The Amber Sword - 1121. Chapter 1121

The drenched mist slowly rises to the roof with hot air, licking the smooth ice surface. The Tilmers’ ice-laying skills are extraordinary, at least far beyond the level of their tents. Every piece of ice fits together tightly. , There is no unevenness on the surface by hand.

Brando was immersed in the hot spring, looking at the mist—as Bai Mist said, the Tiermos who led the way first brought him here to bathe and change clothes, and then arranged for him to meet with the wise man— —After all, it is a sacred ritual for the Timothy to meet the wise.

He originally thought there was no environment for bathing on this ice floe. I am afraid that most of them would have to take a stimulating ice bath. For the Tiermos who are born with element-level power, taking ice baths and warm baths seems to be the same. There is no essential difference. But when he got there, he discovered that there was such a warm spring in the igloo built by the Tilmers.

Naturally, there is no geothermal heat on the ice floes. Most of this hot spring is created by magic. If you want to come to Tiermos, you don’t need to maintain such a hot spring all the time. Most of this hot spring or even this igloo is specially prepared for him.

Thinking of this, Brando couldn’t help feeling a little flattered. He knew why the Tilmers respected him. For a while, he couldn’t help but worry that these Tilmers didn’t know much about him. After the resources used to trade, will it become irritated?

A stone basin was placed in the corner of the igloo. The fairies lit the meditative incense in the stone basin. The incense contained a mysterious smell, which curled up from the burning embers and melted into the mist.

The fog in front of Brando seemed to turn into an illusion, showing bizarre scenes in front of him, scenes reappearing in front of him, as if replaying his experience after crossing.

He saw the war in the ring of trade winds. The enemies he encountered in that battle were far from the most ferocious compared with the opponents afterwards, but that battle was the most memorable one. Of a battle.

At the same time, it was also the most difficult battle, and even the subsequent battle of Amperel, the confrontation with the empire, and the confrontation with Her Majesty, were far less critical than the crisis at that time.

He couldn’t help reaching out his hand to touch the scar on his cheek, which was left in the battle of the trade wind ring.

There are also scars on his chest and arms. These are the marks left by many battles. Although there are many ways to completely eliminate the scars in Vaughan, Brando did not take the effort. It’s not that scars are regarded as medals like some perverted nobles, but simply feel that it is unnecessary.

With a clatter, he stood up from the water, and the water droplets on his body naturally rolled down along the sturdy and well-proportioned muscle lines, and instantly evaporated to dryness. He opened his arms and naturally put on a gray cloth robe, the style of this robe was the same as the robe on the Tilmoth.

The fairies outside seemed to have noticed the changes inside. They flew into the igloo, looked at Brando curiously, and flew around him two or three times before they chirped down on his shoulder. They were holding spices in their hands and sprinkled them carefully on Brando. Brando immediately smelled a strange scent in his nose. His spirit was slightly shaken, and a system prompt immediately jumped out of his eyes:

“Get 17,334 points of experience.”

This is exactly one percent of his total experience. Brando immediately understood what this spice is, and contemplation. This spice is said to come from a certain elemental cetacean in the shallow sea. Its function is to make people feel good. A clear mind can examine oneself, according to the player’s statement, it is a direct increase in experience.

But Brando has only seen the kind of meditation thought that is made into incense. One can take effect for one minute and gain 1% of the experience of the level every second, like these little fairies use so extravagantly. He saw it for the first time.

Experience has shown that a total of three jumps have been enough to make Brando rise a full level on Templar Knight and Frostland Guardian.

“What a luxury.” He couldn’t help thinking.

“Are you going to take me to the wise man now?” he asked.

“The wise man wants to see you.” The little fairies replied in unison.

They clearly said the same sentence, but they had different opinions, and the voices they made were also twittering, which made people feel quite happy.

Brando puts on a shawl woven from sharp seal skin-this is also one of the necessary etiquette to meet a wise man, he naturally does not understand, but there is a white mist, and it will not make a mistake. He walked out of the igloo, Bai Wu and Malocha had already been waiting outside, Miasi shrank her body into the mane of the Crystal Stag, and she had been shallow in the sea for a long time, and it seemed that she was a little uncomfortable with the climate here.

Brando raised his head and looked into the distance. This Tiermos port was called Yongdong Port. Although it was only built on ice floes, it was not small in scale. It is not like a temporary foothold as Baiwu said, but rather like a permanent city. At least Brando can see various permanent buildings such as seawalls, trestle bridges and streets.

Lines of light passed through the huge ice floes, through the clouds and fog, and in the distance were the gray sky and the sea of squally raging winds-since they entered the sea of mist, the shallow sea has changed its appearance, no longer what it was before. He was gentle and calm, becoming manic and restless.

He saw the Tiermos fleet in the harbor, dark, a bit like a Viking warship, but it was bigger and more magnificent. He also saw some Tiermos gathered in the square, not many in number, but there were also twenty or thirty people far and near.

These elemental creatures are quite indifferent, and they don’t seem to be unexpectedly visiting. Except for occasionally feeling a’gaze’ or two, he doesn’t feel that anyone is looking at him most of the time.

Except for the fairies–

Fairies can be seen everywhere in the camp. They seem to be more numerous than Tyrmos. Brando doesn’t know whether this is normal or not, and he didn’t ask Bai Mist. It’s just that the fairies themselves like to be with Tyrmore. The Sri Lankan people live together.

What’s more, aren’t the group of fairies who brought him here earlier, aren’t they also residents here?

The curious little fairies are hiding everywhere quietly looking at this group of uninvited guests. They curiously point and tweet and express their opinions-most of them are such as: Is this human? How can they get here? I heard that human beings are divided into men and women? Is she a male or female? What is that white little bit? Topics like that.

