The greatest meaning of darkness for adventurers is that you don't know where your enemies are, and you don't know when enemy attacks will come to you. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Morwritte walked forward resolutely, believing that he would be able to sweep away these ill-intentioned people tonight. Because he has the aura of a guardian shield on his body.

Poon, a dagger flew up in the darkness and sliced at Mowglitte's waist, and the black hammer was gently picked up at night, and a slender figure went up and disappeared from the sight of the gray dwarf.

"Watch out for your guardian shield. As Morgaret walked on, an adventurer shrunk up in the light of the sands of time, and the gray dwarf flipped him up, finding that the adventurer was almost a skeleton, with only a thin layer of transparent skin stuck to the bones.

"What's going on?" Angela's voice trembled.

"Don't be afraid, no matter what, as long as you have an aura on you, they can't do anything about you. Morgaret whispered to comfort the goblins around her, this time the incident gave the gray dwarf a lesson, his lair must not be empty at any time, otherwise it will be useless to do it well outside.

It seems that Merlin can't help but intervene, but he doesn't know which side he is on. The withered corpse was the result of a vampire's tentacles, a state of terror that had been sucked dry of blood.

The battle in the darkness was about to heat up, and Mowglitte couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and he pulled the goblin to move forward quickly. It was only by this time that the Grey Dwarf truly appreciated how big the Purgatory Tavern was.

Suddenly, a little fire lit on the wine rack not far behind Mowglitte.

"Morgritte, over here. "A bottle of light blue flame flew over Morgritte's head and landed on the floor of Purgatory.

The bottle landed on the floor of the Purgatory Tavern, and the shattered bottle ignited a puff of blue flames that lit up all sides. Morwritte rushed to the edge of the flame, threw a few pieces of rotten wood into it, and soon a fire was kindled, illuminating the surroundings even brighter.

The flame in the darkness was the best guide, and in a short time, three or five adventurers gathered on the edge of the flames, almost all of whom were wounded, and one adventurer had a large piece of his arm cut off, and the blood stained most of his body.

"Are you alright!" Angela raised her hand, and a healing light fell on the injured adventurer, and immediately his wound stopped bleeding, and the man's face became ruddy.

"Thank you, Angela. The adventurer thanked him from the bottom of his heart, he thought he was going to die tonight, and who knew he would meet Angela.

"It doesn't matter, you just make sure the flames here don't go out, and you can all survive tonight. Angela raised her hand again, and the green healing light fell on a pale-faced adventurer across the fire.

In such a dark night, many adventurers were accidentally injured, these people had no medicine, they could only face an unknown fate, but they met Angela. The flames burned.

Morkriet walked on, and another bottle of spirits from the shelves fell onto the floor of the Purgatory Tavern. This time it ignited a broken table on its own. Morwritte piled the pieces of wood together. The gray dwarves not only light these fires, but also prevent them from starting fires.

This is a very effective method, the fire that ignites in the Purgatory Tavern, and the darkness slowly dispels. When most of the people gathered around the fire, the killing slowly subsided.

The Minotaur guards re-lit the torches on the walls, illuminating the entire Purgatory Tavern. Angela and her guards began to clean up the rubbish from the floor.

"In the future, Purgatory will use this thing for lighting. Mowglitte took out seven or eight sands of time from the space ring, he actually had such an idea, but he always felt that it was not appropriate, but after this incident, Mowglitte felt that purgatory was his foundation, and there could be no mistakes here.

The Sands of Time were much brighter than those torches, and seven or eight Sands of Time were placed on the walls around them, and the whole purgatory seemed to have come to the noon of summer, and it was lit up everywhere.

Angela began to clean up the damage caused by the riot, and the seats in the lobby of the Purgatory Tavern were almost all smashed, and the floor was smashed into a mess, with five Minotaur guards dead and more than a dozen adventurers dead. More people were injured. But the injury is not a problem now, as long as it is not dead on the spot, Angela can stand up alive with a healing light.

By the time Morkriet searched the wine rack behind the bar, the people had already left. If it weren't for that man's idea, tonight's riot would have caused more than a small loss.

"Is that Salit?" Angela finally sent the adventurers away. The entire hall of Purgatory was empty.

"Yes, it's her, she's done me a great favor!"

But she said......" Angela hesitated for a moment, but decided not to say anything else.

"I'll think about it, Angela, you need to rest, you go and rest for a while. Mowglitte lovingly hugged Angela. The most tired tonight is actually the fairy Angela, because all the injured adventurers have been treated by her, and finally after the magic power on her body is consumed, she absorbs the magic power in the magic crystal, and does not stop until all the injured adventurers have been treated.

"Morgritte, you seem to have forgotten me. A young man in a wide black cloak, hiding his figure, stopped in front of the gray dwarf.

"Merlin, believe me, I need a little time, you go to the blacksmith shop next door. Where to wait for me. I'll be looking for you in a moment. "The halls of Purgatory are now empty, and the minotaurs have all gone to the back bedrooms to rest. Morgritte wasn't worried about anyone recognizing Merlin.

"Okay, Morgritte. I've been waiting for you. The red-haired young man did not dare to be impatient in the slightest.

"I know, Merlin, but I'm sorry, I had an accident, I'm sure you've heard about it. I need a little bit of time. Mowglitte looked apologetically at the new leader of the Wind Demon Wolves and walked to the back of the purgatory hall.

Before Morgriet could enter the room, Angela in his arms was already asleep. When he tucked Angela into the quilt, he found that her hand had been gripping the hem of his shirt tightly.

"Sleep, my dear darling. Wake up tomorrow and everything will be fine. ”