this tragedy to happen again here."

"Mrs. I'm right. If it weren't for the dark magic performed by the warlock, Lakeside Town wouldn't have been so easily broken."

Katrana Preisto sorted out her neckline, slanted her eyes and swept her a few nobles who tried to push the blame on her, completely in a form of a winner.

The referees are all from me, so what are you fighting with me?
Chapter completed!