Seeing Brando come out, the white little white mist jumped on his shoulder and said angrily: “These little things are really annoying.”

“It’s not to blame them.” Brando replied indifferently. Fairies are always curious. This is their nature, but most of them are not malicious-although a few forest fairies like it very much. mischief.

But he stopped immediately.

He saw a rare fire goblin-there was a square not far away. Of course, this square was not like a human square, which was often either a fountain or a statue. The square of the Tilmers is their place of worship. There is a stone pillar on which is tied with a thick rope. The rope is full of knots and white dyes are painted on it. pattern. These knots are sacred to the Tilmers, representing the most significant event a clan has ever experienced in the past. Of course, only the wise men can tell their origins carefully-and the little fairy is sitting. The top of the stone pillar in the square, although this stone pillar is not a forbidden place for the Tilmers, but the little guy who dares to sit on the most sacred place of others is worthy of attention no matter what. .

The little guy has wheat-colored skin, short flame-like hair, naked upper body, wearing a pair of fine trousers, and bare feet. His eyes were shining like gold, and a leather belt passed through his shoulders, connected to his waist on the other side, and the scabbard of a two-handed sword hung.

Of course, this sword is only about the length of a slap for Brando.

But a flame fairy with a sword is rare anyway.

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

Fire goblins are the subjects of Fucides. They are arrogant and intelligent, with weak curiosity, and they are also very wary of humans. They are a kind of alien among the fairies. And it is said that most of the fairies are women, only the flame fairies are men. They usually live in the flames of scorching heat and rarely go to the outside world, let alone the shallow sea.

No fire element does not hate water.

“This is really interesting.” Brando glanced at the goblin.

The fire fairy seemed to have noticed them too, but he just tilted his head and looked this way, and then diverted 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 Fusides were a little cold, not at all as passionate and unrestrained as the fire element bred.

“Have you noticed that fairy?” Bai Wu asked, standing on his shoulder.

Brando was following the group of little fairies in front of him through the camp to the tent where the legendary wise man was. He nodded and asked, “What?”

“Pay attention to his scabbard, is it very similar to the scabbard of the Flame Blade? You know that Odyssey is the holy sword of the fire element. That scabbard shows that he has some of the laws of Odyssey, this little The guy may be the direct blood of Fucides, he is a fairy prince.” Bai Wu explained in a low voice.

“Fairy Prince?” Brando was stunned. His knowledge of fairies is limited to their nature. In fact, few people have a deep understanding of the organizational relationship of these elemental creatures, just like even in the past games. Every player knows the same as the Tilmers.

“The fairy prince is very common?”

“Common?” Bai Wu looked at him speechlessly: “It’s extremely rare. The fairy royal family rarely appears outside, let alone the subjects of Fucides. You will have to pay attention later, this Tiermus. The Rende camp may be a bit unusual.”

Brando nodded silently.

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

However, this tent was not like the shoddy sheds he had seen along the way. It was more like a palace, supported by the teeth of eight giant beasts. It was twenty to thirty meters high, two rows of two facing each other. The ladder paved with bright and clean animal teeth stretched from the door of the tent to his feet.

Brando raised his head, and not far away saw the guide who had previously met on the trestle bridge—of course, he could distinguish the other party purely based on the tattoo on his face.

After all, in his opinion, almost all the Tilmers look the same, except for the slight difference in height, and the individuals who can barely see the adult and the young, only the tattoos on their bodies are different.

Brando couldn’t even distinguish the gender difference of the other party. He once doubted whether the Tilmos really had the attribute of sex, but Bai Mist told him that although the Tilmos were elemental creatures, they still had sex. Different, they even still need to form a family to reproduce the next generation.

Although others cannot tell the difference between men and women from the details, there is a simple way, that is, female Tilmos will not apply tattoos on their faces.

Moreover, the tattoo is not a mark used to distinguish individual differences, but a status symbol; according to Bai Wu, the concentric circle tattoo on the face of the Tiermos who led them indicates that it is at least the clan’s. One of the elders.

Brando then realized that these Tiermos had sent an elder to guide him.

Only then did he salute the other party-although human etiquette is not universal in many worlds and planes, the expressions and gestures reveal the same meaning.

The elder also saluted him, and then said something strange.

“He said the wise man has been waiting in there for a long time.” Bai Wu replied.

“Go straight in?” Brando asked, looking at the concealed tent curtain.

“Of course, the Tilmers don’t have so much red tape.”

“Not much?”

Of course, Brando didn’t have the embarrassment to say it in person, he just stretched out his hand to open the curtain, and then the whole person was completely stunned.

Three people stood from left to right in the not spacious tent.

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

This woman Brando knew, it was the tree elf queen he had met once in the Evergreen aisle, that is, the elf’s mother queen.

By her side, there is a lady with a colder look. She has short hair and is wearing a simpler gray cloth robe without any decorations. Even the belt that fastens the robe is just a long linen rope. She is familiar with Brando in this dress, and the ascetic monks everywhere in Warnd are just such a ghost.

But Brando herself is more familiar than her attire.

She is Ellanta, the only human sage on the earth after a thousand years of the Battle of the Saints.

As for the third person, a little goblin with a crown on his head, Brando was almost ignored. After all, compared to the previous two, this little goblin he had never met couldn’t attract any attention from him.

But the sage and the elf queen hadn’t spoken yet, it was the little fairy who spoke first.

And the person she was talking to was not even Brando, she fixedly looked at Marrocha next to Brando, and said: “Mr. Marrocha?”

Brando stayed.

Malocha was also stunned, and it asked in a daze, “Lolo…?”

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