Mowglitte took a step back, and he decided to get the hell out of it right away. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Morgritte had heard that witches were people who behaved outrageously, but this witch in White Rock was especially unreliable. Perhaps this witch was too young, and no experienced witch would have such a full chest.

"I know why your beard turned white?" the witch couldn't see any change on her face hidden behind her hat, but her bare chest began to rise and fall violently. "It takes a beard and a little bit of blood. ”

Morgaret propped her hands on the long table in the middle of the cabin, trying not to look at the two white balls resting on the table. The witch was too tall for the gray dwarf's physique, and her hair was not vigorous enough. "Hello, I'm Morgritte. ”

"Hello, the new owner of the Purgatory Tavern, I'm Reif, Rev Larson. The witch's figure shrunk motionless behind the long table, and behind the scarlet eyeshadow were azure eyes.

"I want to know why my beard is white?" said Morgritte.

"There has never been a gray dwarf with a white beard. The witch shrugged her shoulders behind the long table and took out a small silver disc of a slap from under the table, on top of which was a thumb-sized empty vial. "White beard, and a little bit of blood. ”

Mowglitte looked at the orb that had disappeared from the long table with some regret, which was not quite in line with the aesthetic of the gray dwarf. The beard is the work of every gray dwarf, but unfortunately Morgaret has plucked several of them today, which is enough to make him feel distressed for days. The white beard was barely visible on the silver platter, and the blood was placed in the empty vial.

"Wait a minute. The witch took a tall beaker from the long table, and from it something dazzled Morgriette, and began to recite the words. Moments later, a strange liquid emitting blue smoke appeared inside the tall beaker.

"Well, let me see how the hell this white beard came from. The witch said this, and suddenly there was a trance-like light from her hands, which detached her hands and landed in the tall glass on the table. The strange liquid inside the glass also began to glow. Then the witch tossed the white whiskers from the silver platter, and the blood from the vial, into the tall glass.

Boom, there was a dull thud from the tall glass bar, and a burst of bright red smoke came out of the goblet. "Tracing the roots!" the witch pointed to the smoke in the air. The smoke began to billow. The smoke in the center gradually spreads around, and the smoke around it gradually thickens. Suddenly, there was a wave of water in the center, and an image of a stone statue appeared, which existed for less than three seconds before disappearing.

"What's going on?" asked Morgritte.

"You can't forget what happened yesterday, do you?" the witch waved her hands in the air, and soon the smoke in the air, and the strange sour smell disappeared.

"Yesterday I was glared at by Medusa, so now you should be a stone statue, do you understand?" the witch pushed aside the tall glass on the table, so that only a small empty silver plate was left on the table between her and Morgritte.

"I don't know what's going on?" said Morgridt, spreading her hands.

"Medusa's gaze is a petrified ray, and I haven't heard of anyone alive from such a spell until now. You're very lucky. The witch's voice was ethereal and seductive.

"In fact, I'm standing here talking to you right now. Mowglitte said.

"I don't know what power lifted the petrification curse, but I feel that the power has not completely removed the petrification curse, and that the power is weakening and the power of petrification is increasing. So you only have a month, and after a month, if you can't find a solution, you're going to be a stone again. The witch said.

"Tomorrow morning, before the sun rises, there's a team of explorers in White Rock to join them. Find an herb covered in magic patterns. Morgaret looked at the half of the golden moore that appeared in his palm, and he didn't know when he had walked out of the witch's hut. When I looked back, the white yak hut was gone.

Morwritte returned to the Purgatory Tavern depressed, if it weren't for the half of the Golden Moore in his palm, he would have thought he was dreaming. "The reward for this divination is that you will promise me one thing, and the person who makes the request will come to you with the other half of this cup of gold moor. "Witches are really not to be messed with.

In another part of White Rock Town, someone was also in trouble. The lightning mage who followed Blaney at three junctions was cornered by angry archers, and it was easy to be mistaken to follow a beautiful lady.

"Say your name, Lightning Mage!" the green Wind Chaser held inside the archer's white fingers, and the straight bowstring approached the lightning mage's throat like a sharp dagger.

"Nicholas, Nicholas, Tesla!" The lightning mage's face turned pale and his voice trembled.

"It's an ambitious name, but you'd better be clear about your intentions. Chasing Wind left the lightning mage's throat, and the corners of Blaney's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a playful smile. Tesla is the god of mages in Celtiana, and it is easy for this person to be mistaken by adding the name of the god of mages to his own. But young people are always prone to getting excited and doing things that don't conform to the norm.

"I want my staff back!" said the lightning mage named Nicholas Tesla.

"No way, it's my loot. The spoils after any duel are sacred and inviolable. Blaney's chin lifted slightly, and he looked pitifully at the lightning mage in front of him.

"I can be your follower!" said the lightning mage named Nicholas Tesla, glancing feverishly at the staff at the archer's waist.

"Okay, but I need an oath to witness by the Dharma God. "The archers' eyes were full of tiny sparkling stars. Followers are such things that only appear in legends, and they can actually be met by the beautiful lady Blaney.