Pop, a large fireball exploded on Medusa's gaze. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The flames that fell to the ground continued to burn, and Mowglitte hid behind the magic shield and frowned. "You can't even figure out the process of recognizing the magic weapon, do you, do I need to harm you?"

Marcelo soon understood that he had made a mistake, but the stubborn adventurer did not know how to apologize and admit his mistake. So the big fireball in his hand never stopped, knowing that the floor of the studio was almost covered with burning flames, and then Marcelo was depressed to find that his magic had bottomed out. A mage who can't control magic is definitely not a good mage, and it is never perpetual to run out of mana during battle.

"Damn, do you want to burn down my house?" the gray dwarf shouted loudly as he hid behind his shield, but his voice was of no use to the little boy on the other side until his magic ran out and the large fireball in his hand stopped.

"Is that how you treat your fellow adventurers?" Morwritte poked her head out from behind Medusa's gaze, her angry face distorted and distorted, "You must be punished, little brat!"

With a snap, the gray dwarf snapped his fingers, and the flaming discs on Marcelo's feet turned into two shackles, flaming shackles. Firmly cuffed to Marcelo's feet. The flames went up his ankles, but the flames didn't seem to hurt Marcelo at all, they just set fire to his ill-fitting old clothes, and when the clothes were reduced to ashes, his thin body staggered to support Marcelo's standing, and he had to sit on the ground. The dizziness he felt after the burning caused him to run out of mana made him barely able to open his eyes. The stubborn little adventurer refused to say a word, he bit his lip and did not say a word.

"You've seen the power of Hot Wheels, and it also has a demonic skill that can absorb the opponent's magic during the battle. Although it can't solve the problem of your mana burning, but at least you don't have to worry about running out of mana when you fight?" Mowglitte slowed down his tone and said slowly, in fact, all the flames could no longer hurt the little boy in front of him, and only he could hurt him.

"What price do I have to pay?" Marcelo behaved like a qualified risk-taker.

"Twenty years, you need to serve me for twenty years!" said Morgritte, quickly and urgently, as if he was afraid that the little one in front of him would regret it, and took out a white animal skin from his bosom, on which was written in blue ink.

Marcelo took the white hide, bit his finger, and pressed a bright red finger mark on the white hide.

Soon after, the adventurer team led by Lord Salit Larsen, the lord of Whitestone, assembled at the Tower of Babel Manor. A six-member team of adventurers, consisting of Morgritte, Angela, Miki, Nicholas, and Marcelo, plus the liaison of Casamilo, the deputy head of the Naval Alliance, set off from White Rock Town.

The ambitious Salit Larsson gave Mowglitte a mission to keep him safe before he left, but the Grey Dwarf knew that the lord wanted the entire Moonstone Cavern. At that time, all the moon stones for the construction of White Rock Town were bought from the hands of the Navy Alliance, which became an eternal pain in Salit Larsen's heart, although the money had already been paid at that time, but as the lord of White Rock Town, she wanted the moon stone, and she actually had to pay a high price, which she couldn't accept.

So after receiving Casamilo's letter for help, she found Mowglitte as soon as possible, this is a great opportunity, if it is handled well, she will be able to own this moon stone mine, but unfortunately now the lord has no extra force in his hands, he can't spare the manpower to complete this task, so he can only get rid of this matter to the gray dwarf.

The Grey Dwarf had no interest in the Moonstone, he was interested in the Moonstone in the cave, an extremely rare ore, only in the oldest books of the Grey Dwarf, he had not heard of the legend of the Moonstone somewhere in the years that Mowglitte had been away from Sertiana, perhaps because this ore was too rare, but their properties were not known to ordinary people. They are an ore with temporal attributes, which correspond to the spatial properties of gold crystal, and the temporal properties of leukite can change the concept of time, which is a change that is different from feeling, but an actual change. Of course, the use of this kind of white crystal is also a problem, and they are generally used in some more peculiar mysterious spaces to change the influence of time on mysterious spaces.

After leaving the wilderness, the group soon headed west. Out of the wilderness, Marcelo finally regained his childlike nature, and the flaming Hot Wheels rolled him forward faster than a galloping horse. Miki drove the black iron goblin puppet and only followed behind, Angela blessed herself with an aura of agility and strength, barely able to keep up with the two people in front, the gray dwarf is now much happier than before, his agility is almost twice as fast as before, the only one left behind is Nicholas, he is running while carrying the staff and panting, "You wait for me, you wait for me!"

In the wilderness, Marcelo tested the Hot Wheels skill, and the demon addiction was really very useful, and the attack damage of each big fireball could almost not replenish Marcelo's one-percent mana loss, which means that as long as his two attacks did not miss once, he didn't have to worry about the problem of insufficient mana. Hot Wheels' built-in fire cast speed is increased by 50%, allowing the large fireball in Marcelo's hand to fall into the wilderness in a straight line.

The messengers of the Admiralty Alliance had a strong opinion of Morgriet's procrastination at first, but after seeing Marcelo's casting speed, they obediently kept their mouths shut. Their leader, Casamiro, did not have such a spell casting speed, and the two-wheeled child could run faster than the fastest horse, which meant that he was a magic knight, something like this had never been seen in Celtiana. Although he was only a magician who could unleash the Great Fireball Technique, he had no doubt that their beloved deputy leader, Casamilo, was no match for this little kid in battle.

Marcelo laughed happily in the wilderness, and since he stepped on the Hot Wheels, he no longer worried about the dizziness he felt when his magic bottomed out.