Almighty Cultivation Supreme

"Your Excellency!" Morgritte picked up Redbeard, who had fallen to the ground, "Are you alright?" The gray dwarf had only seen a figure wearing a mask and a red beard on it once from a distance when he first entered the Redbeard camp, and the woman in front of him did not look like the leader of the Redbeard camp.

Still, the gray dwarf knelt on the cold ground with his left knee, and put his right hand on his chest in a chivalric salute.

"Get up," a pair of tender hands held the strong body of the gray dwarf, and if Morgritte himself did not want to stand up, it is estimated that Redbeard would not be able to support the gray dwarf at all. There were more doubts in Mowglitte's heart, the redbeard in front of him was only a bronze-level strength, just a little stronger than ordinary humans.

"You're Mogg, aren't you?" Redbeard's voice was full of feminine charm, and his calm words eased the doubts in the gray dwarf's heart a little, it was impossible for ordinary people to talk to a strange man in such a short period of time, as if they were all right.

"Yes, Mr. Two brought me to meet Lord Redbeard!" Morgaret stood up, he took two steps back, and blocked his figure in the crack of the tent, although the gray dwarf had determined that Merlin the Vampire would not be coming back, but this gesture was made for Redbeard.

"Do you know Merlin the Vampire?" Redbeard's tone became a little indifferent, not so cold that the gray dwarf didn't seem a little close.

"Yes, I was captured by the Storm Wolf before joining Camp Redbeard. The gray dwarf watched the flickering fire in front of him get brighter and brighter, and estimated that the rescuers would arrive soon. The Grey Dwarf wasn't a complete lie, and it was no secret that both sides of the Wilderness's Storm Wolf and Redbeard's camp were frantically absorbing adventurers in the wilderness. After combing through the two organizations, there were almost no wandering adventurers in the wilderness. However, the Windbreaker is loosely organized, and Redbeard is often joined by adventurers who have escaped from there, so there is hardly any flaw in what Morkriet says.

The blue-faced fanged mask on the gray dwarf's face radiated a strange light, and at the moment of redbeard's death, Mr. Two barged in with some guards.

"Your Excellency, are you alright?" Mr. Two said quickly and urgently, and the Wind Goat Knight gratefully glanced at the gray dwarf who had been left out in the cold, and then turned his head away, and left the tattered tent with Redbeard in his arms, and no one remembered the gray dwarf who had saved Redbeard just now.

The tent soon fell silent, and even the fire in the stove was extinguished. The gray dwarf poked his head out of the broken tent, looked around, and began to wonder if it was too easy to save people just now, and just a few words made the vampire Merlin let go of Redbeard, knowing that this would be better to provoke him, and come to a big battle, and the flesh and blood were blurred, so that he would probably become a hero tonight, maybe this would have been a feast, and he was drinking happily.

The gray dwarf retracted his neck into the tent, and the second gentleman had taken him around the camp for a while, and now it was impossible to go back, so he could only wait here until they remembered Redbeard's savior. The gray dwarf's gaze swept inside the pink tent, and he found a plate of pastries, and it seemed that Redbeard was right, someone had indeed brought her pastries.

The pastry is the most popular ruby biscuit in Frost-Free City, and the crispy and sweet dry mouth is not the style that the gray dwarf likes, but at this time, it is said that he can be picky, and with the warm milk tea, a plate of ruby biscuits will only be left in a small half after a while.

"Didn't you think about leaving me a little?" A refined woman suddenly appeared in the tent, fading a trace of panic left by the chaos just now, and her small and white chin hidden behind the red whisker announced her speech, "Take it without telling you, it's not what a knight should do!"

The one who went and came back was actually the owner of Camp Redbeard, and the Grey Dwarves weren't interested in knowing what had happened after they left, but it was clear that it wasn't the ruby biscuits that had brought the woman back to the dilapidated tent.

"I'm not a knight, I'm just a blacksmith!" Morkriette shoved the last ruby biscuit into her mouth, and no one came in but the woman in front of her. The gray dwarf suddenly felt a little guilty, the complaint just now was a little early, and it was obvious that Redbeard was not an ungrateful person.

"Are all the people who believe in mountain gods such eccentric?" Redbeard had already changed into a long dress, revealing his slender calves as white as snow as he moved his slender legs. "I used to know a grey dwarf who had come down from the Western Ghats, and he looked cold like you. ”

"Hahahaha, the enthusiasm of the Western Ghats is incomprehensible!" the gray dwarf laughed at himself, touching his head.

"Anyway, I want to thank you for saving me tonight. Redbeard walked up to the gray dwarf, "Mogg, thank you!" Redbeard lifted his mask to reveal a familiar face.

The gray dwarf was shocked, if it weren't for the fact that he also had a mask on his face, then he must have revealed a flaw by now. Mowglitte stared at the woman in front of her, her eyes unblinking, pretending to show an obsessed expression. The woman in front of her had a face like Helen, and in front of her, even the bright moon of the eternal night lost her brilliance. In the whole of White Rock Town, only Angela, the fairy who is tempted by the goddess, can match her, but it's hard to tell who is more beautiful than her.

Redbeard is actually Yelena, the daughter of Duke Kirov and the fourth in line to the throne of Frostless City. The gray dwarf quickly wondered if Duke Kirov was also involved in the war against the undead skeletons in the wilderness?

"Your mask is special!" Elena lowered her head and stroked the cold mask on the gray dwarf's head, "very beautiful!"

Morkriet felt like a prey being targeted by the Viper of the Eye King, and the cold hairs all over her body were soaked, and the inside of her vest was soaked.

"Are you scared? Mogg!" Elena's voice rang in the gray dwarf's ears. A small, cold hand touched the gray dwarf's arms. "Morgritte, your heart is beating so fast!"

The red-bearded Elena laughed heartily.

"Aren't you afraid of recognizing the wrong person?"

"Don't be afraid, I remember your taste!" two lines of tears streamed down her cheeks.