Vol 6 Chapter 20

The misty mist slowly brought the hot air to the roof and licked the smooth ice surface. The ice-making skills of the Tilmos were extraordinary, at least far beyond the level of their tents. Each ice surface fits tightly together. , You can't feel the unevenness from the surface by hand.

Brando was immersed in the hot spring, watching the haze of mist as the white mist said. The Tilmos who led the way took him here to bathe and change clothes, and then arranged for him to meet with the wise men. For the Holmes, it is a sacred ritual to meet the wise.

He originally thought that there was no environment to bathe on this ice floe. I was afraid that he would probably take a thrilling ice bath. For the Tilmos who were born with elemental power, it seemed that ice baths and warm baths were also used. There is no essential difference. But when he did, he realized that there was such a warm spring in this igloo piled by the Tirmos.

There is naturally no geothermal heat on the ice floes. Most of this hot spring is magical. If you want to come to Tyrmos, you don't need to maintain such a hot spring at all times. This hot spring and even this igloo are mostly prepared for him.

Thinking of this, Brando couldn't help but feel a little flattered. He knew why the Timos respected himself, and couldn't help but worry about them for a while. These Timos didn't know much about themselves. After the resources used for trading, will not be so angry.

There was a stone basin in the corner of the igloo, and the fairies lit the meditation incense in the stone basin. The incense smelled a mysterious flavor, rising from the embers into the water mist.

The fog in Brando's eyes seemed to turn into a fantasy, showing a strange scene in front of him, and scenes were reproduced in front of him, and if Ruo had repeated his experience after crossing.

He saw the war in the ring of trade winds. The enemies he encountered in that battle were far from being the most ferocious compared to those later opponents, but that battle made him the most memorable. A battle.

At the same time, it was also the most difficult battle. Even the later battle of Ampelsel, the confrontation with the empire, and the battle with Her Majesty the Queen were far less critical than they were then.

He couldn't help but reach for the scar on his cheek, which was left in the battle of the Trade Ring.

There are also scars on the chest and on the arm. These are the marks left in many battles. Although there are many ways to completely eliminate the scars in Warnder, Brando didn't spend the effort. It's not that scars are treated as medals like some perverted aristocracy, but it's simply not necessary.

With a bang, he stood up from the water, and the water droplets on his body rolled down along the well-formed muscle lines, evaporating instantly. With open arms, he naturally put on a gray cloth robe, the style of which was exactly the same as that of the Tyrmos.

The fairies outside the house seemed to be aware of the changes in the house. They flew into the igloo and looked at Brando curiously. They flew around him for two or three times before they stumbled on his shoulders. Holding spices in their hands, they sprinkled carefully on Brando. Brando immediately smelled a strange smell in his nose. His spirit was slightly shocked, and a system prompt jumped out of his eyes:

"17,334 experience gained."

This is exactly one percent of his total experience. Brando immediately understood what the spice was. Meditation. This spice is said to come from a cetacean of some element in the shallow sea. Its function is to make people A clear mind can look at itself and, according to the player, directly increase experience.

However, Brando has only seen the kind of meditation that is made of incense. One can take effect for one minute and gain 1% of the class experience every second. It is like these goblins use it luxuriously. He's seen him for the first time.

Experience suggests that jumping a total of three times will fully allow Brando to upgrade the Templar and the Frost Guardian by an entire level.

"It's extravagant," he couldn't help thinking.

"Are you taking me to the wise now?" He asked.

"The wise want to see you," the fairies replied in unison.

They clearly said the same sentence, but they were different from each other, and the sound they made was also embarrassing, which made them quite happy.

Brando put on a shawl woven shawl. This is also one of the necessary etiquette to meet the wise man. He naturally does not understand, but there is white mist, and it is not wrong. He stepped out of the igloo. White mist and Malocha were already waiting outside. Miace shrank her body inside the crystal stag's mane. She immediately dived into the sea for a long time, and seemed to be a little unsuitable for the climate here.

Brando looked up into the distance. This Tirmos port was called Yongdong Port. Although it was only built on ice floes, it was not small. It doesn't look like a temporary settlement like Bai Mi said. It looks like a permanent city. At least Brando saw various permanent buildings such as sea walls, trestle bridges and streets.

Light rays passed through the huge ice floes, between the clouds and fog, and in the distance were the gray sky and the surface of the howling rage. Since they entered the misty sea, the shallow sea has changed into a look that is no longer docile Calm and getting restless.

He saw the Tilmos fleet in the port, dark and dark, a bit like the Vikings' leading battleship, but bigger and more spectacular. He also saw some Tirmos who gathered in the square. The number was not large, but there were also 20 or 30 people near and far.

These elemental creatures are rather indifferent. It seems that he is not in the presence of unexpected people. Except that he can feel one or two "eyes" occasionally, most of the time he does not feel that someone is looking at himself.

Except the fairies

There are fairies everywhere in the camp. They seem to be more than Tilmos. Brando doesn't know if this is normal or not. He didn't ask Baiwu, only when the fairies themselves like to talk with Tilmo. The Sri Lankans live together.

Not to mention that the fairies who brought him here earlier are not the residents here?

Those inquisitive natural goblins hid everywhere to quietly look at these uninvited guests. They curiously pointed and expressed their opinions, mostly like: Is this human? How can they get here? I heard that human beings are also divided into men and women? Is she male or female? What's that little white dot? Topics like that.

Seeing Brando coming out, the little white little white mist jumped over his shoulder and said angrily, "These little things are really annoying."

"It's not that they blame them," Brando replied indifferently. The fairies were always curious, which was their nature, but most of them were actually not malicious, although a few forest fairies liked pranks very much.

