Ragnar revealed a smile, he knew the name of this elf now, the detestable fellow mentioned by those Immortal Spirits must be this Pick Elf.
"I'll do my best, but this shouldn't depend on me," Ragnar said with a smile.
"That's good," the Pick Elf beamed, but Riven suddenly furrowed her brows, asking in confusion, "How did you know Karon was here? Karon only slept for two months, everyone thought Karon was still in the castle, did a traitor tell you..."
The Frost Giant shook his head and softly said, "A legend doesn't rely on appearance and aura to find their target. Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand, but I just know Emperor Gogomola is here."
"Alright, alright," the Little Pick Elf folded her arms, her colorful wings fluttering as she turned, "Follow me then, King of Frost Giants. This path must be led by me, Karon has a temper when waking up, and I must be the one to wake him up, otherwise, he can be terrifying when angry."
