Nar sat down on the golden throne.
All the guests and aristocrats agreed with Nar.
As usual, he was as dignified as Jack, and even more.
After the beautiful battle last time, everyone admired him very much.
It was reasonable for Nar to take over all the power.
The hall was silent. Everyone had their thoughts and was thinking about the opinions of the entire battle.
"Everyone, I hope you can survive this cold winter with me,"
A word of hope sounded so lonely.
The two troops were guarding outside. If they were not careful enough, there would be a risk of a complete collapse.
The internal forces were mixed. If it weren't for Nar, no one would have been able to balance the situation.
Everyone was so nervous that they didn't dare to relax.
"How many people can form a fighting force in the city now?"
Hearing this, Chaka, who was sitting at the right hand of the well, stood up.
"Mr. Nar, there are six thousand elites in total. They lost more than two thousand last time."