On the stone bridge outside Baishi Town, the lanterns still clanged on the tall wooden poles. Pen~Fun~Pavilion Lord www.biquge.info Lord's guards have been withdrawn. The stone bridge is full of adventurers coming and going. On this day, a very ordinary adventurer came from the stone bridge, he was a little different from the others, the other adventurers were all in groups of three, groups of five, and he walked across the stone bridge alone with a small burden.

Such adventurers were still common at the beginning of the eternal night, but they were very eye-catching in their hearts. There is no single adventurer who dares to venture alone in the wilderness now. None of the silver-level warriors can do it. There are fewer ghost wind rabbits walking in the wilderness, and the ghost wolves that are slowly hiding are not something that an adventurer can deal with.

This man was Mowglitte after taking the Pale Head, and before he crossed the stone bridge, the gray dwarf was targeted by at least three waves of adventurers. After a one-way approach and two unexpected collisions, the adventurers who followed the gray dwarf gradually dispersed. At least three hands had already groped the empty cloth bag on Morgriete's back. Now Morgaret was an unfortunate adventurer, who had nothing to gain in the wilderness, and returned empty-handed.

Mowglitte pushed open the familiar door, and the inside of purgatory was still lively. No one noticed the ordinary adventurer, and Mowglitte ordered a seven-ripe steak in his purgatory, ate it happily, and then paid for it, whistling as he walked to the back of purgatory. The gray dwarves need a break too much.

Mowglitte did not return to his room, he reopened a room, next door to his room. Pushing open the familiar oak door, he carefully examined the small room, which the gray dwarf wanted to leave as a place for his future identity. Something had happened recently that had given the grey dwarf a new idea, and he needed to calm down and think about his current life from a different perspective, just like that cold night in the wilderness, where it was raining heavily, and he couldn't see the direction of his life, so he walked in the darkness and kept walking until the clouds cleared and he saw the top of the mountains.

"Now you need to find your way in the dark, or you don't need to go fast, you need to know where you want to go. Mowglitte buried herself in a warm and soft quilt and closed her eyes. There was a sound of sobbing from next door.

"Who's in my room?" the gray dwarf chuckled in his heart, and he involuntarily pressed his ear to the corner of the wall, when a black raven flew from the open window.

Mateazzi flapped his wings and landed on the gray dwarf's shoulder, screaming. "Morgritte, you're finally back. ”

Mowglitte grabbed the crow by the mouth and held it in his arms. Then quickly close the window tightly. "Materazzi, from now on, you are not allowed to mention my name again unless you have my permission. ”

The gray dwarf slowly let go of the crow's beak, and after not seeing each other for more than ten days, the crow underwent some small changes. Small dark golden feathers appeared around its black wings, which required close observation to make out the sight. The gray dwarf felt as if an invisible line had appeared between Materazzi and him, and when the gray dwarf touched the line with his full mental power, a powerful suction force sucked it into a strange space. It was all gray and there was something shining in the center. When Mowglitte's spirit entered it, he saw a tall human with gray hair and beard. There are no wrinkles left by time on his face, some are the vicissitudes left by time.

This is the image of a human after Mowglitte wore the Pale Head, and the goblin Yu Lian in Frost Free City left a deep impact on the gray dwarf's heart, and he couldn't help but refer to Yu Lian's appearance when changing his costume, and then he became the tall berserker he is now. I have to say that this image is much more attractive than the gray dwarf itself. His name is Douglas, and he is a silver-rated berserker. His weapon is a double-edged axe.

This is supposed to be the telepathy between the hunter and the pet, and the gray dwarf carefully controls the crow, flapping his wings and flying around the room. Telepathy is a hunter's signature skill, and when hunting, it is very useful for reconnaissance. An evil smile suddenly appeared on Morgriet's face, and soon after, the window was pushed open, and a black bird flew into the darkness by taking advantage of the night.

Doo, dob, the crow banged on the Mowglitte's window with its sturdy beak.

"Angela, Angela. The little fleshy hand pushed open the window, and then hugged the crow by the window, "Look at Materazzi, maybe we should ask him where his owner has gone!"

Through the crow's small eyes, Mowglitte saw Angela, a fairy with a haggard face and tears not dried. In the past, only the pale cheeks were white and ruddy, and the plump and fair lips were full of cracks like a dry riverbed. Only the plump twin peaks appear fuller on the more slender waist.

At this moment, Mowglitte's eyes fell into a soft and white complexion, and only a white flower was seen. "Colored birds. The gray dwarf cursed, and it turned out that Materazzi had buried its head between the twin peaks of the orcs. Although Morgridle can control the crow's behavior telepathically, this control is not entirely done by the gray dwarf, and in many cases, the crow's instinct will also control its body to perform some of the actions it wants.

Materazzi enjoyed the tender time in Kate's arms.

"Kate, do you know?" Angela looked up, "I deliberately let go of that monster that Mowglitte rushed out to find that day?"

"What?" exclaimed the orc, "why did you do such a thing?"

"I don't know, I don't know why this is happening," the goblin raised his hands and waved in the air in frustration, "I saw the two of them hugging each other, and I just wanted to separate them." I didn't think he would get lost. ”

"Poor Angela," the orc said softly, taking the fairy in his arms, "you are just a slave, you see, Morgaret is a good master, and such a master should be cherished." ”

"Yes, I understand, he respects every living being, no matter what race it is, and he is stingy and puts the artifact on my body. ”

"You deserve to be punished. ”

"It's a pity that it's too late. Angela began to cry bitterly.

Materazzi rubbed hard from Kate's arms, Angela's tenderness that she had never enjoyed. This is a great opportunity.