"Morgritte, my dear Morgritte, it's really you!" Old York stood up, rubbed his eyes, and said with a little sadness, "I can't believe my eyes, Morgritte, it's a shame you're here!"

"Aren't you welcoming me, Daddy York?" the gray dwarf opened his arms and greeted his old friend.

"No, Morgritte, you're mistaken, the grey dwarves are hospitable!" Old York was a little incoherent, "You're the person Old York wants to see the most, but unfortunately you can't see Lucy, she's just gone!"

Mowglitte conjured up the image of a grey dwarf girl with freckled freckles on her face, with a delicate face different from that of the grey dwarf, but the figure was a replica of Old York's youth. "It's okay, the gift I brought her can be kept for a long time, so you don't have to worry!"

The gray dwarf took out the fur of the ghost wind rabbit king, the fresh fur had not yet been nitrated, and now it felt hard to the touch, but after being processed by the master's hand, it would become smooth and beautiful. In Frost-Free City, such furs have always been sought-after by nobles.

"Look, Lucy missed something," Old York took the fur of the Ghost Storm Bunny King from the hands of the Grey Dwarf, as an old blacksmith, of course he knew its value, the purple fur showed its extraordinary status, and while it was alive, it must have been a big man who commanded the party. It's a pity that old York was not happy at all at this time, and he said to Morgritte: "Lucy, she went to White Rock Town, she went to find you!"

"Oh, that's not good news!" Morwritte smiled bitterly, "I don't know the outcome of the battle between the Red and White Alliance and the Undead Skeletons, it's not a good time to go to Whitestone at this time!"

Although Old York was worried, there was no other way at this time, and the news brought by the gray dwarf made Old York even more sad, but he still forced a smile and invited Morwritte to lunch.

"I'm going to the Blacksmiths' Guild to prepare for the trial!" Morwritte led Gold out of the Copper Furnace Blacksmith Shop, where the Grey Dwarves in Frost Free City were most reluctant to come, but psychologically he had to come. The gray dwarves of the Western Ghats are all like to be lively, and when they meet other gray dwarves when they are out and about, they will always be warmly welcomed. Morgaret had a difficult time in the copper-furnace blacksmith shop, and the old York's kindness to the gray dwarf has always been remembered, but Lucy's persistence made Mowglitte feel embarrassed, although he did not see Lucy this time, but the gray dwarf's mood was not easy at all.

Gold's performance is that of a qualified follower, he is like a shadow of Morgritte, not an enlarged shadow. This state of affairs changed completely after stepping into the Blacksmith Alliance.

The minotaur guards standing in the doorway glanced at the black iron badge on Mowglitte's chest before retreating to either side of the door.

"Silver Fox, are you sure she'll cure my poison?" the chubby Gold's realizations were like a coward stepping on the execution ground, and he was even more nervous than Morgritte, who had participated in the blacksmith trial.

"That's not up to me to answer!" Morwritte smiled with a pretended lighthearted smile, "It's impossible for One-Eyed Bond to use some rare toxins to control the entire elite of the Wind Demon Wolf, so the toxins in your body shouldn't be difficult to solve, but I don't know about it, of course Gal Gadot will give you a clear answer!"

The Blacksmith's Guild has hardly changed, and the empty hall is dotted with a few people wandering leisurely, and it is easy to meet a few dwarves here, but Mowglitte doesn't know any of them. After consulting with a beautiful orc and submitting a request to see Gal Gadot, the two men were ushered into the living room at the back of the hall.

The location of the meeting room was close to the blacksmith's workshop at the back, and the gray dwarf's mood gradually calmed down from the rhythmic beatings. The air was filled with the smell of sulfur, and Mowglitte guessed that there must be a passage in the middle of the workshop behind the hall that connected to the magma underground, or the blacksmiths' guild would not have been able to smelt such a large amount of ore.

About half an hour passed, and the door to the living room was pushed open.

"Good day, beautiful and wise Gal Gadot Sage!" said Morgridt, standing up, reverently. Although Gal Gadot is a fox girl among the orcs, she holds a high position among the blacksmiths of Frostless City. In the eyes of the Grey Dwarves, gold-level blacksmiths are all respectable and bigwigs, a professional belief that transcends race and gender, and in this respect the Grey Dwarves are much more special than humans. In the eyes of humans, a half-orc fox girl is still a blacksmith, she needs to bear more doubts, otherwise with Gal Gadot's ability, how could she be sent to a bitter cold place like Frost Free City, far away from the center of the continent and in the far north.

"Good day, dear Mowglitte, I am so glad to see you again. Gal Gadot's frowning brow, pale face, and bloodshot eyes gave the gray dwarf a sense of foreboding.

"Your Excellency, Morwritte has come to be tested by the mountain god!"

Gal Gadot stretched out his hand to support his body, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with a trace of blood, and then wiped it off without a trace, she gasped softly for a moment, "Sorry, Morgritte, I'm afraid you'll have to wait!"

"What's wrong?"

"I was injured and had a difficult opponent on a recent adventure. A large patch of blood oozed from the ribs covered by Gal Gadot's right hand, and Mowglitte hurriedly helped her out of the living room. When they reached the hall, several orcs hurried over and picked up Gal Gadot.

"What should I do?" the round Gold spun around in a hurry, scratching his hair like a fish that couldn't breathe, lying on the sofa in the living room.

"I didn't know anything like this would happen," the gray dwarf sighed, the silver fox Gal Gadot was only at the peak of the silver level, it stands to reason that she should not encounter any great opponents in Frost Free City, but if it was a risk, it might be, but at her level, there should be no shortage of followers, what kind of situation made a gold-level blacksmith hurt like this, "Let's come back tomorrow!" Morgaret led Gold out of the Blacksmith Guild.

Gal Gadot took off his leather armor, and there was a huge wound under his ribs, about three fingers deep. She unscrewed a vial of white reagent and poured it over the wound, sizzling, and a fishy black smoke came out of the wound.

The wound writhed like a living worm, shrinking until it disappeared.