This is Light Gray Bay, with a fleet of ships moored quietly in the mist. The outline of the slender hull of the dragon head battleship is vaguely outlined behind the fog, undulating in the waves, and covered with water-soaked wood. It was full of staggered scars, and some of them had teeth that were too late to be removed.
The boat song of the Tilmers came faintly from the fog. It was a song from the soul, echoing a certain ancient tune, as if traveling through time, another legendary sea nation came across the sea.
In the waist-deep sea, they dragged heavy prey onto the beach with leather ropes made of sharp seal skins. The largest of them was a squid almost the size of a boat and several stories high.
It lay feebly on the beach, dozens of tentacles covered with sharp teeth looked less threatening because of dehydration, the soft soft tissue skin also dried and shriveled, and the huge eyeballs in the eye sockets protruded and made it. It looked like the remains of a sea monster that had been dead on the beach for several days.
But this is an etheric predator, the descendant of Ulamog. It is not the largest prey ever caught by the hunters of the Mist clan, but it is definitely a prey of the highest value.
It provides up to one hundred and thirty-three times, or one hundred and thirty-four times the experience, and the total experience is 27.4 million.
Brando raised his head and looked at this behemoth. It and the surrounding Tiermos constitute an extremely unreal picture, a magical but backward and primitive picture scroll, as if seeing the ice in the myth. The seamen above the sea are in the process of hunting.
Those brave and cruel Vikings who sang boat songs, carried spells, and hunted in the forest.
This sometimes savage, sometimes elegant nation, he still clearly remembered that when the lightning beam shot from the dragon head battleship of the Tyrmos hit the skull of this monster and opened a crack there, it was full of magical power. The vortex of the storm burst out of the void, causing the strength of everyone on the entire ship group to increase by more than 10%.
And the experience it has gained directly put him on the extreme realm, which does not include the experience he has automatically learned from the void.
He gently stretched out his hand and touched it forward, and the Shengbai Plain was truly revealed in his vision, with countless laws intertwined before his eyes. Although they had no sound, they were eager to express their meaning.
And the process for mortals to understand them is the process they go through this plain.
The gods take the truth to this, and a mortal picks up knowledge from the plain like a sea of shells. What he can get depends on what he wants to get.
These truths and laws are what he knows—his ideal country. This realm and national border is stable and inviolable. Only those who can truly gain from it can be called sages.
This is the real extreme realm, which is completely different from the realm experience gained with the help of the Flame Blade. In other words, when he held the holy sword Odyssey at this moment, he had actually faintly touched the threshold of the extreme peak.
This is because his understanding of the law cannot keep up with the growth of strength, because the experience gained from Brando is actually more than enough to enter the realm of sages.
But after entering the realm of the elements, the law is always the first rein of restraining power. If a mortal crosses the thunder pond, it will sink into the magical power and become a monster that can't be its own.
A tragedy similar to the bronze family.
However, it is difficult for Brando to repeat this tragedy, because when he points the Templar Knights and Frost Guards to level 50, the experience points have been completely grayed out, and even the Elemental Envoys and Scholars can no longer be points. Going at one point, it is obvious that the system is strictly guarding against this point, for fear that he will step through the thunder pond.
Bran was not very surprised at this, because the experience is the same as in the game. At this time, it is necessary for the aborigines to understand the'rules'. Players cannot understand the rules, so they need to do the promotion task-the task of the sage's certificate.
This task requires collecting the sage's stone, not a task that can be accomplished overnight. The former is also vague, and no one can say it will take long.
The last mortal with similar experience was born more than 1,200 years ago. At present, this group of sages is the only one left in Voend.
Elder Mist looked at this prey with some pride.
Brando is right. This may be the most valuable prey he has hunted in his life. It is strong and perfect. It is a beautiful prey, and its special ability to swallow the law is also very powerful, but these are not the key. This prey contains incredible magic power, which is more than the magic power they have caught in the shallow sea. The magic power in the biological body is enriched by thousands of times, or even tens of thousands of times.
This is simply a miracle.
In return, Brando gave the right to dispose of the prey to the Misty Clan. The Misty Elder has decided to wait until returning to the voyage and place it in the most conspicuous place of the fleet forever-it is best to make a head of the ship. , This will be one of the most glorious deeds of the Misty Clan.
