Meanwhile, Fisher, far away in the border city, had not received Nalga's reply. Instead, he received news that the slaves had revolted and the royal capital had fallen.
The moment he confirmed the news, Fisher was completely dumbfounded.
"Slaves revolting? The royal capital falling?"
Fisher could never have imagined that those words could be strung together.
"What about the royal capital's garrison? And the Royal Guard—what were they even doing?!"
At that moment, Fisher's thoughts were essentially the same as Nalga's had been earlier.
In his view, the royal capital had a Hundred Refinements Realm martial artist stationed there. Combined with the garrison's forces, no matter how much a group of slaves kicked up a fuss, they shouldn't have been able to turn the world upside down!
Yet the news before him clearly wasn't playing a joke, and it only made Fisher feel that the situation had become even more absurd!
Regardless, because of this sudden development, he no longer needed to agonize over how to persuade Zhou Xu to continue sending troops and cooperate in pursuing the Blood Hand Clan.
As the Great General, Fisher could not possibly fail to understand that once something happened in the rear, the follow-up supplies for their frontline army would run into trouble. Under such circumstances, launching an expedition would be no different from courting death.
Not to mention that the rear seemed to have suffered a major disaster this time.
Even out of caution, he had to hurry back to quell the rebellion and ensure that his rear remained secure.
Before that, however, the presence of Great Zhou and the Female Warrior Tribe had become a problem.
As the Great General of the Smith Kingdom, with his country plunged into internal chaos, he clearly did not want outsiders lingering within their borders.