"......…"
The entire hall of Stormwind Keep fell into a deathly silence at this moment.
Whether it was the guards, the dragonkin, or King Varian, all stood there like statues, dumbfounded. They were staring at the lifeless black dragon corpse before them. Its body had collapsed onto the ground, head battered and deformed, brain matter splattered out, clearly dead without any chance of revival.
"Clang."
Duanmu Huai casually picked up the War Hammer, flicked off the blood and foam, and looked at the crowd.
"If there's nothing else, I'll be going back."
"Huh?"
Hearing Duanmu Huai speak, everyone snapped back to reality. A nobleman standing next to King Varian quickly snapped out of it and pointed to the dragonkin.
"Seize them!!"
