Yu Lin Bloodhawk, a hotheaded street youth who had just beaten someone up, was terrified of retaliation. He was now busy taking precautions, preparing for battle, and cleaning up the aftermath. How could he possibly have the time or inclination to inquire about the upheavals shaking Quel'Thalas?
Three Aircraft Carrier Fleets patrolled the coastal waters of The Hinterlands day and night. Three gunships at the harbor stood ready to depart at any moment, and every aircraft carrier and gunship remained fully stocked with ammunition and shells.
Through the efforts of numerous officers, the City Guard had formally disbanded without incident, and personnel selection for its reconstruction had begun. The clerics were also busy reorganizing the council.
The villagers of Elf Village had all returned home. To them, the trip to Quel'Danil City had been nothing more than taking part in an entertaining game and watching an enjoyable, intriguing play.
Compared with the villagers of Elf Village, the former members of the Royalist Party Faction and the Noble Faction were rather uneasy. But they were now leaderless, and their troops had been disarmed. Without anyone to lead them, they had no way to organize effective resistance and could only wait in fear for their fate to be decided.
Moreover, the city was under military rule following the coup. Fully armed soldiers of the City Lord Faction patrolled Quel'Danil City day and night, and a curfew had been imposed. Even if they wanted to rise up, it would be difficult. They were still the main targets of surveillance, and the slightest suspicious activity could lead to their immediate arrest.
Fortunately, the cruel and ruthless city lord had not broken his word. Aside from publicly executing those council magnates and disbanding the City Guard, he implicated no one else. Every elf was free