Blaney knew that what Mr. Goblin said was the truth, and he refused to pass through the arch safely without waking up the Novatello ants, and the golden Novatello ants crawling like lightning on the trunk were more than twice as large as the red ants in front, and the attack power and crawling speed of the Novatello ants in front of him were obviously not comparable to those small red Novatello ants in front. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info But when she thought of the Mowglitte in the Demon Dragon Grass, if she couldn't find him before dark, the poor gray dwarf would be a pile of bones the next day.

The three of them had their own opinions, and none of them dared to speak loudly, so they lowered their voices and held the second formal meeting of the explorer team in front of the arch.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came, "Hey, what are you talking about, so happy." "Mowglitte stepped out of the huge archway, "I heard someone calling my name just now, so I came over to take a look, in fact, I wanted to ask if the magic grass is this thing." ”

Mowglitte pulled out a bunch of patterned leaves, which were like the paws of a duck's feet, with five sharp edges and thick leaves.

"Oh my God, mage bless," the lightning mage opened his arms and hugged the gray dwarf tightly in his arms, "I'm so glad to see you. ”

The chasing wind in Blaney's hand slipped to the ground, and she squatted down silently, covering her face with her hands, and tears couldn't help but flow.

"Yes," the goblin's mouth opened wide, "they should be growing right next to that damn dragon grass, and I didn't even have time to warn you when it caught you." ”

At this point, the mission of this expedition is halfway complete, and Blaney's perfect Wind Demon Crystal is still missing. But Blaney is the least anxious person.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you find the perfect Wind Demon Crystal, I have other weapons to replace it. The four of them walked back along the road they had just taken, and this time the crossing of the single-plank bridge was particularly smooth. When he arrived at the door of the cave in the Dark River Valley, Blaney reminded, "Mogg, you better eat the magic grass and talk about it, because you will lose it again when you save it." ”

Morgriet knew that what she said made sense, when she was exploring in the wild, no one could say exactly what kind of accident would happen next, and she had already found the antidote to the curse, so she couldn't hesitate. This time, Mowglitte collected as many as ten pieces of demonic grass, and he only took out one and mashed it, swallowed its juice, and put the rest in his backpack and put it away.

Demonic grass is not an ordinary magic material, just these few leaves harvested by Mowglitte can earn them this time.

The peculiar taste of the demonic grass irritated Mowglitte's taste buds at the edge of his tongue, and he frowned and almost had tears in his eyes.

"Is it unpalatable?" said Blaney, holding back a smile as he covered his mouth, his majestic chest trembling, "You look like you're taking poison." ”

"Yes, it's too unpalatable. Morgaret finally swallowed the juice of the magic grass, and then let out a long sigh of relief, he could smell the fragrance of Sylvan mint grass in this breath, "I don't want to eat it again." ”

"How do you feel?" Nicholas, the lightning mage, took a few steps back, there were few people in Sertiana who could tolerate Sylvan mint, but the legendary mage Tesla was very fond of that strange smell, which was once thought to be a very important reason why he was able to achieve such a high level of magic at one time, but our young apprentice mage obviously didn't think so, and his hand in front of his nose gently stirred it up, which actually didn't help the rich smell of Sylvan's mint.

"There's nothing special about it," Morgaret closed her eyes, "it's like eating a big bundle of Sylvan mint, my goodness." ”

Morgritte looked up, but tears still flowed.

"Look, Morgritte's beard isn't so white. Goblin Miki excitedly pointed to Morgritte's chin, "There used to be a big lump, but now there is only a little left." ”

Mowglitte hurriedly took out a palm-sized mirror, he didn't have this habit, in his impression, carrying a mirror with him was something that only women do. But since he was cursed by Medusa's gaze, he has developed a bad habit, when he has nothing to do, he always likes to take out the mirror to look at his white beard, these days there are more and more white beards, and his mood is getting worse and worse.

Shet。。。。。。 Morgaret couldn't help but curse, because the mirror he had pulled out had shattered into glass slag. It must have been shattered when he was tossing at the Demon Dragon Grass just now.

"Use mine!" Nicholas, the lightning mage, handed over a mirror that was twice as large as Morgritte's, and it wasn't Morgritte's silver sol bargain. The mirror is trimmed with gold and has a thin pattern of grass leaves, which looks like a valuable item.

Morgaret quickly lifted the mirror, and was greeted by a haggard gray dwarf with a head covered in pale yellow pollen, his eyes sunk deep into his cheeks, and a pinch of white beard still on the tip of his chin.

"Let me probe with my magic. Nicholas raised his staff and uttered two incantations, a cyan light enveloped the gray dwarf, and the lightning mage's eyes shone with a seeping light, which lasted less than two seconds before disappearing.

This is a first-level basic spell, the probe, a spell that ordinary mages can use, and can be used to check the basic state of everything around them. The master's compulsion is high, and he shows his hand coldly, and it becomes the focus of the audience. Miki looked at Nicholas enviously, of course, goblins also have such alchemy items, but they are not as convenient as mages, and the price to pay is much higher.

"Pretty much no problem," this time the exploration technique consumed a lot of Nicholas's mana, and his already small amount of mana was almost at the bottom. "But there are still some unknown powers in you, and I don't know what they are. Back in Whitestone, you can find a more powerful mage or wizard to help you take a look. ”

A big stone in Mowglitte's heart finally fell to the ground, as long as he can survive, the remaining problems can always find a solution, in those old blacksmiths in the Western Ghats, there are many old monsters who have experienced countless storms and waves are still alive, as long as it is not the curse of dying immediately, returning to the Western Ghats can find a solution.