"Oh! Yes, Rong Buqiu was a great help too!"
Radagast spoke to the Elu Cat with more enthusiasm than when he talked to people, which made Lann twitch his mouth.
They quickly left the ancient tomb of the Northern Kingdom that sealed the Angmar Witch King.
Retracing their steps down the mountain.
Beside Radagast's rabbit sled, the big rabbits were nibbling at the sparse grass of this barren land.
The qilin was nowhere to be seen.
Lann wasn't worried, just rubbed the Magic Ring in his hand, and soon a burst of bluish-white lightning erupted from a nearby hill.
Then the lightning rapidly approached this way.
"What now?" Lann asked Radagast during the gap before the qilin could catch up.
"Now we can confirm that the short sword is indeed the genuine Blade of Mogul, and the wraiths are out. But do you have any plans to deal with the crisis next?"
With a solemn look, the ragged old man took off his worn-out leather hat that looked like a shabby Lei Feng hat.
