Did I Do a Good Job?

Adjutant Myron's back was already soaked in sweat.

The horn that had just been played was a communication shout under the highest emergency. It meant that the life and death of the entire ship was a huge matter. Be it the captain or Sir Taize, as long as they heard it, they would definitely respond.

However, he did not receive a response for a long time.

This could only mean one thing…

"The sound of the horn can penetrate the huge rocks and shake into the thick soil. Even if the team has already gone deep underground, they will definitely hear it, but they still did not respond…"

He muttered, "There are only two possibilities. Firstly, they've already fallen into a bitter battle and can't even spare the time to blow the horn. Secondly… they're completely wiped out."

The expressions of the elves present changed drastically.