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. , You can’t feel the unevenness on the surface with your hands.
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 For the Tilmers, meeting the wise is a sacred ritual.
He originally thought that there was no environment for bathing on this ice floe. I am afraid that most of them would have to take a stinging ice bath. For the Tiermos who are born with elemental power, take ice baths and warm baths. There seems to be no essential difference. But when he arrived, he discovered that there was such a warm spring in the igloo built by the Tilmers.
Naturally, there is no geothermal heat on the floating ice. Most of this hot spring is generated by magic. If you want to come to Tilmoth, 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 for trading, will they become irritated by this.
A stone basin was placed in the corner of the igloo, and the fairies lit up 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 have turned 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 brutal compared with those 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 Ampersel, the battle with the empire, and the battle with Her Majesty were far less than the emergency at that time.
He couldn't help reaching out and touching the scar on his cheek, which was left in the battle of the trade wind ring.
There are also scars on the chest and arms. These are the marks left by many battles. Although there are many ways to completely eliminate the scars in Vonde, 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 firm and symmetrical muscle lines, and instantly evaporated to dryness. He opened his arms and naturally put on a gray cloth robe, the style of this robe is the same as the robe on the Tilmoth.
The fairies outside seemed to have noticed the changes in the house. 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 A clear mind can examine oneself, according to the player's statement, it is a direct increase in experience.
However, Brando has only seen the kind of meditation thought that is made into incense. One can take effect for one minute and gain one percent of the experience of the class 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 allowed Brando to 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 etiquettes to meet a wise man, he naturally does not understand it, but there is a white mist, 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's not like a temporary foothold as Baiwu said. It's like a permanent city. At least Brando can see all kinds of 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. Be gentle and calm, and become irritable.
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 Tilmers gathered in the square, not many in number, but there were also twenty or thirty people far and near.
These elemental creatures are still quite indifferent, and they don't seem to be unexpectedly visiting. Except for occasionally feeling one or two'eyes', most of the time, he doesn't feel that anyone is looking at himself.
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, only when 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
Those naturally curious little fairies hid here and quietly looked at this group of uninvited guests. They pointed curiously, and whispered their opinions—most of them were like: Is this a human being? 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 coming 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 pranks very much. .
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. A stone pillar is erected here. The pillar is tied with thick ropes. The ropes are tied with knots, and they are painted with white dye. pattern. These knots are sacred to the Tilmers, representing the most important 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 in the square. At the top of the stone pillar, although this stone pillar is not a forbidden place for the Tiermos, but the little guy who dares to sit on the most sacred place of others like this 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 human beings. They are an outlier 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 at this side for a while, then diverted his attention again. They don't like humans, and they are not as curious about foreign objects like other fairies.
In fact, the subjects of Fucides 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 leading goblins 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 understanding of fairies is limited to their nature. In fact, few people have a deep understanding of the organization and relationship of these elemental creatures, just like even in the past games. Every player knows the same as the Tilmers.
"Fairy princes are 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 can pay more 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 met on the trestle bridge before—of course, he distinguished him 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 gender, but the white mist told him that although the Tilmos were elemental creatures, they still had gender. Different, they even still need to form a family to reproduce the next generation.
Although others can't tell the difference between men and women from the details, there is a simple way, that is, female Tirmos 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 that 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 only 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 the unique temperament of the elves. She is holding a scepter. Man is not an entity, but a virtual image projected by magic.
Brando knew this woman, who was the queen of the tree elves who he had met once in the aisle of Evergreen, who was also the mother of the elves.
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 all over 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 that he had never met really 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 dumbfounded: "Lolo...?"