"Well... it was indeed a fight with Frost Giants." Olaf thought for a moment and decided to mention the Frost Giants, as it seemed less embarrassing compared to other possibilities.
Furthermore, he still didn't understand the origins or intentions of the other party.
At this moment, the Secret Master Sarnor suddenly glanced up at the large white bird hovering in the sky.
"What's wrong?"
"This snow owl seems a bit off, it's been circling for a few minutes now." Sarnor said seriously, "Wait a moment, I'll use the Eye of Detection to take a look."
A translucent eyeball, about the size of a fist, quickly ascended into the air. In less than two seconds, Secret Master Sarnor's expression changed, and he said to Olaf with a hint of annoyance:
"Olaf, what did you do? Did you poke the Frost Giants' nest?"
"Dozens of Frost Giants are quickly rushing towards us from seven or eight miles away, leading them is one riding a woolly mammoth, which seems to be a Frost Giant Commander."