But he stopped short.

He saw a rare fire leprechaun with a square not far away. Of course, this square is not like a square of human beings, often it is either a fountain or a statue. The Tirmos' square is their sacrifice place. Here is a stone pillar, which is tied with thick ropes. The ropes are tied with knots, and different colors are painted on them with white dye. pattern. These knots are sacred to the Tilmos, and represent the most significant event that a clan has experienced in the past. Of course, only wise men can tell their origins carefully and the little fairy is sitting in the square. At the top of the stone column, although this stone column is not a forbidden place for the Tyrmos, the little guy who dares to sit on the most sacred place of other people is worthy of attention anyway.

The little guy had wheat-colored skin, short flame-like hair, ** upper body, wearing a pair of fine trousers, and bare feet. His eyes shone like gold, and a belt passed through his shoulders, attached to his waist on the other side, and a scabbard of a two-handed sword was hung.

Of course, this sword is only about one slap in length to Brando.

But a flame goblin with a sword is rare anyway.

No, it should be said that the flame goblin itself is very rare.

Fire goblins are subjects of Fossedes. They are proud and intelligent, weak in curiosity, and very alert to humans. And it is said that most of the fairies are females, and only the flame fairies are male. They usually live in the flames of the scorching heat and rarely come to the outside world, let alone the shallow sea.

No fire element doesn't hate water.

"That's really interesting." Brando glanced at the goblin.

The fire goblin seemed to notice them, but he just tilted his head and looked away, then turned his attention again. They don't like humans, and they are not as curious about foreign objects as other fairies.

In fact, the subjects of Fossedes were aloof, not at all as enthusiastic as the element of fire.

"You noticed that goblin too?" Bai Wu asked standing on his shoulder.

Brando was following the leading fairies in front of himself across the camp to the tent where the wise man was legendary. He nodded and asked, "What?"

"Do you pay attention to his scabbard, is it similar to the scabbard of the Flame Blade? You know that Odysseus is the holy sword of the element of fire. The scabbard shows that he has a part of Odysseus' rule, this little The guy may be the uncle's uncle blood, he is a fairy prince, "Bai Wu whispered.

"The prince of fairies?" Brando froze. His understanding of fairies is limited to their nature. In fact, few people have an in-depth understanding of the organizational relationships of these elemental creatures, as if they were not even in the past games. Each player knows about the Tilmos.

"Fairy princes are common?"

"Common?" Bai Wu looked at him with a speechless voice: "It is extremely rare. The fairy royal family rarely appears outside, let alone the subjects of Fossés. You need to pay attention to it later, this Timothy. It may be unusual for people to have camps. "

Brando nodded silently.

At this time the fairies had separated in front of him, lined up in two rows, and Brando stopped to see a huge tent in front of him.

However, this tent is not like the crudely made shacks he saw along the way, it is more like a palace, supported by the teeth of eight monsters, up to twenty or thirty meters in height, facing each other in a row. The staircase paved by his smooth beast teeth stretched from the tent door to his feet.

Brando looked up, and not far from seeing the guide who had met on the trestle before, of course, the other person was distinguished by the tattoo on his face.

After all, in his opinion, the Tirmos were almost all the same, except for slightly different heights and barely being able to see adult and young individuals, only the tattoos on their bodies were different.

Brando couldn't even tell the difference between the sexes of the other party. He once doubted whether the Tyrmos really had the **** attribute, but Baiwu told him that although the Tyrmos were elemental creatures, they still had **** Different, they still need to form a family to reproduce the next generation.

Although others can't distinguish the men and women of the Timothy from the details, there is a simple method that is that female Timos will not apply tattoos on their faces.

And the tattoo is not a mark used to distinguish individual differences, but a status symbol; according to Bai Wu, the concentric circular tattoo on the face of the Tilmos who led them shows that it is also at least the clan's One of the elders.

Brando then knew that these Tirmos had sent an elder to guide them.

He paid tribute to the other person. Although the etiquette of mankind is not universal in many worlds and planes, the expression in the expression and gesture is the same.

The elder saluted him and said something strange.

"He said the wise man has been waiting inside for a long time." Bai Wu answered.

"Go straight in?" Brando asked, looking at the blinded tent curtain.

"Of course, the Tyrmos are not so much red tape."

"Not much yet?"

Of course, Brando did not feel embarrassed to speak in person. He just reached out and opened the curtain, and then the whole person was completely frustrated.

Three people stood from left to right in the spacious tent.

On the far left is a woman with a tall figure and a thin face, but with a graceful and luxurious temperament. She has a silver crown on her head, wears a silk gown with an elf-like temperament, and holds a scepter. Man is not an entity, but a virtual image projected by magic.

This woman Brando knew, however, that he had met the tree-elf queen once in the Evergreen aisle, the mother of the elf.

Beside her was a lady with a cooler look. She had short hair and a simpler gray cloth robe. There was no ornament on her body. Even the belt that tied the robe was just a long linen rope. She was familiar with the appearance of Brando, and the ascetic monks everywhere in Warnd were such a ghost.

But Brando herself was more familiar than her attire.

She is Elanta, the only human sage on the earth thousands of years after the Battle of the Holy One.

As for the third person, a little goblin with a laurel crown on his head, Brando almost ignored it. After all, compared to the previous two, this goblin he had never met before could not attract any attention from him.

But the sage and the elven queen had not spoken yet, but the little fairy was the first to speak.

And she didn't even speak to Brando. She looked at Malocha beside Brando and said, "Mr. Malocha?"

Brando stayed.

Malocha was also absent, and he asked babblely: "Luoluo ...?"

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