Mowglitte looked blankly at the crystal ball in the witch's hand, the cloudy crystal ball did not give him any hints, which made him extremely puzzled, and at this time, the cloudy crystal ball suddenly became crystal clear, as if the night sky had cleared the dark clouds. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Mowglitte saw a lush forest, with towering trees, dwarf shrubs, and thorny jungles, and a chubby little hand reached over a small bush and picked red cherries on the bush.

Mergritte could be sure it was his own hand, and he tossed the red cherry into his mouth, and soon after, spat out a flawless fire crystal, the scene he had dreamed about last night.

"It's my dream," Morgridet said.

"Dreams give meaning to people in reality," said Reeve the witch. Larson put the crystal ball away, "Do you know where your dream is?"

"This place feels very familiar to me," Mowglitte frowned, trying to think, "but I really can't remember." ”

"It's a very important clue, and if you think about it, you must remember to tell me. The witch held up a finger, "Remember your promise that you will grant a request to the person who holds half a gold moor." ”

The witch made a gesture of please, and Mowglitte knew that this was an eviction order, and the witches were indeed some strange people, and this half gold mole made Mowglitte excited and distressed. The Mithril in the ring was a great temptation for a grey dwarf blacksmith in the Western Ghats.

Morgridle is still just a blacksmith who has just risen from the bronze stage to the black iron stage, if he has these Mithril, he is sure to create a black iron level weapon or a shield, so that he can go to the blacksmith alliance to apply for a black iron badge to replace the current bronze badge, so that Morgritte's purpose of leaving the Western Ghats to travel is half, and the rest of the days are only a mixed day, and he can return to the Western Ghats in ten years.

It is a very painful thing to think about being the godfather of a future lord of mankind, and it seems that the child named William is a spoiled little ass, and Mowglitte feels a headache when he thinks of this.

Morwritte left the witch's soothsayer's hut and was about to rush back when he suddenly encountered a man beckoning to him. The winter night is approaching, and the sun is about to set on the side of the mountain with a line obliquely drawn. The sky was getting dark, and every house was lit up early. Nicholas, the lightning mage, tucked his head into a thick cloak and stood in the shadows of the corner of the street with his staff in his right hand.

"Morgritte, over here. The lightning mage's voice was low, as if he didn't want to arouse people's thoughts, there were few pedestrians on the streets of White Rock Town, and the adventurers at this time either left White Rock Town or gathered in the Purgatory Tavern of White Stone Town to wait for the arrival of the winter night.

"Well, it's so late, what else do you have to do, it's a winter night tonight," murmured Morwglitte, the weather getting colder and colder, and he missed the big fireplace of Purgatory more and more.

"Of course there's something, you come with me. "The tall figure of Nicholas, the lightning mage, disappeared into the shadows.

"If you have something, say it quickly. "Morkriet found out that Nicholas was actually taking him around Whitestone.

"I'm going to make sure no one is following us," the lightning mage looked back, mysteriously, and led Mowgli into a small courtyard.

"What kind of place is this?" Mowglitte looked around, an ordinary house with a small courtyard, with a hall, bedrooms, and kitchen at the back, all made of white moonstone. Such houses can be found in every corner of White Rock Town.

"There was an adventurer who didn't want to stay in Whitestone anymore and found the winter nights too hard, so he sold me his house. The lightning mage pushed open the door to the house and ushered Mowglitte into the bedroom.

Nicholas closed the window tightly, illuminated the room with illumination, and then carefully took out a wooden chest from the closet of the room. Remove a flower pot filled with dirt from the box.

"Dear Tesla," Morgritte turned to walk out, "the grey dwarves of the Western Ghats are only interested in rum and the soft waists of elves, flowers and plants that elves and women love. ”

Hearing this, the lightning mage's white neck was covered with redness, and the slender blue veins were filled with red blood, "Morgridt, don't you want to see what I found?"

"I have heard that after the winter night comes, the noble lords and ladies like to plant some tender and juicy plants, because they do not see the green for half the year. Mowglitte stood at the door of the room.

"No, it's different, I don't have the time to tend to those useless things. The silver lightning bolt on Nicholas' fingertips made a beautiful arc and fell to the center of the pot. There are no imaginary ashes, and there is no smell. It's like a drop of water falling on a petal and disappearing into the dirt of the pot in a moment.

"Where did you find this monster?" Morgritte's mouth was wide open enough to fit an egg.

"Cherry," Nicholas the Lightning Mage smiled mysteriously, "do you remember that cherry we ate in the Dark River Valley, it sprouted!"

"No, it's impossible," Morgridle stretched out her stout fingers and plunged into the dirt of the flower plate. Squeak, blue lightning flashed on Mowglitte's arm, he quickly withdrew his hand, and the lightning disappeared on Mowglitte's arm.

"That immaculate lightning crystal," the lightning mage Nicholas said of lightning on his fingers, "the seed of the cherry it sprouted." ”

Mowglitte suddenly felt that his brain was a little insufficient, wasn't the magic crystal taken out of the body of the demonic beast, when did the magic crystal become a seed and could be planted. Has the world changed?

"Morgritte," Nicholas, the lightning mage, said solemnly to him as he stood across from the gray dwarf, "and there is no shame in not being able to understand magic as a gray dwarf. In fact, the acquisition of magic crystals is a mysterious thing in the first place. The god Tesla also said that nothing is impossible, like this ball lightning. ”

A basketball-sized ball of lightning appeared on Nicholas's fingertips, and with a twist of his fingers, the blue lightning ball spun around his fingers.