The fist-sized amount of wind copper stretched over the pale blue flames, gradually turning into two discs of the same size. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Morgaret didn't dare to use the banana fan again this time, although this silver-level magic weapon only had one magic skill on it, but so far the gray dwarf still hasn't found a way to control it. With Materazzi's help fusing the Flame of Eternity and the Flame of the Soul, the flame seemed quieter when it burned, but the gray dwarf could intuitively feel the wildness contained in her. Before taming the banana fan, the gray dwarf is not ready to try to use the banana fan again to increase the power of the flames.

"Blood," Morgritte said to Marcelo, who was crouching next to him studying the flames, "I need your blood!"

Before Marcelo could come to his senses, his wrist had been cut by a small scimitar. Under the guidance of Mowglitte's spiritual power, the bright red blood appeared as a thin silk thread and fell onto the cyan disc in the flames. It hissed, as if a drop of water had fallen into the boiling hot oil, and the pale blue flames in the furnace stirred. The stove began to vibrate, as if it was about to explode. The gray dwarf couldn't help but run to the edge of the stove to see what was going on inside, but he was so agitated that the blue light inside the furnace made it impossible to see what was going on inside.

"Essence blood, essence blood of the heart. Materazzi hovered in mid-air, and what it said was urgent, urgent, and fast, but the gray dwarf didn't hear it clearly.

The white crow had to do it himself, only to see it fall on Marcelo's shoulder, the bright silver beak cut through Marcelo's eyebrows, a little scarlet blood secreted from the center of his eyebrows, the white crow opened its mouth to take the scarlet blood in its mouth and plunged into the shaking furnace.

Just when Mowglitte thought that the shaking of the stove would stop, only a click was heard in the gray dwarf's workshop.

"It's over, I can't even keep the stove this time. "The gray dwarf's heart is about to collapse, you must know that the furnace of the Eternal Flame is not so simple, he has already invested five flawless elemental magic crystals on it, and now the stone bridge outside White Rock Town is connected to the Eternal Flame, if something goes wrong with the furnace, the impact on the Eternal Flame will be incalculable.

Morkriet took two quick steps forward, her hands hugging the cracked stove without hesitation. The crack was finger wide, and through the finger-wide gap, the gray dwarf could see the two separate discs reunite, white crows writhing in the pale blue flames. The scarlet blood on the corner of its mouth suddenly burst into a dazzling light. The gray dwarf couldn't help but close his eyes, and the light streamed through the cracks in the furnace through the black canopy of the eternal night.

When the gray dwarf opened his eyes, he found that the finger-wide cracks in the stove were gone. It turned out that the light had melted the furnace and repaired the cracks.

Mowglitte threw her spiritual power into the wind copper in the center of the flame through the furnace, the restless flame had quieted down, and the crow quietly landed on the cyan disc, and the two discs gradually took shape. Slowly flew out of the furnace.

"What is this?" Marcelo looked at the two flaming wheels in front of him, and felt a call from the depths of his soul, eager to go forward and give it a try, but did not know how to do it. The dizziness caused by the burning of mana caused by the bottoming out of mental power hit one after another. The flame dancer of Sertiana stretched out his tender hand towards his fateful armament.

"This is a spellcasting weapon tailored for you," Morgaret smiled and took out two Flawless Crystals from his arms, this is not the time to be stingy, a cyan Flawless Wind Elemental Crystal, and a fiery red Flawless Fire Elemental Crystal. In the center of each of the two discs there is a round hole the size of a finger.

Click, click, two crisp sounds, two flawless crystals fell perfectly into their place. Whirring, flames suddenly appeared from the two parallel wheels, and the pale blue flames rose about half a meter high, flickering along the breeze that emerged from the void.

"Let's give it a try!" the gray dwarf held out his hand to Marcelo in an inviting gesture.

"Can I?" Marcelo moved forward, knowing that when he was in Frostless City, he didn't even have a decent spellcaster's staff, because Tianhuo was so poor, so poor that he even exchanged his family heirloom weapons for water and bread, Marcelo was a sensible child, he had always stubbornly claimed that he was a genius, and geniuses didn't need a staff. But the thing in front of him really attracted him, and the two wheels must be fun.

"Yes, you can give it a try!" Mowglitte looked at the eager boy. "It's a fun toy, isn't it?"

"Okay, I'll give it a try!" Marcelo looked around, hoping to find another person who could give an opinion, if only Tianhuo was there, although his opinions were usually not very reliable, but at this time the little boy still could not make up his mind, but he was doomed to be disappointed, because the lord of Whitestone Town had long since left here, and now there were only two people in the entire blacksmith's workshop, and a white crow.

"Go, it's destined to be yours. The gray dwarf's tone was a little impatient, he probably didn't notice that Marcelo's fingers had not stopped twisting the hem of his clothes since the lord left, and that Marcelo who had left Skyfire was just a child. A kid about the same height as William.

Marcelo slowly walked to the wheels that were burning with a half-meter flame, and the ill-fitting shoes were kicking on the floor of the studio, these were William's old shoes, which were too small for Marcelo, and most of his feet were exposed.

"What's its name?" asked Marcelo, turning back and in a trembling voice.

"Hot Wheels!" replied the Gray Dwarf with a smile.

Marcelo stepped on it, the wheels were wide and it was comfortable to step on. A sizzling voice rang out from under his feet. The ill-fitting shoes rose into white smoke for a moment, and soon turned to ashes in the flames. The little boy suddenly became happy, stepping on the cyan wind copper with his bare feet, and a cold breath came, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in the heart of the foot, and Marcelo hurriedly cocked his foot, and found that there was a long and deep wound in the center of the foot.

"You're trying to hurt me!" Marcelo suddenly pointed to the gray dwarf's nose, only to see a string of large, red fireballs appear out of thin air from his fingers, flying towards Morgritte.