The decision to use up the five flawless crystals made Morgridt feel distressed for a while. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info There are not many fruits on the cherry trees, and the ripe ones are almost picked. Counting the three that were divided and the one that the crow ate, Morgritte's Fury used up five, the Pale Head used up five, and there were only twenty-five left.

It was quite a bold decision to draw the alchemy circle now, as the magic of the Grey Dwarves was only a hundred Tesla. If there is a situation where the magic power is exhausted during the drawing, it will be very troublesome, and the alchemy circle will explode at the least, and if it is serious, the person who draws will be counterattacked and become an idiot.

As soon as this thought appeared in Morgritte's heart, it was like a germinating seed that grew wildly and quickly broke his mind. The gray dwarf held a red flawless fire magic crystal attached to the yellow furnace wall, and there was no unbearable burning as expected, only a faint warmth. At this moment, the white flame of eternity in the furnace suddenly rose, as if a bucket of oil was poured into the fire, and the flame overflowed from the mouth of the furnace.

Ah, Miki couldn't help but scream, and a few handfuls of pale yellow hair on his forehead were curled up. He hurriedly took a few steps back, and the heat of the gray dwarf's studio was rolling, and the white paper he had just drawn was rolled up, and the corners began to turn yellow and black.

"What is Mowglitte doing, why is it so hot?" Blaney's large beads of sweat fell from her forehead, and she couldn't help but take off her cloak.

The white flame poked its head out of the open of the furnace, and it stretched out along the wall of the furnace to envelop the gray dwarf, who didn't have the heart to pay attention to the trouble that what had happened to him and the two people outside. His mind was on the alchemy circle that appeared in his mind. All Mowglitte needed to do was carve out a path on the walls of the furnace for the magic to flow. At this moment, the wall of the furnace is the paper of painting, and all the gray dwarf has to do is to draw the alchemy circle in his mind on this paper.

Mowglitte pressed the red fire crystal against the furnace wall, and the spiritual power spread through the fire crystal through the palm of her hand to the furnace wall. With a pop, Mowglitte seemed to have passed through some unknown barrier and stepped into a red world, where the sky was red, the earth was red, and everything around him was red. Not far away, there was a pile of burning flames, rising into the sky, with the smell of ancient desolation, as if it had been burning for countless thousands of years. The flames went from red, gold, blue, white, all the way up.

The real flame, this is the real flame, Morwritte suddenly had such a thought in his mind, without any reason, he could be sure that the flame in front of him was the real flame, and in his studio was just a small doppelganger of the real flame. It is unknown how Materazzi managed to introduce the clone of the True Flame to Whitestone. Mowglitte couldn't help but think of a long-standing legend in the Western Ghats, that only by mastering the true flame can a true artifact be created.

The gray dwarf's heart became hot, but he knew that with his current ability, he couldn't even deal with the clone of the True Flame in the studio, but not being able to deal with it didn't mean that he couldn't use it, and this alchemy circle could use the clone of the True Flame.

The magic of Mowglitte spread along the walls of the furnace, and the flames of the white stone followed, and in Miki's eyes, it was as if the gray dwarf was drawing white flames on the walls, and soon the red magic crystal melted into the furnace wall. Morwritte pulled out another magic crystal. Five magic crystals in turn evenly surrounded the furnace wall, and the furnace wall was covered with white flames. Blaney couldn't help but close his eyes and stepped back. When she opened her eyes, she found that the stove was gone.

The stove in the center of the studio, as well as the Morgriet by the stove, were missing.

"What's going on?" Blaney and Miki looked at each other.

"I was still here just now, why did I disappear in the blink of an eye?" Miki carefully moved step by step towards the middle, then stopped and stretched out his hand to grope in front of him, until he touched the opposite wall, and Miki didn't touch anything.

"What you see may not be true!" Materazzi flew up with a clatter, and it circled over the studio, and then plunged headlong into the central furnace, like a fish entering the water, and a vibrating starting point appeared in the air, and without a sound, the crow disappeared out of thin air.

When the crow approached Mowglitte, the dragon bracers on his wrists emitted a burst of white light, enveloping both the gray dwarf and the black crow. At this moment, a black tower suddenly appeared in front of Mowglitte's eyes, and there was a circle of white steps winding around the tower, and the tower went all the way up, as if reaching the sky.

"Babel, is this Babel?" Morkriet couldn't help but tremble, he walked quickly to the edge of the black tower, and stepped on the white steps without hesitation. Legend has it that Igros, the greatest and richest king of Ser, built a tower to heaven in order to make a wish to the gods, and legend has it that this tower reached to the sky and towered into the sky. But no one knows exactly where the tower was built. All the craftsmen involved in the construction have died, and no news has spread.

The white steps clinged to the black tower, and no gaps could be seen. One step after the other, spiraling upwards. The steps were not more than a meter wide, twenty centimeters high, and Mowglitte climbed up the steps one by one, round and round, and did not know how long, until his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and when he could no longer move his feet, a gate appeared in the black tower.

The gates are painted with the leaves and flowers of the laurel trees in the misty forest, and on the gate is a pattern of an oak tree sprouting seeds. Morgritte pressed her hands on the door and took in the cold, black stone tower of the same material. The gray dwarf used all his strength, and the door slowly opened.

The first floor of the Tower of Babel was empty, except for a crystal ball in the center that glowed a faint red.

"What is this?" the gray dwarf stood in front of the crystal ball, lost in thought. Obviously, the place he was in now was a strange space, so what was in front of him was real or fake. Morwritte crossed her heart and pressed her hands to the crystal ball that glowed red.

With a click, the crystal ball shattered, and a huge stream of information poured into Mowglitte's mind from the top of his head.