Morgaret agreed to Salit, and Larsson regretted it in the blink of an eye, and the Grey Dwarf found it to be a thankless task. www.biquge.info It's a pity that he is facing a demagogic master.

"Dear Mogg, you're a strong gray dwarf, can't you talk and don't count?" Ralsson gently shook the gray dwarf's thick arm, "You can smash one of those undead in the wilderness with a hammer." ”

"Madame, Morgriet is a blacksmith, just a blacksmith. Morgaret struggled to look away from the lord's white chest.

"Don't you still have Angela, she's the absolute core of adventurers, and if the aura banshee grows up, you'll wake up laughing even if you're asleep. ”

"Angela isn't even a trainee banshee?"

"Combat is the fastest growing environment, and the best way to level up is to keep fighting!"

"And one more condition!" Morwritte pulled his arm out of Salit Larson's gentle arm, "we need a gunner!"

"Who?"

"Marcelo!"

Salit Larsson stared at the gray dwarf suspiciously, and carefully looked at the time of three breaths, the news of the fountain of life was only known to three people in the entire White Rock Town, could it be that the news leaked so quickly? But the lord of White Rock Town could not have imagined that the gray dwarf in front of her was exactly one of those three people.

"Marcelo has an excellent talent for spellcasting, and I will tailor an armament for him, even if there are many undead. There was no expression on the gray dwarf's face, all he was thinking about at the moment was how to solve the problem of wind copper, and he hadn't thought about the fountain of life that the lord was worried about.

Marcelo was indifferent to joining Morgritte's team of adventurers, but was unusually positive when he heard that he was going to test new weapons for the Grey Dwarves. "It took so much wind copper to create such a black iron fan?" Marcelo pointed to the banana fan in Mowglitte's hand with disdain, this style of weapon is absolutely unique in Sertiana, this is the information contained in the inheritance theory that the gray dwarf got from the crow Materazzi, it is said that a minotaur who has reached the realm of the undead has a banana fan, which can change the size at will, but the magic is that when the banana fan is instigated, it will blow a strong wind, and the wind can blow down the mountain.

Of course, the banana fan in Mowglitte's hand does not have the ability to blow mountains down, but this weapon made of wind and copper has only one magic ability: Gale. No wonder Marcelo was making fun of the gray dwarves. Wind copper is an extremely rare, rare metal, if the weapon made of wind copper has only one skill, and it is also black iron level, it can only mean that the level of this blacksmith is very bad.

"It's a little different," Morwritte said, standing on the edge of the fire, motioning for Salit Larsson, who had followed Marcelo to purgatory, to retreat outside the studio.

"I'm not leaving," Salit Larson lifted the hem of her skirt slightly, revealing her emerald green leather boots, "Purgatory is much more comfortable than my Babel manor, and I've decided to stay in it for a while." ”

Only then did Morgaret remember that there were a bunch of servants who had just come in with Marcelo, and they had moved their bags of belongings to purgatory, and at that time they were still suspecting that something was wrong, and now they knew that Salit Larson was going to move to purgatory for a long time.

"You can rest assured," said Salit Larsson, who took a few steps behind Mowglitte and motioned for him to continue what he had done, "as if I didn't exist, I wouldn't disturb your work." ”

As originally conceived, Morgaret brought Marcelo to the side of the Eternal Flame, and unsurprisingly, Marcelo was attracted by the entanglement of two different colors of flames. Ordinary people may just think it is strange, because in the general person's impression there is never such a flame, but as a blacksmith may have his strange things, but Marcelo is different. Since he was born, there has been no flame that he did not recognize, but the flame he saw in purgatory today was something he had never seen before.

Marcelo was born a flame dancer, he has a fire affinity far beyond ordinary people, and he has almost no obstacles in the practice of fire law. He could feel the temperature of each flame from the depths of his heart, but he didn't know anything about the two colors of the flames that were entangled and pulsing slowly in the furnace of the gray dwarves, only a coldness and resistance from the depths of his soul.

"What kind of flame is this?" Marcelo's question was not at all surprising to Mowglitte.

"What do you think is the nature of the flame?" Morgridle did not answer Marcelo's question, but asked him another question that seemed to have nothing to do with the question.

"The essence of a flame is a flame, what else is there!" Marcelo's answer made the gray dwarf's eyes light up, and he seemed to see a little hope, maybe this person was the person he was looking for who could control the banana fan and control the temperature of the flame.

"You take this fan and fan it into the stove once, remember you can only fan it once. Mowglitte solemnly handed the banana fan in his hand to Marcelo in front of him.

Marcelo's withered and thin hand grasped the handle of the banana fan with the thickness of a finger, and the thin fan was as thin as a cicada's wings, with large and small moire patterns distributed on the surface, which were superimposed on each other to form a very charming pattern. At first, Marcelo thought that these moire patterns had a special meaning, such as the circuit of the formation, but when he looked at them, he realized that these intricate moirés were merely decoration. You must know that only East, who has passed through the desert, likes to draw moire on buildings or daily necessities, but the gray dwarf in front of you is obviously not in this range.

"Although this fan has only one magic skill: Gale, it will not disappoint you!" Morgridle confidently introduced to Marcelo, but what he got was Marcelo's big eyes.

As a mage, how could he not understand what kind of magic skill the gale of the banana fan in his hand was, just when his spiritual power invaded the banana fan, a consciousness suddenly appeared in Marcelo's mind: Gale, a ten-level gale appeared in front of the caster, please use it with caution.

What kind of ghost is the tenth-level gale, Marcelo didn't know, so he decided not to let him exert himself, so he raised the banana fan and gently stirred it.