บท 147: 147 Bloody (Part 2)_1

Early winter in the Silver Moon City was quite chilly, the occasional cold wind brought up a large amount of dust, obscuring the sky.

This Garden City, once meticulously cared for by the Half-Elves, had not been properly cleaned in a long while.

Ever since the coup half a month ago, the shadow of war had been hanging over the Silver Moon City, suffocating the townsfolk who were barely able to catch their breath.

Now, this oppression seemed to have reached its peak, even the normally docile Half-Elves seemed unable to suppress the fear and frustration brewing within them.

The heaps of skulls outside the city stirred panic among many Half-Elves, but also ignited an inner rage within even more of them.

The actions of Marquis Vincent had entirely undone the Eastern Army's facade of decency, exposing their bloody nature to the Half-Elves.

At the same time, a rumor spread through the Silver Moon City at an astonishing speed—