"Morgritte, I'm about to lose control of it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" Merlin looked at the vampire tentacles on his wrist with a complicated expression, some proud, some disgusted.

"I know, of course, you can't control it, although he once belonged to you. But now he's different. He has a soul of his own. Morgridle put her hand on the dry bone. This is the first silver-level magic weapon he has ever created, and it has the best attributes of berserk and bloodthirsty in close combat.

"Merlin, with such a weapon, you shouldn't try to control him. Morgriette's fingers rubbed slowly between the white bones' palm, and then he raised a finger and gently touched one of the three magic crystals. With a click, the tentacles of the bones fell off Merlin's bare wrists.

Merlin's face suddenly became very ugly, he had carefully touched every part of the dry bone, but it had never fallen off his wrist, but in Morgritte's hands, he had left its owner so easily.

"Merlin, you don't need to be jealous, you are its master, it is made of your flesh and blood. "This is not an ordinary weapon, you should be friends with him, you have to understand its thoughts, not control it." ”

"I don't quite understand, what happened to the weapon?" Merlin asked, frowning.

"No, you don't understand," Morwritte shook her head, "it's not an ordinary weapon, believe me, the seed just sprouts, it will turn into a towering tree." ”

"You mean it grows?" Merlin exclaimed, excitedly.

"I thought you had found out?" Mowglitte laughed.

"One thing, I feel like it's sharper than it used to be. Merlin's eyes gleamed with excitement.

"This is just the beginning. Morkriet stretched out her hand and beckoned a white flame, which was the doppelganger of the Eternal Flame. Merlin is no stranger to such a scene.

The vampire's tentacles were thrown into the white flames, and a sizzling sound rang out, and a stinking black smoke came out of the bones. The darkness churned in the white flames, and countless howls came from the churn, and Merlin couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"What are those?" Merlin asked, frowning, black things don't usually make a good impression. What's more, the black smoke made a terrifying sound when it burned.

"Wraiths, those are Wraiths!" Mowglitte said, turning her head to the leader of the Wind Demon Wolves with a serious expression, "Merlin, maybe you don't quite fit this weapon. ”

"No, that's mine, that's my hand!" Merlin exclaimed, at the moment he was not at all worthy of the leader of the Storm Wolves, like a child who was about to be deprived of his beloved toy.

"Merlin, you'll listen to me!" the gray dwarf's tone was a little fierce, "maybe I was too hasty when I decided to give it to you. ”

"No, you can't do that!" Merlin began to cry, "Morgritte, you can't do this, it's my hand, it's my hand. You can't take it away. ”

"Alright, alright!" the gray dwarf suddenly felt a headache, refining this weapon was just a whim, if he could have expected this outcome, he would not have done it, knowing that the trouble now is much more difficult than dealing with the leader of a wind demon wolf.

The tentacles of vampires have begun to demonize, which is definitely not a good sign. The so-called demonization may rarely be heard among ordinary adventurers, but in fact, there are many mysterious magic weapons among adventurers, and those weapons often quietly change the mind of their owners. In the end, their owners become bloodthirsty and cruel.

Of course, there are also those who say that this is not entirely a problem of the weapon, but also the responsibility of its owner, after all, it is the people themselves who use the weapon. Killing is the human intention, not the weapon.

But in the eyes of His Majesty the Pope, every once in a while there are weapons that need to be taken out to purify. What Mowritte is doing now is using the Eternal Flame to cleanse the vampire's tentacles of resentful spirits.

Morwritte stared intently at the hand bones inside the white flames until there was no longer a trace of black smoke coming out of it. The gray dwarf made a move, and the white hand bones fell into his hand. It's not hot at all, it's a little cold. The hand bones were almost unrecognizable to Merlin. Morgridle re-inlaid him with three magic crystals, of course, only the most common ones with fine lines and flaws. Then place the hand bone on Merlin's hand.

"Is this my hand?" Merlin stopped crying.

"Of course, it's your hand, it was, is, and will be. Mowglitte laughed softly. At this moment, he decided that even if he became a magic weapon, he was willing to face it with the man in front of him. Because it was forged by the hands of the gray dwarves. It's his heart's work.

The red-haired young man brought the pale and withered white bone close to his wrist, and with a click, many tiny tentacles protruded from the white bone, connecting the white bone to his wrist. He raised his right hand and made a few movements, and the white bones were still as flexible as before. It's like a flesh-and-blood palm.

"Thank you!" Merlin thanked sincerely.

"Merlin, I have to make it clear to you!" said the Grey Dwarf, staring into the eyes of the leader of the Wind Wolves, "You can't use it as a tool of killing, it's a weapon with a soul. You need to feel its joy and sorrow, and if one day it is going to leave you, it is not my reason, it must be your reason. Because you made it choose to leave yours. ”

"So what should I do?" Merlin asked.

"No one knows!" the grey dwarf shook his head, "this is your hand, this is your weapon, and only you know what to do." ”

Sending off the red-haired young man, Mowglitte quieted down alone in his blacksmith's workshop, feeling a deep exhaustion from both physical and mental strength, and watching his first work slowly demonize filled the gray dwarf's heart with sadness.

He struggled to his feet from the studio and slowly walked to the back of the purgatory hall. He needs to rest now. Standing in the doorway of Morgritte's own room, he began to hesitate, next door was Douglas's room, and there was a wounded little wild cat inside. After a moment's hesitation, Morkriet put on his pale head and pushed open the door to Douglas's room. The orc on the bed purred evenly, and she was still asleep.