Mowglitte patted the moose's neck gently, the gray dwarf was very satisfied with his current mount, it seems that the moose has changed drastically during this period of time in the Enchanted Forest, you must know that ordinary moose are only known for their strength and endurance. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info No grey moose has ever been so fast.

"Old man, you don't look like a nameless beast, how about I call you lightning in the future?" the gray dwarf leaned down and whispered softly to the white moose's ear.

The knight on the White Rock Street was illuminated by the dim light of the corner of the street, and the beautiful long ears of the silver-white moose twitched happily behind its head, and its large, bright eyes twinkled, as if it were very pleased with the name given to it by Mowglitte, and then snorted with pleasure as if it were a real horse.

"Let's go, Lightning, a famous mount shouldn't walk around the streets naked, let's go pick a beautiful saddle. I'm afraid you're a little too big, though. It needs to be customized. Mowglitte looked at the silver-white moose called Lightning, and the latter turned sideways into an alley on White Rock Street. The sound of clattering echoed far away in the alley, and the adventurers who followed saw only a white shadow.

There was no place to buy and sell saddles in Whitestone, and when the eternal night came, most of these mounts returned to Frost Free City, or the port further south. Without the sun's rays, the earth was yellow, and without the nourishment of grass, most of the mounts could not endure the heavy physical labor. The moose in Frost Free City are almost special, but they can barely survive for long in Whitestone. Because their rations are so hard to come by, with the exception of a few goat knights, such as goblins, who also have mounts, the average knight leaves Whitestone. The half-year-long eternal night is a great test for both adventurers and their mounts.

As Lightning passed by the witch's hut, Mowglitte vaguely saw a little light. So the gray dwarf grabbed Lightning's long mane and said, "Phew...... Stop, old man, maybe here's your nice saddle. I can't think of any other place to find something for you. ”

The silver-white moose came to a steady halt, and then slowly paced towards the witch's hut. The witch's hut is located in a remote corner north of Whitestone, and its white tent is usually closed, with only occasional red fires inside.

Morkriet was about to open the curtain of the tent when a fierce quarrel came from inside the witch's hut. A bewitching voice burst into the gray dwarf's ears through the white tent: "Paramount, can't His Majesty's majesty shine into the dark town of White Stone?"

"Dear Reve, the undead are like shadows in the sun, they cannot be completely destroyed. "A sunny breath followed.

"I'm ashamed of the white tower of Iglos, that a pious silver knight should say such a thing, which seems to me to be the standard of depravity. The seductive voice giggled.

"Who, who's out there?" a voice roared in exasperation, and the white curtain of the witch's hut was pulled open by a wide, strong hand. Appearing in front of Mowglitte was a Templar Knight dressed in silver daffodil armor, with a face cut like marble, and a pair of indifferent eyes. "Eavesdropping is not what an upright gray dwarf should do. ”

The handsome Templar suppressed the anger in his heart, no matter who encountered such a thing in front of a beautiful girl, he would not have a good temper. However, the gray dwarf's face also became very ugly, and the interruption of his pleasant mood was the last thing Mowglitte could accept.

"I'm here to buy something, big man, you have to figure it out. This is White Rock, not the high, cold place of Igloth. If you want to be unheard, you should go to Purgatory and find a quiet cabin instead of shouting here. Mowglitte patted Lightning's ass and slowly squeezed through the crack in the tent.

Rev was still the same as before, her exaggerated multicolored pigtails slung against her head, and the hanging whip covered most of her face. Revealing black eyeshadow and a bright red lip. The tight waist set off the white mountain peaks on his chest like a snow-capped mountain, and a wide and large long skirt hung down on the ground, covering his feet together. The gray dwarf thought to himself that under the skirt there must be a pair of white and tender feet.

"Is there anything I can do to help you, adventurer?" Reeve stood up on the couch.

"Reve, what's the matter," Morgaret looked at the witch in front of her differently, "don't you know me? I'm Morgride, the grey dwarf blacksmith Morgridt!"

"Of course, of course I know you, and who in Whitestone doesn't know Mogg the Grey Dwarf!" a warm smile spread across the witch's face, "I'm just a little sleepy, do you need any help?"

Only then did Morgaret realize that the familiar purple cloak on Reve's shoulder was not worn today, what was going on, could it be that the previous guess had always been wrong. The Grey Dwarf is almost certainly the witch of Salit Larsson's other identity, just like Blaney, as the lord of Whitestone, she has always had three identities, one is the lord of Whitestone, one is a ranger adventurer at the peak of the silver level, and the other is the witch Reve. But now looking at Rev in front of her, the gray dwarf is a little unconfident again, and it seems that she really doesn't know Mowglitte.

"Bring me a nice saddle for my old fellow!" said Morgridt, jumping off the silver-white moose. Standing condescendingly in front of Reif, the two towering snowy peaks swaying in front of him, the gray dwarf forcing himself to look elsewhere.

"What a beautiful moose," a holy light in Paramount's palm was one of his tricks, and there was no such thing as Sertiana's mount that was not tempted by divine magic. When he saw this pure white guy, he couldn't help but like it. "Such a sacred mount is only worthy of a temple. ”

"Paramount, this is White Stone. Rev was furious, "Don't bring those from Iglos here. ”

"The divine sun shines all over Celtiana. Paramount said.

"It's eternal night!" Morgriet said faintly.