Bang, the entangled two-colored flames screamed out of the stove window. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Mowglitte didn't even think about it, so he pressed Salit Larsson under him.

The studio is going to be renovated again, and Morgriette's head is getting bigger. The gray dwarves don't remember how many times this is the month. Looking at the posture of the flames this time, except for the furnace that can be spared, it is estimated that there is nothing else left.

If you look down from the sky above Baishi Town at this moment, a red fire dragon appears in the center of the oval White Rock Town, and the fire dragon spun around, broke through the lid of the roof, and disappeared into the dark sky of eternal night.

Soon a new notice was posted in front of the purgatory's doors: the fire had greatly affected the purgatory's renovation work, and the reopening had been postponed by two weeks.

The new lounge room was pitch black, and all the furniture that had been brand new just now had turned into black charcoal. Morwritte stood in front of the stove, the blue veins on his forehead like earthworms in the dirt, about to emerge from under his skin.

"I did what you asked. Marcelo was obviously frightened by what had happened, and he was only a child, knowing that if he burned down a house in Frost Free City, he would be sent to be hanged by the owner of the house. Marcelo looked up at the empty roof, and to the west was a large, bright star, which was Mars, the seat of the god of fire.

The room was useless except for the stove in the middle. The white-bearded gray dwarf blacksmith was apparently a nobleman in Whitestone, and he probably had a grudge against him from the time he was robbed in the wilderness. This time he burned his house, and who knows how he will retaliate.

Marcelo couldn't help but tremble all over.

Mowglitte took the banana fan handed over by Marcelo, and only the clothes on the half-grown child in front of him were still finished in the whole studio. It is not a loss to be a flame dancer, a candidate favored by the god of fire. The gray dwarves couldn't help but be jealous, there were some extremely talented candidates in this world. The gray dwarf vividly remembered that when he looked up in disgrace, he saw the entangled two-colored flames dancing merrily around Marcelo, like a yellow bird in spring.

"It's not your fault. Morgriet patted Marcelo on the shoulder, "It's that I'm underestimating." ”

"Dear Mogg, your toys are too dangerous. The lord got up from the ground, patted her trembling breasts, and tried to cover her long white legs with her burnt dress, but found that it was in vain, for her dress was full of holes, large and small, covering the left leg and the right leg being exposed. "I'm sorry, Mogg, I'm going to be away for a while. "Salit Larsson flew away from the Grey Dwarf's blacksmith's workshop.

Marcelo was kept by Mowglitte on the grounds that he needed to build a new weapon. The staff is no longer suitable for Marcelo now. Just when Marcelo was about to refuse, the bracer on the gray dwarf's wrist changed, and a dazzling light made the two people who had just suffered a catastrophe close their eyes, Marcelo was very likely to lie down on the pitted ground of the studio, this place was full of evil, it was too unsafe, although the fire that suddenly broke out just now did not make Marcelo good, but this time the light was obviously different from the fire just now.

"Morkriette, you've let me down so much. There was a sound like a broken gong in the studio, and a big snow-white bird appeared on the top of the stove, with a bright silver beak and snow-white feathers, solemn and holy, "I've only been here for a few days, why did you make it like this, it seems that it was a mistake for me to leave the inheritance to you." The big white bird's gaze wandered between the gray dwarf and Marcelo lying on the ground.

"Morgritte, what is that?" asked Marcelo, looking up in surprise.

"Materazzi is not a thing, Materazzi is a bird!" the Angry Bird landed on the ground and unceremoniously pecked at Marcelo's right hand, in contrast to a large fireball the size of a human head that suddenly appeared on Marcelo's right hand.

"Stop, Marcelo, that's my pet. The gray dwarf hurriedly roared, Mowglitte was not worried about Materazzi's safety, he was worried about purgatory, Marcelo must not be able to take the crow, but the big fireball flying everywhere is definitely a disaster, the gray dwarf knows very well that the exploding fireball can quickly ignite everything that can be burned around.

"Boy, you're the only one who dares to fight back in the face of your grandfather. The crow said slowly. The big ball of fire, which had reached the crow's side, could no longer move forward, slowly becoming smaller in Marcelo's hand, and finally disappeared without a trace.

"Materazzi, are you done with your retreat?" Mowglitte flatteringly picked up the big white bird, "How did your feathers turn white?"

"If I don't come out again, this eternal fire will be destroyed by you. The crow croaked and landed on top of the furnace, flapping its wings and circling around the furnace, and then plunged into the small hole of the furnace.

Through the small hole, Mowglitte saw that the flames of the two colors, which had not been fused for a long time, began to merge slowly, the white flames began to darken, the blue flames began to fade, and finally the two entangled flames turned into a pale blue flame, burning quietly in the furnace.

Materazzi flew out of the hole and landed on Morgritte's shoulder, "You have become a silver-level blacksmith, and my seal has been partially broken, so the feathers on your body have turned white." ”

At this moment, a strange thing suddenly appeared in Mowglitte's mind, which were two burning wheels, and a raging flame burned on the wheels. "This thing is called Hot Wheels, and it is the most suitable for this little guy in front of him, he is a flame dancer himself, plus the power of the wind contained in the wind copper. It's like a tiger with wings. Materazzi's business suddenly ringed in Mowglitte's head.

The gray dwarf suddenly became enlightened, the flame dancer is the collective name of Sertiana's affinity for the flame, and the wind power contained in the wind copper has an enhanced effect on the release of fire spells. And the magic in Marcelo's body is always in a burning state, and this thing is simply tailor-made by Timarcelo. Of course, if you can have a demonic magic attribute, you can replenish the lost magic power in the process of fighting, which can be regarded as an indirect solution to the problem of Marcelo's magic burning.