Morwritte was a little glad, fortunately the two-handed greatsword was sealed with the magic of wind copper by the metal on the surface, otherwise it would not have fallen into the hands of the gray dwarf. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

How to use it, this is really a problem, and at this time it is clear that Morgaret will not let it lie in the warehouse and sleep for a long time. If it is used to create a silver-level magic weapon, it will definitely be successful, but now it is a waste of the current materials to use wind copper to create a silver-level magic weapon, if you want to create a gold-level magic weapon, did the gray dwarf take me.

Mowglitte fell into a deep thought, and suddenly a very interesting thing flashed in his mind. It doesn't seem to be of much use to craft a magic weapon now, so it's better to build an iron-making aid. It can also give full play to the advantages of wind copper.

The gray dwarf's spiritual power poured into the furnace, and the cyan liquid churning in the flame mountain was divided into two small balls of similar size, one of which flew out of the furnace and turned into a piece of cyan metal that was put into the space ring by Mowglitte, and the other piece remained in the furnace to continue calcining.

What Mowglitte wanted to forge was an auxiliary tool that could increase the temperature of the furnace, which was the idea that the gray dwarf got from the silver-white dragon bracers, and the cyan wind copper was the perfect carrier, which could maximize the value of this auxiliary tool.

The cyan liquid stretched out in the furnace, revealing the thick foliage, then the handle, and then the scales began to stack along the foliage, and finally wrapped the stout foliage. The gray dwarf reached out and beckoned to the furnace, and a cloud of cyan smoke slowly flew out of the furnace. This is a cyan fan, the handle is about 50 centimeters, the handle is the thickness of a thumb, and it feels cold and delicate when pinched in the hand. Morwriten pulled out three cyan flawless magic crystals. Wind Copper itself contains extremely strong wind element magic, plus three flawless Wind Demon Crystals. Mowglitte didn't know what kind of magic weapon the fan would turn into.

Three thumb-sized flawless cyan wind crystals were inlaid in the veins of the fan in a zigzag shape. Like three eyes, the gray dwarf took the fan in his hand, stirred it slightly, and with a hula, a strong wind rose around the stove. The flames in the furnace burst out of it, and instantly ignited the wood next to it.

It was an old wooden stool, and a red fiery snake crawled along the legs of the stool at night. Morwritte raised the fan and fanned it twice, and the flames on the stool rose all at once, and when she fanned it twice, the flames burned bigger and bigger. Mowglitte stopped his fan and watched as the wooden stool quickly turned into a pile of fiery red charcoal. "The temperature of the flame has been raised by at least three layers. Morgritte couldn't help but be happy, the temperature of the Eternal Flame was hotter than that of ordinary furnaces, and if it was raised by three more layers now, maybe the refining of the golden spar could be tried again.

"I'll call you a banana fan from now on. Morgridle held up the fan and carved three words on the cyan brass fan. The gray dwarf couldn't help but wave his fan into the furnace lightly, and a huge red flame burst out of the small hole in the furnace, burning the gray dwarf's workshop to pitch black. If Mowglitte sees an opportunity to block the banana fan in front of him, his beautiful mustache will turn to charcoal.

"It seems that you have to find a fire for this furnace, or anyone who picks up a fan and fans it twice, and the whole purgatory will be charred. The gray dwarf was happy and sad at the same time, he had no magic power, but he couldn't control the banana fan in his hand. The gray dwarf stared at the banana fan in his hand, sighed, and hung it on the wall. The magic of this thing, the gray dwarves can't control it at all.

In a small valley in the wilderness outside of Whitestone, Skyfire summoned Marcelo to him, where they had been trapped for days. The food he had received from Blaney had been eaten three days earlier in the morning. Fortunately, there are many adventurers in the wilderness besides ghost monsters. As a famous gold-level adventurer in Frost-Free City, as long as Skyfire revealed a little bit of level, those adventurers would send food and harvest in the wilderness. "Dear adventurer, please take it. ”

Marcelo's condition was up and down, and strangely enough, the two of them gradually encountered skeletons in the wilderness, from the first level of the undead to the third level of the skeleton knight, perhaps they were not unaware of this abnormal imagination, but the confidence of the adventurers who followed them began to waver. You must know that a third-level skeleton knight, even a silver-level peak adventurer, is not so easy to deal with. Although Tianhuo is a gold-level warrior, he lacks a weapon in his hand, and the general black iron-level sword will become a waste in less than two or three rounds in his hands.

"Marcelo, follow them to White Stone. Tianhuo looked at the three skeleton knights wandering at the gate of the valley worriedly, they had been blocked in the valley for most of the day, the number of undead at the door gradually increased, the weapon that Tianhuo picked up had been broken, what he was holding in his hand now was a yak's thigh bone, the white bones were covered with tiny cracks, obviously this weapon could not withstand the fighting spirit of a gold-level warrior, and it would soon be crushed with its enemies. "I'm here to stop those skeleton knights, you guys run quickly, it's not far from White Rock Town. As long as you can enter White Rock Town, you will survive. ”

"It's finally time to get rid of this little devil!" Marcelo was flanked by his new brother, the adventurer whom he had given a new name: Marlowe. Marlowe licked his chapped lips and looked resentfully at the little man next to him, who was less than half his height. What a wonderful thing it would be if this proud fire spell ended up being blocked on the stone bridge in White Rock Town.

All the valuable things on Marlowe's body were looted by the little man beside him, not to mention the space ring, the staff turned into a crutch, the robe was torn off and hung on Marcelo's body empty, and the only thing left was the round coin in Marlowe's palm. Some warm coins made his heart come alive here. Marlowe is already a second-level magician, but in front of the perverted Marcelo, he is like a trainee mage, with almost no chance to release the second-level spell, and the first-level spell is directly hit by Marcelo's big fireball.

"Tianhuo, I'm sure you'll be able to escape alive, your weapon is still in the hands of that gray dwarf in White Rock Town, I'll go get it back for you. Marcelo's eyes were shining, and he looked at the tall man in front of him with a look of adoration, without the slightest sadness of parting.