There was a burst of applause in the darkness. The tall and majestic Duke Kirov walked out with a smile www.biquge.info his hand.

"Very good, I said why didn't our hero show up yet, it turned out that he met another opponent," the city lord nodded at Sissi, waved his hand slightly, and said, "Say your name, warrior?"

"Xenos, sir!" the minotaur snapped a military salute.

"Go back and prepare, and report to the City Lord's Mansion tomorrow. Someone else will take over the work here. The lord turned and walked in the direction of the villa, and Sisis trotted after him.

In Yelena's living room, the Sofa of Time glowed faintly pink. Ever since she had the sands of time, Yelena was reluctant to light candles.

Sisis sat on the sofa with his hair disheveled, his eyes showing irrepressible sadness.

"Old Tom is dead?" asked Elena tentatively.

Sisis nodded, reluctant to speak. He spread out his palm, and there was a bean-sized magic crystal inside. There was a little bit of blood on it, and it was supposed to be old Tom's blood.

"There are adventurers in the southern area who have seen a group of men in black who have taken advantage of the chaos to set fire to the Roma camp, and by the time the Frostless City escort arrived, they were gone. Roma camps were destroyed, many people died. Duke Kirov said in a heavy tone.

"What about Lilith, did you see her?" asked Elena sadly, and of all the dancers, only this beautiful and arrogant girl was the most suitable for Elena. In White Rock Town, so much boring time, two women of the same age gradually became talkative. She's still waiting for his magician to redeem her!

"I saw them once in the camp and I don't know if they both escaped. Sisis said.

"Two, did Nicholas go to her?" asked Elena eagerly.

"Yes, I ran into Nicholas at the camp. Sisis suddenly became embarrassed, and his pale face turned red, because what had happened to him in the camp was really unspeakable, but fortunately the attention of the others had to turn to the magic crystal in his hand at this time.

"What a beautiful magic crystal?" Elena pinched the red magic crystal with two fingers and placed it underneath the sands of time. The inside of the magic crystal is crystal clear, like crystal. "At least this is a flawless magic crystal. ”

"That's not what I'm concerned about," Duke Kirov paused for a moment before asking, "Where did this magic crystal come from?"

"Old Tom asked me to bring Miss Elena before he died. Siciss's eyes were fixed on the red book in the duke's hand, which was written the diary of the god of law, and the most he heard in the past few days was the magic crystal, which sprouted and blossomed, these sentences.

"Elena, my precious daughter, go and bring in a pot of flowers!" said Duke Kirov with an excited look on his face, like a child who had discovered an interesting toy. There were not many things in Sertiana that could arouse such interest as the Duke.

Soon, a roar came from inside Wesleyan Girls' College. No one knew what had happened inside Wesleyan Girls' College that night, except that the unicorn legions of Frost-Free City had surrounded Wesleyan Girls' Academy.

The next day, the captain of the Wesleyan Women's Academy was promoted to the vice-captain of the Unicorn Legion, and his name was: Xenos, the Minotaur warrior of the Silver Peak.

By the time Morgriten woke up, the riots in Frost Free had subsided. Undercurrents stir beneath the calm waters. But none of this has anything to do with the gray dwarves.

The veal steaks at the Xianhu Tavern are famous throughout the Eternal Night, and Mowglitte lives here for the food. A plate of five gold moles of veal steak is simply not affordable for the average person. However, the adventurers in Frost-Free City are not comparable to White Rock Town, and Mowgli waited for more than half an hour to have a place when he was eating. A large piece of veal is fragrant, and when you bite into it, your mouth is filled with delicious juice. The portion size is definitely enough to eat. By the time Mowglitte finished eating the last piece, her entire stomach had become warm. Another dessert after the meal. It's as if the eternal night is filled with summer sunshine.

Carrying a bottle of rum, Mowglitte slowly moved to the copper-furnace blacksmith shop, where he had worked for a month to save enough money to make the trip back to Whitestone.

The Old Yorke of the Copper Furnace, like Morgridt, was a grey dwarf from the Western Ghats, though he did not choose to go to the Western Ghats. He was old enough to be too old to move his nest any longer, and the gray hair on the top of his head was about to fall out. In his words, this is a disgrace to the mountain god.

"Dear Mogg, I thought I'd never see you again. A loud voice rang out from inside the copper-furnace blacksmith shop, "I heard someone say yesterday that a gray dwarf has come to Frost-Free City, and I knew it was you. ”

"Yes, Daddy York, I'm going back to worship the mountain gods. Mowglitte winked playfully. It was very happy to see this fellow villager of the Western Ghats in Frost-Free City, and some small movements that were only available in the Western Ghats naturally appeared.

"Oh, yes, my Mowglitte, are you sure?" the two men shook hands and entered Old York's blacksmith's shop.

"I'm not sure yet, but I built a silver-tier weapon last time. Mowglitte said.

"Yours are yours, Morgritte, you can go back to the Western Ghats and pick a mountain of your own. Old York's face darkened, he had also been a young grey dwarf blacksmith who had traveled around Sertiana. Dreaming of one day being able to become a silver-level blacksmith and return to his hometown. It's a pity that twenty years have passed, and he can still only build a black iron-level weapon, and he is unwilling to return to the Western Ghats to become a miner who can't see the sun. In the end, he stayed in Frost-Free City.

The location of the copper furnace blacksmith shop is very remote, and there is not much space inside. A medium-sized stove plus three workbenches is all there is inside. Old York took in several young blacksmith apprentices, but unfortunately none of them satisfied him.

"Mogg, why don't you just stay in Frostless City?" Old York brought up the topic again.

"No, Daddy York, I have a blacksmith shop in White Stone, and it's not as good as your copper furnace, but it's mine. Morwritte couldn't help but think of Lucy, who was old York's precious daughter.

No dog would hate its kennel, and Morkriet laughed knowingly.