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The letter was sent by Palin's men; they had received an urgent message from the crystal ball at the front.

As soon as they received it, they immediately sent someone to inform Ron; they didn't dare to make a decision on their own regarding such a major situation.

He handed the parchment to Laun: "Take a look."

Laun took it, glanced at it, and his expression changed.

His voice was low, but the gravity in his tone was unmistakable:

"Frost Giant? Your Grace, this thing is not easy to deal with."

Ice giants are a unique race that inhabits the Frosty Lands. They can grow to four or five meters tall, and their skin is thick and tough, making them impervious to ordinary swords and blades.

They are born with the ability to control frost, and upon reaching adulthood, they become first-order life forms.

What's more troublesome is that they are quite intelligent, live in groups, and know how to cooperate. Generally, no one would dare to mess with these ice-cold guys.

"Logically, the Frostlands should be their territory. We're so far away from the Frostlands, how come there are frost giants here?"

Laun was puzzled.

"Let's go back first and hold a royal meeting; we should have more accurate information then."

Everyone had arrived at the Imperial Conference Hall.

Perrin stood at one side of the long table, holding several copies of intelligence he had just transcribed. Laun sat at the head of the left seat, his brow furrowed.

Ron sat down in the main seat and glanced around: "Speak, what's going on?"

Perrin opened a document: "Your Excellency, the news comes from the Rusty Sands."

A frost giant appeared near the border, about five meters tall, an adult.

He has destroyed two outposts, killed seventeen soldiers, and seized the grain supplies.

"Only one?" Ron raised an eyebrow.

"There's only one confirmed so far," Palin said.

"After attacking two outposts, the frost giant didn't continue south but went into the wilderness. People from Rust Castle went to verify, but they didn't encounter it again."

But according to the escaped sentry, the giant was wounded and didn't seem to have gone south on his own initiative; rather, it seemed... he had escaped.

Ron leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.

Injured? Interesting.

A frost giant, traveling alone and wounded, left the Frostlands for an environment they disliked.

There must be a story behind this.

They were either expelled from the tribe, or the entire tribe encountered something even more terrible.

In either case, he has to go.

"Hart," Ron called out directly.

"At your command, Your Excellency," Hart said respectfully.

"Spread out your intelligence network; I need to know the exact location of that frost giant."

"I assure you, Your Highness, that if he appears again, I will keep a close eye on him." Hart's tone was resolute.

"Great! Very energetic!!"

Ron pondered for a moment:

"Pass down the order. Have the frontline troops withdraw from that area. Don't let them go to their deaths. I'll go myself."

The conference room fell silent for a moment.

Laun stood up: "Your Highness, take more people with you, and bring Aiba and the others along as well, just in case."

Ron waved his hand and criticized, "You've been with me for years, how can you still be so careless?"

"We need to bring the Silver Dragon Knights too!"

Laun opened his mouth, feeling a pang of shame. How could he have forgotten his lord's personality?

It seems that the comfortable life of the past two years has indeed made him less cautious.

It has to be the lord! I still have a lot to learn!

Sure enough, a few days later, Hart brought good news.

The frost giant reappeared, and they found its approximate hiding place.

The intelligence unit didn't dare get close and immediately sent back a message using a crystal ball.

Upon receiving the news, Ron ordered the Silver Dragon Knights to assemble.

He himself went straight to Dragon Castle that very night.

On the top floor, Margaret was sleeping, nestled among a pile of copper coins.

"Come on, let's go on a long trip," Ron said.

Margaret's tail paused for a moment: "Where to?"

"To the north. There's a frost giant, a second-tier one."

Margaret opened one eye: "Second-tier? Aren't they all in the sea? Why bother looking for them?"

"This is different. I need to practice. You'll cover for me," Ron explained with a smile.

Margaret snorted and reluctantly stood up, the copper coins on her body clattering all over the floor.

She shook her wings, and her scales flashed a silver light in the moonlight, causing Ron to instinctively squint.

They actually mastered it.

This reflective surface is definitely a killer move in a fight.

Ron flipped himself onto the dragon's back and patted her neck.

"Let's go."

She spread her wings, gave a sudden flap, and soared into the air.

Passing by the Knights' encampment, Ron took the Knights into his small garden.

Then the silvery-white figure streaked across the night sky and flew north.

Ron rode on the dragon's back, the night wind whistling past his ears, pondering this unknown enemy.

The Frost Giant in the late second stage.

He had never actually fought one-on-one against an opponent like this before.

They arrived at their destination just before dawn.

Looking down from the air, a guard post below was in complete disarray. Two stone towers were smashed to pieces, most of the wall had collapsed, and there were dried bloodstains on the ground.

Several intelligence agents were rummaging through the ruins when they saw the silvery-white dragon in the sky. They were stunned at first, then knelt down in unison.

Ron signaled for Margaret to land.

She folded her wings and landed on the open ground in front of the outpost, the ground trembling slightly under her weight.

The intelligence officers knelt on the ground, not daring to raise their heads. Ron dismounted and walked up to them.

"Tell me the specific details."

After obtaining the specific location from these intelligence personnel.

Ron took Margaret into the small garden to keep her hidden.

Otherwise, once that frost giant sees the dragon, it probably won't have any will to fight and will just run away, which wouldn't be what Ron wanted.

Ron was led by several intelligence agents and rode into the wilderness.

We didn't find him until noon.