Todd shook his head: "I don't think that kind of teleportation can take you very far, and I also doubt whether that powerful ability can be used multiple times in a short period of time. So, I think the underground river is still the best way for this group to escape."

Evie asked, "So what should we do now?"

Todd pondered for a moment, then asked Evie, "How many griffins did Froststone Camp bring?"

"Eight."

“Very good, Ivy. Send them all into the air to survey all the rivers and tributaries near the city of Saint Guard. Once a ship is spotted, use the horn to notify others.”

"Alfonso, take all your royal guards and await Ivy's signal. I need you to use the speed of the exotic warhorses to catch up with the enemy ships."

After assigning these tasks, Todd looked around at the experimental equipment and herbal specimens, then quietly closed his eyes.

Cumberland, who was leading his knights on standby at the border, heard Todd's summons and entered the soul space.

After speaking with Todd, Cumberland learned of the situation in St. Guard and received the king's order to march.

Cumberland slowly opened his eyes, looking at the Holy Guard army on the other side of the border, tensely confronting his own forces. He turned his head and said to his adjutant, "Put everyone on high alert. Also, pass the word down: change formation, heavy cavalry in front, in a triangular wedge formation!"

The adjutant looked at him in astonishment: "Sir, have you thought this through? This act of attack is tantamount to a declaration of war. At least... at least we need to come up with a plausible reason..."

Cumberland slapped his adjutant on the back of the head and said irritably, "Reason? His Majesty has already found a reason for us! The shameless people of Holy Guard City, who broke their promise and massacred the Muxi delegation!"

Upon hearing this, the adjutant, who had been hesitant, suddenly glared angrily, his blood boiling: "Our mission was attacked by those bastards?! Brothers! Stand up! We must avenge our fallen compatriots!"

Cumberland turned around and muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear, "The word 'bloodbath' seems a bit of an exaggeration... but there was one unlucky fellow who got a cut on his leg, and I heard it was quite a big one..."