"Why?"
"These three Princes are fighting again so soon?"
"They've just been resting and recuperating for half a year, how could they suddenly..."
All present, whether from Death Valley, craftsmen, or ordinary Soldiers, wore expressions of disbelief.
"Didn't the Great General just come here for inspection a while ago? Everything still seemed so peaceful then, how can it be that they are fighting now?"
"It's not the three Princes fighting, it's the Ninth Prince from the Northern Lands leading his men in an attack," the newcomer sighed again.
"The Ninth Prince?"
"Why is that?"
The crowd became even more puzzled.
"Wasn't the North-South Bridge destroyed? How could the Ninth Prince cross over?"
"Even with a broken bridge, aren't there still boats?"