Patrick had sought them out for nothing particularly important. After all, these Animal Gods had already been frightened into a state of constant alarm by the Drakkari. This was merely a routine inquiry.
Rhunok the polar bear was still his usual lazy self, followed by a large crowd of little polar bears. Akali, the Rhino God, now had a herd of woolly rhinos around him, while Mamtoth, the Mammoth God, also had Magnataur from the Borean Tundra at his side. Sseratus, the Cobra God, and Quisruun, the Wind Serpent God, were the same as ever, followed by a swarm of little snakes.
Patrick noticed an enormous Magnataur beside Mamtoth: Gamosla the Tormentor, the Magnataur leader of Gamos in the Borean Tundra. This newcomer, however, stared fiercely at Patrick without feeling the slightest pressure.
Of course, this was also a case of ignorance breeding fearlessness. To train his control over Arcane power, Patrick usually did his utmost to suppress the energy fluctuations around him. Aside from floating in the air, he looked no different from an ordinary Elf.
"Mr. Cabrolon." The Animal Gods still showed Patrick respect. After all, he had saved them and given them somewhere to live.
As for the Animal Gods' subordinates, Patrick did not care about them as long as they stayed out of trouble. After all, anyone courting death by causing trouble here would have found suicide more comfortable.
"How does Quel'Thalas feel? Much more comfortable than Zul'Drak, isn't it?"
Patrick's question was practically pointless. If Quel'Thalas was not comfortable, where was?
Rhunok plopped down on the ground and rubbed his two great paws together. "That Floating City of yours is too hot, and there aren't any snowflakes."
Patrick was speechless. Naturally, the Floating City needed Constant Temperature Magic Circles, and given the High Elves' way