"What exactly happened?! How could Andrew and his team be entirely wiped out?!"
When Prince Brandon saw Elder Andrew looking so serious, his face turned extremely somber.
"Your Highness, last night, when Count Ellis led our Wolf Race elite into the distillery, it was already deserted, but there was a large amount of explosives buried inside."
Elder Andrew said in a deep voice.
"Explosives?"
Prince Brandon's expression changed, and he abruptly stood up.
Although as werewolves, their healing power and defense are formidable enough to resist bullets, they cannot withstand the close-range explosion of powerful explosives.
"Yes, your Highness, after so many explosives were detonated, the entire factory was blown to pieces, and all our Wolf Race elite perished in the explosion, only Count Ellis escaped."
Elder Andrew stated.
"What about Ellis?"
A glimmer flashed in Prince Brandon's eyes, and he immediately asked.
