"Morgritte, what are you hiding in the kitchen?" the lord glanced at the elf's demeanor and understood what the elf and the gray dwarf were doing in the kitchen. The www.biquge.info beautiful slave girl, the young strong master, the two of them getting together and having a little physiological thing happen is normal in Seltiana, but Salit. Larson, however, felt a little sour. She picked up the wide gray cloak on the ground and wrapped Angela's slender body, and said loudly to the gray dwarf, "Everyone is busy with the affairs of the blacksmith shop, but you are hiding in the kitchen alone and taking off the clothes of the slave girl!"

The gray dwarf's face was flushed with embarrassment, and he scooped up the Mithril dress on the floor and fled back to his room. Leaving behind the two women who were frolicking in a ball. The gray dwarf secretly wondered when the two women became friends. If that's the case, it's a question of whether or not to eat the fat on the lips.

It is impossible for Morgaret to offend a lord for the sake of a slave girl, unless he goes crazy, you must know that purgatory is in the lord's territory, and if the lord is not happy, purgatory can only be closed. It is said that the grey dwarves of the Western Ghats like the girdles of the elves, but their favorite is rum, but if you have money, the girdles of the goblins and the delicious rum are both at your fingertips.

The Mithril dress unfolded in front of the gray dwarf, and he fell into deep thought, strictly speaking, this Mithril dress had little to do with the gray dwarf, it was a gift from the crow to the elf.

"Materazzi, Materazzi. The gray dwarf opened the wooden door of the room and shouted into the halls of Purgatory.

"The most handsome gray dwarf in Sertiana, my noble master, what do you command?" the raven flapped its wings and landed on the table in front of Morgritte.

"You can't lie to your master, can you?" said Morgritte, staring into the crow's eyes.

"Of course, there is no one in the whole of Sertiana who can deceive the wise master. The crow croaked.

"And what kind of being are you?" Morgritte's gaze fell on the Mithril dress on the table.

The raven glanced at the gray dwarf with slanted eyes, flapped its wings and suddenly soared into the air, and then suddenly disappeared into thin air before Morgritte's eyes.

The crows were gone, the door to the room was closed, and the windows were intact, with no signs of magic fluctuations. Mowglitte leaned down under the bed, and the wardrobe was turned upside down, and there was still no shadow of a crow, not even a bird feather. Morwritte focused his attention on himself, he opened every pocket, not even the small pocket in his underwear, and all the corners were carefully cleaned, and there was nothing out of the ordinary.

Eventually, Mowglitte found something different on the dragon bracers on her wrists, which had a black crow motif on them. Could it be that there is something wrong with this dragon-patterned bracer, which has been worn on Mowglitte's wrist ever since he got this strange dragon-patterned bracer in the Dark River Valley. At this moment, he immersed his spirit into the bracer, and with a buzz, the dragon bracer emitted a burst of white light, and the white light swayed and sucked Mowglitte into the bracer.

Mowglitte was in a trance, and when he came to his senses, he found that he was deep in a dense forest, and not far away was the tall Demon Dragon Grass. Huge pockets dangled in the air with their gaps. Underneath the Magic Dragon Grass is a large bush of lush Demonic Grass. Nearby, there are several dwarf cherry trees, covered with red cherries. Under the cherry tree there are also a few small saplings that have just sprouted. Morgridle turned her head, and in front of her was two tall Novatello ant trees with snow-white trunks.

"Welcome to the Enchanted Forest of Morgridt, wise master. The crow landed out of nowhere, flapping its wings and landing on Morgritte's shoulder.

"What is this place?" asked Morgritte.

"This is the Enchanted Forest that belongs to the Mowglitte. Raven said.

Morwritte was very impressed by this place, because at that time, after he was devoured by the Demon Dragon Grass in the Dark River Valley, he was in a daze and his hand was cut by the Dragon Bracer, and then he was spit out by the Demon Dragon Grass. This is where the cherries were picked, and this is where I dreamed about it a while ago.

When Mowglitte was still losing his mind, the voice of a crow came from his ears, "Your mental power is simply weak, so you better go back quickly, if you stay any longer, you will run out of mental power and become an idiot." ”

Morgriet turned into a white light and disappeared.

"Materazzi, what are you?" asked Morgride, grabbing the crow into its blood-red eyes in the dim light.

"Guess!" Materazzi's small eyes were full of teasing.

"Ever since I got this dragon bracer, there have been more and more strange things around me, magic dragon grass, cherry fruit, magic crystals, magic crystals sprouting. What does this have to do with you?" asked Morgritte.

"Do you know what an artifact is?" Materazzi did not answer Mowglitte's question, and instead asked the gray dwarf a different question.

"Artifact," Morgritte was momentarily speechless, "it's a very powerful weapon, including a shield or something, of course." A dress like this Mithril should be considered an artifact!"

"Do you know the difference between an artifact and a legendary weapon?" the raven fluttered its wings and flew in front of Morgridt.

Sertiana has many legendary weapons, such as the gaze of Medusa faced by Mowglitte in the dueling arena, that is, a legendary shield, and a legendary spell is permanently solidified on that shield, Medusa's gaze, of course, Anduin's father's Medusa gaze is just an imitation, if it is the real legendary shield Medusa's gaze, Mowglitte is now a stone and there is absolutely no possibility of sparing.

"Well, the artifact is more powerful than the legendary-level weapon. Mowglitte was lost in thought, he hadn't really thought about it yet, because as a gray dwarf he had heard the legend of an artifact, but no one had seen it.

"The difference between an artifact and a legend is that the artifact has a machine spirit. The crow's groak landed on Mowglitte's wrist, and in Mowglitte's stunned amazement, the crow turned into a white light and entered the dragon's bracer. That wasn't the end of it, the dragon-patterned bracer fell from Morgridt's wrist and turned into a black hammer that fell to the ground, smashing the door into a deep pit with a clatter.