The Binghai clan is mainly craftsmen, and they will get the most valuable part of the corpse. Everyone is happy, and there are more than sorrows and tears along the way.
In fact, although the Tiermos ship group lost nearly half, and the Tusk clan was even annihilated, but because of Brando’s final decision, the strength was not greatly weakened. The various clans took the journey from this journey. China has gained a lot of benefits.
The adventurers above the shallow sea don’t care about life and death. The meaning of their life has long been shown in the process of sailing in the wind and waves. When the Tilmous people used bone flutes to blow the melodious music to bury the souls on the sea , No one was very sad, a little serious at best.
This attitude of the eternal people towards life is incomprehensible by the people Brando and Baiwu on the earth.
"Mr. Brando, we can only send you here. This is the edge of the mountain where the storm ceases, but there is no concept of space here, so you may be only one step away from the Dragon Queen and the Scepter of Flame."
Tata said to Brando respectfully and solemnly, and the people of Tiermos stood behind her. Unlike Brando, they were about to embark on a return journey. Brando knew that they would pass through the gray section when they returned to the voyage. Unlike when they came, it would be a journey without risk.
"What I want to say is that you will always be the most honored guest of Yongdong Port. One day, you may become its owner. Because I believe you will be recognized by Sinna and become the true king of the shallow sea."
"The Binghai clan also welcomes you, Master Travelling Mage." The Binghai wise man also said.
"The same goes for the Misty Clan." The Misty Elder followed closely behind.
Brando nodded to them. In any case, this experience is worth remembering. Just as he will always remember, there was a Tiermos clan who gave everything for him. Their bones may be buried in the turbulence of time and space, but its name may disappear in the shallow sea, but in In his heart, it will be remembered forever.
"Take care, everyone."
There is a sound of blessings in the mental network of the Tilmers, especially the Ice Sea clan who was once rescued by Brando. Many people understand what journey this young man will embark on next. When he turns around, it may be the beginning of a new legend, but it may also be the end of the world.
But no matter what kind, it means that they will never see each other again in the future.
This farewell may be a farewell to many people present.
Brando saw Elder Keb wave a short and chubby hand at him in the crowd with human etiquette. He smiled and raised his hand and waved at these somewhat cute Tilmos. Wave.
"See you if you have a chance."
He glanced at these short and chubby seamen one last time, glanced at the fleet looming in the sea fog, took Malocha and the goblin Fias, turned and left the beach.
Andesa and Root followed him. The latter and Bai Wu were in separate positions, while the patriarch of the tree shepherd walked between the two uncomfortably, and at the same time bear the anger from both sides.
Tata stared at this group of people, and the tallest figure in the group, as if staring at a hero. "But Mr. Brando is actually more suitable to be a scholar. It's a pity that we can't help choosing this era." Miss Fairy looked at the backs of Brando and Marrocha in the mist, and she couldn't help but think so.
After that, she turned around and said to Elder Kaib who was not far away: "If we can't come back in this battle, you will be the next wise man in Yongdong Port."
Elder Kaib looked at Miss Fairy and nodded solemnly.
This is Light Gray Bay—
The wilderness is bred with strange scenery of rugged rocks. Stone pillars like blades surround the bay. The sea breeze occasionally passes through the promontory, blowing away the mist and leaving marks on the pale sandy beach.
Brando grabbed a handful of gravels and let them fall from between his fingers. The sand exudes an unnatural glass-like color.
Standing next to him was Marocha. Fiyas and Bai Wu were both on Mr. Stag’s back at the moment. The former was chatting and chatting, but fortunately, the latter was kind to her and explained to her without a word. .
Rutte occupies the position of Brando's shoulders. The fairy prince is not smirking at Shiraito, Fias, and Andesa. Only Malocha can tell him to speak, with a serious face like someone. He didn't put it in his eyes, but he listened to Brando alone.
Brando was already above the high point of the bay at the moment. When he looked back, the bay where the ship group was located was just a small spot in the mist. He didn't know if Miss Fairy and the people of Tyrmus had set anchor and returned. But it is inevitable that there is some emptiness in my heart.
Although the time spent with these sea people is not long, they have experienced more things than ordinary people in their entire lives.
Next, he heard the sound of horns penetrating the fog.
A total of three sounds were heard from afar, as if paying tribute to him.