Faced with this sudden news, the nobles present forgot their earlier panic.
Shock and bewilderment mingled in everyone's hearts.
ah?
What happened?
Upon hearing this, the eldest prince's eyes widened in disbelief.
In a moment of desperation, he dropped his golden cane and grabbed the officer by the collar of his soft armor.
He took a deep breath, his eyes trembling, his face filled with disbelief:
"What did you say!"
"Tell me now, immediately!"
"What are you even talking about?!"
The officer leaned back slightly, his eyes revealing an abyss of despair, as if his soul were being swallowed by bottomless darkness.
He was so anxious he was almost crying; his lips drooped slightly, and his whole body trembled weakly.
"Your Highness..."
"The southern front has been breached by monsters."
"The front line has fallen, signals have been blocked, and messages cannot be transmitted by any means."
The eldest prince felt a sudden weakness in his hands, and slowly released his grip on the collar. The officer collapsed to the ground with a thud.
He felt weak all over, and his legs were so weak that he stumbled back several steps and almost fell backward.
At that moment, Auburn's gaze fell on the entrance to the banquet hall.
There lay a horse, its body trembling and foaming at the mouth.
The horse was exhausted and collapsed on the ground, twitching the silk.
It was breathing heavily, as if it might lose its life at any moment.
Many elves watching the horses about to embark on their journey to the underworld wore expressions of deep worry.
They approached with pity and gently stroked the horse's glossy coat.
Beams of emerald light emerged from their palms and flowed into the horses' hearts through their veins.
However, even the natural energy of the elves was of no use.
The horse's condition has not improved; it still appears to be on the verge of death.
Gwen walked over and reached out to touch the horse's neck.
Feeling a slight, irregular pulse, Gwen closed her eyes and shook her head.
She straightened up, bowed to the eldest prince, and began to report:
"Your Highness, it's too late to save it."
These are the finest horses in the empire, capable of traveling a thousand miles a day, and even running for a whole day wouldn't be a problem.
The horse was muscular and showed no signs of malnutrition.
Even so, he was still overworked to death under such urgent circumstances.
Just how urgent is the situation on the southern front?
The monsters' influence caused the communication crystals to malfunction, leaving even the mages stationed there with no time to repair the communications.
Is it even possible to rely solely on traditional human labor to transmit messages?
The eldest prince's face was filled with despair; his expression became blank, and his eyes lost their former luster.
His body leaned limply against the wall, like a doll that had lost its support.
Suddenly, as if remembering something important, his eyes widened:
"Where is my father? Does he know about this?"
He hysterically questioned the officer in front of him, his eyes bloodshot, completely devoid of his usual elegant and composed demeanor.
If Aubrey knew that the south of the empire had fallen.
For him, the prince who was guarding the south, it was an enormous disaster, like the sky falling down!
Why? He had already sensed the impending disaster and returned to the capital to request assistance.
Why is the South unwilling to give him more time?
Lost in thought, the eldest prince suddenly turned around.
No, why would he ask such a question?
Is this the kind of issue we should be concerned about right now?
Now that officers have already rushed back to the capital and dared to barge into the banquet to report,
This matter can no longer be hidden.
Before long, the entire city will know about this.
Even more terrifying, the officer returned with the news on a horse made of flesh and blood.
Messages have a time limit.
This officer ran back so fast that a horse died, and it would have taken at least a day and a night to get there.
In other words, the southern front has been lost for a whole day.
If the monsters have already breached the front lines...
The eldest prince could no longer imagine it.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried his best to calm himself down.
What should he do now? Should he go find his uncle...?
Yes, let's find our uncle. Maybe he has a solution, maybe he can solve this problem.
Just as the Crown Prince was trying to calm down, Ripoot, dressed in a crisp formal suit, came down from the second floor.
He smiled and looked straight ahead.
However, when they saw the nobles hiding on both sides of the banquet hall, their faces filled with shock, fear, confusion and panic.
He widened his eyes slightly, showing surprise.
"What... what on earth happened?"
Lipoulter's voice echoed in the banquet hall, but the nobles remained silent.
The atmosphere in the banquet hall grew even heavier.
With something like this happening, the banquet definitely can't continue.
Upon seeing Ribot descending the stairs, the eldest prince quickly spoke to him:
"uncle……!"
The eldest prince saw Riboot and hurriedly went forward.
His forehead was covered in sweat, his brows were furrowed, and he looked anxiously at Lipoultry.
Lipoultry stopped on the steps, his mysterious and noble golden eyes rippling like golden sand.
"Child, calm down."
Tell me, what exactly happened?
The eldest prince took a deep breath, trying to calm his anxiety, and said in a deep voice:
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