Victorious, finally victorious. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info There was only one thought left in Mowglitte's mind.

Goblin Miki crawled out of the black iron puppet in despair, he was the losing side, according to the rules he could take his own life, the rest would be the spoils of the victor. In other words, he has since lost his one-armed black iron puppet. No, now a black iron golem who has lost both arms.

Miki squatted on the ground and began to cry.

Unlike the sad green-skinned goblin is the double-knife ranger Durant who is smirking with his mouth open and holding Medusa's gaze. After the tall and handsome midshipman knight announced the outcome of the duel, the excited Durant snatched the shield of Medusa's gaze in the hand of Daddy Angelin: "This is mine, I only need this shield." The rest is yours. ”

Obviously, the last valuable trophy after the victory of this battle is this Medusa gaze, as an imitation he can actually emit a petrified ray like Medusa's gaze, although everyone can't figure out why Mowglitte is okay in the end, but such a magic shield that solidifies Medusa's gaze is a rare magic weapon, and his effect is beyond the scope of black iron level magic weapons. It can be said that its value has surpassed that of Blaney's chasing the wind.

Blaney has the right to distribute the spoils of war as the captain of the battle, but Durant is the biggest contributor to this battle, so if he says that he wants to have the shield of Medusa's gaze, Blaney can't stop it, because the berserker's head was cut off by Durant.

"Well, you can get Medusa's gaze, but the rest of the loot won't be yours. Blaney said. With that, she kicked Mowglitte, who was lying on the ground, and the two of them gathered the rest of the loot together.

A lightning mage's staff, Angelin's Infernal Axe, Goblin Miki's black iron golem and a few petty little things, and the title deed of the Purgatory Bar. Although there are not many things, it is still a considerable income if two people share it.

"You won't be able to use this staff anyway, so it's mine. You don't have an opinion, do you?" Blaney said, picking up the lightning mage's staff and turning to Morgritte.

Morgaret shook her head, he didn't dare make a sound at this time, hoping she wouldn't remember what had just happened. The moment Mowglitte hit the archer's ass almost made him the enemy of all men.

"You can't use this purgatory, I'll take it and dispose of it. Blaney picked up the Berserker's greataxe, and she was right, it was a Berserker's weapon, and a gray dwarf couldn't use such a weapon.

Morgritte was about to cry, he was now penniless.

"Look at you like that, what should be you is not missing at all. What kind of person do you think I am? Blaney threw the red title deed into Morgritte's arms, "Purgatory is yours, but I warn you that Purgatory is the only tavern in Whitestone, and you can't close it." ”

Morgridet picked up the soft white deerskin, which had a scarlet seal on it that indicated the ownership of a place in Celtiana script. "I don't have to worry about running out of alcohol anymore. Mowglitte was so happy that he didn't even hear Blaney count the armless black iron golem to his name.

"Don't be too early to rejoice, I remind you that your blacksmith shop is ready to open. Here's my advice to you. It's what Mrs. Salit wants you to do. The blacksmith of Whitestone is finally going to own his shop, isn't it?" said Blaney, crouching down and looking at the ecstatic gray dwarf.

"I'll be able to concentrate on running the tavern in the future, right?" said Morgritte.

"No, you're a blacksmith, why do you want to go to a tavern?" said Blaney.

"And what about this tavern?" said Morgritte, aggrieved.

"Why don't we do it together, anyway, the purgatory place is very big, the blacksmith shop during the day and the tavern at night, how about this idea?" Blaney glanced at Mowglitte, his eyes were cold, "Why do you have a better way?"

"No, it's a good idea, I'm going to do it!" Morgriet couldn't say the bitterness in her heart, she thought that after getting purgatory, she could live a happy life of drunken dreams and death, who knew that she would be so hard, and she would also run a blacksmith shop.

Morgriet comes from a historic grey dwarf family in the Western Ghats, which has a long tradition that every soon-to-be grey dwarf has to go through a journey through the Ghats and return to the Ghats. But no one knows why the grey dwarves of the Western Ghats did this. I don't know what such a trip means to the gray dwarves.

About half a year ago, Morgaret came to White Rock alone, and then he found that there was not even a blacksmith in this border town, and then he stayed. Like all grey dwarves, Morgridle was fond of drinking, especially Havana's rum, which was an extremely cheap sugar cane liquor in its home and sold very expensive in White Stone. One gold moore can buy a bottle. Fortunately, Morgritte's blacksmithing skills were not bad, so his salary could only meet his occasional trip to purgatory to drink rum.

The crowd at the edge of the dueling arena dispersed, and the Black Iron Golem was sent to the Purgatory Bar.

When Morkriet arrived in purgatory, it was already full of people. As the owner of the tavern, he could barely squeeze in. There was only one tavern in Whitestone, and Morgaret knew it like his home, spending most of his time here except when he was out on adventures.

Today's situation is more special, many people who have won money will come here to squander their gains, and those who have lost money will also come here to wash away their anguish with rum. With great difficulty, Mowglitte squeezed in and found an empty seat to sit down.

"Mogg, what would you like to drink?" Morgriet was talking to the goblins in Purgatory, slaves that Daddy Angelin had found out of nowhere. The goblins are a special race, the men in them are excellent mages, and the women in them are excellent archers. But it was their beauty that made them famous, so there were inevitably elves in the slave trade, which was the most famous in Sertiana, and of course, another elf who lived in the forest was also the target of the slave traders.

"A bottle of rum, thank you!" Morwriet let out a long breath.

"Okay, boss, please wait. Angela smiled and stepped back.