Mrs. Salit's hand bounced off Morgride's body, and Morgaret was blessed with the power of the god of war by Angela, as well as the yellow shield of the guard. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Ma'am," Morwritte roared, the muscles in his arm bulging, "give up a low-hanging artifact, and you'll regret your decision today." ”

"Then you're going to show me the strength I regret, right?" Lady Salitt's slender legs rounded in the air, and they slammed into the top of the gray dwarf's head with a snap.

The Grey Dwarves of the Western Ghats are notoriously formidable in battle, and the tradition of the Grey Dwarves in Seltiana has been able to continue for thousands of years, in addition to the Grey Dwarves' superb mining skills. Mining and crafting have amassed endless wealth for the Grey Dwarves, and the Grey Dwarves' combat power is the guarantee of this wealth.

It's a pity that these are not worth mentioning at the feet of the Lord of Whitestone, and the unarmed gray dwarves are suppressed by Lady Salit and kicked around like a ball.

"Madame, you will be met with the wrath of the grey dwarves. "Morgridt's hair is all open.

Giggles, the delicate white jade-like chest on Lady Salit's chest jumps and undulates to attract the gray dwarf's attention, "You also have to have the corresponding strength to speak big words, if it weren't for it, just like the pulsatilla on the branch, the call would not make the falcon go far." ”

Lady Salit was dressed in a long dress and small white buckskin boots on a winter night, which was not suitable for combat, but Lady Salit still relied on her slender legs to crush the gray dwarf.

Mowglitte is surrounded by a layer of earthy yellow guard shield, and Lady Salit's attack cannot break through the defense of the guard shield, but the difference in height means that the gray dwarf cannot directly attack Lady Salit, and the difference in strength causes the gray dwarf to be powerless.

As the lord of White Stone, Lady Salit is at least an elite warrior of the silver rank, while the gray dwarf is nothing more than a blacksmith of the bronze rank, a warrior of the black iron level, and a whole level of difference from the silver-level Lady Salit. All warrior ranks in Sertiana are certified under the framework of the Adventurer's Guild, regardless of race or gender. And the black iron-level gray dwarf was able to withstand the attack of the silver-level lady Salit, and from the side it already showed the strength of Morgritte's aura of rage.

The gray dwarf felt an unprecedented grievance, his strength was not as good as that of a person, his height was not as good as that of a person, and the other party was still a woman. He screamed, but it didn't help. The battle between the two lasted for about ten minutes, and at this time, the aura on Morgriette's body suddenly disappeared, and it turned out that the aura that the fairy Angela had blessed on the gray dwarf was up.

Morkriet suddenly felt his waist and knees sore, his hands and feet became heavy, and the colored rings under his feet suddenly disappeared. At that moment, Mrs. Salit's leg fell straight from the top of her head. Morwritte hurriedly raised his hands above his head, hoping to survive this attack, as long as the elf Angela immediately replenished his aura, the situation would be alleviated.

It's a pity that the gray dwarf overestimated his strength and lost the blessing of his aura, and Mrs. Salit's kick slashed him so straight that he knelt down with both legs, and as soon as his hands were weak, the enemy's legs reached his shoulders.

Lady Salit was also unprepared, and stepped forward to sit on the gray dwarf's body. At this time, I have to talk about the bad habits of a nobleman in Celtiana, it turns out that the nobles have no habit of wearing pants under their long skirts, so for a while the battle between the gray dwarf and the lord went on in a gorgeous state. The lord's long skirt covered the gray dwarf who sat down, and he sat there dignified as if attending a grand banquet.

Angela, the fairy who went to war for the first time, had no combat experience and killed her gray dwarf teammates. In the midst of the hurry, His Majesty's crown on his head fell crookedly, and the long skirt on his body rolled up like a tide. The incomplete Mowglitte's anger turned into the temptation of the goddess, and the goblin, whose skin was almost naked, was left with a blue bag on its upper body and a blooming flower on its lower body. She almost screamed as she clutched her hands to her chest, then closed her eyes and activated one of the Goddess's seduction skills, and a pink light fell on Lady Salit's body, enveloping the gray dwarf as well.

Angela immediately realized that she had made another big mistake, and actually blessed her aura with no enemies and me. And she had no idea what kind of effect this aura called Blood-Pumping had had.

There was a muffled, extremely slight moan from the back kitchen of the quiet Infernal Tavern, and the heavy gasps of the gray dwarf came from under Lady Salit's skirt. Like a frightened kitten, the fairy stood on tiptoe and took a slight step forward, bent down to pick up His Majesty's crown that had been left on the ground, and put it on top of her head with trembling hands. When she looked up, she found that Mrs. Salit had her mouth open, her white teeth biting her ivory fingers, her slender neck crawling with a pink scarf, her eyes delicate, and her long eyelashes trembling slightly. There was a burst of kitten-like calls in his throat.

As a fairy slave girl, Angela has maintained her virgin brilliance until now, not because she is not beautiful, but because she is too beautiful. Every time it changes hands, his owner wants her to bring more benefits, so these things like how to please a man are her compulsory courses. Mrs. Salit's performance was now a textbook demonstration, and Angela sat down on the ground with red eyes in less than a minute, and turned her head away from looking at it again, but the low moan could not be stopped from reaching the ears of the elf.

Heavy wooden doors isolate the noise of the hall from the splendor of the back kitchen. The fairy seems to be in the spring of the misty forest, the warm sunshine, the warm south wind, the soft grass, and the running teenager, as if time is forbidden.

Suddenly, a long moan broke the elf's dream. The kitchen is quiet again. Angela watched as Mrs. Salit struggled to her feet from the ground, leaned against the wall to the heavy wooden door, pushed it open with difficulty, and left without looking back.

The gray dwarf lay on the cold kitchen floor as if petrified, his fingers covered with a wet, shiny liquid that pulled out a long, thin line of shiny light that fell from his fingers to the ground.

"Morgritte," the elf crept over to the gray dwarf, and when he saw the gray dwarf's eyes roll, like a frightened hare, he covered his mouth and smiled softly, and left the kitchen with a puff of smoke.