Act 20 3 Holy

The mist slowly rises to the roof with hot air, licking the smooth ice surface. The Tilmose people's ice-building skills are extraordinary, at least far beyond their ability to build tents. Every piece of ice fits together perfectly. , you can’t feel any unevenness on the surface with your hands.

Brando soaked in the hot spring, looking at the dense mist, just like what the white mist said. The Tilmose man who led the way first brought him here to bathe and change clothes, and then arranged for him to meet the wise man. For the Ermos, meeting a wise man is a sacred ritual.

He originally thought that there was no environment for bathing on this ice floe. I was afraid that he would probably have to take a stimulating ice bath. For the Tilmose people who were born with elemental strength, taking an ice bath or a warm bath seemed to be the best option. There is no essential difference. But when he got there, he discovered that there was such a hot spring as warm as spring in this igloo built by the Tilmose people.

Naturally, there is no geothermal heat on the ice floe. This hot spring is probably generated by magic. After all, the Tilmos people do not need to maintain such a hot spring all the time. This hot spring and even this igloo are probably specially prepared for him.

Thinking of this, Brando couldn't help but feel a little flattered. He knew why the Tilmers respected him. For a moment, he couldn't help but worry that these Tilmers knew that he didn't actually have much. After using the resources for trading, will you become angry because of it?

There was a stone basin placed in the corner of the igloo. The fairies lit the meditation incense in the stone basin. The incense contained a mysterious smell, rising from the burning embers and blending into the mist.

The mist in front of Brando's eyes seemed to turn into an illusion, showing strange and bizarre scenes in front of him. The scenes reappeared in front of him, as if his experiences after traveling through time were re-enacted.

He saw the battle in the Ring of Trade Winds. The enemies he encountered in that battle were far from the most brutal compared to those that followed, but that battle was the most memorable for him. of a battle.

It was also the most difficult battle. Even the subsequent Battle of Ampelsel, the battle with the Empire, and the battle with Her Majesty the Queen were far less critical than that time.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch the scar on his cheek. This wound was left during the battle in the Ring of Trade Winds.

There are also scars on the chest and arms. These are the marks left in many battles. Although there are many ways to completely eliminate the scars in Warnd, Brando did not bother to bother. It's not that they regard scars as medals like some perverted nobles, but simply that they are unnecessary.

With a splash, he stood up from the water. The water droplets on his body naturally rolled down along the strong and well-proportioned muscle lines, and evaporated instantly. He opened his arms and naturally put on a gray cloth robe.

The style of this robe is exactly the same as the robes worn by the Tilmos.

The goblins outside the house seemed to have noticed the changes inside the house. They flew into the igloo, looked at Brando curiously, flew around him two or three times, and then landed on his shoulder with a chirping sound. They held the spices in their hands and carefully sprinkled them on Brando. Brando immediately smelled a strange fragrance in his nose. He was slightly shaken, and a system prompt immediately jumped out in front of his eyes>

"Gain 17334 experience points."

This is exactly one percent of his total experience. Brando immediately understood what this spice was. After thinking about it, this spice is said to come from a certain element of whales in the shallow sea. Its function is to make people Having a clear mind allows you to examine yourself, which according to players directly increases your experience.

However, Brando has only seen the kind of meditation thought that is made into incense. One stick can be effective for one minute and gain one percent of the level experience every second. It is like the extravagant use of these little goblins. This was the first time he saw it.

The experience tips jumped a total of three times, which was enough for Brando to upgrade a whole level in the Templar Knights and Frost and Earth Guards.

"What a luxury." He couldn't help but think to himself.

"Are you going to take me to see the wise man now?" he asked.

"The wise man wants to see you." the goblins replied in unison.

They obviously said the same thing, but they all said different things, and the sounds they made were also chirping, which made people feel quite happy.

Brando put on a shawl woven from sharp sealskin, which was also one of the necessary etiquette for meeting a wise man. Naturally, he didn't understand it, but with the white mist there, it wouldn't be a mistake. He walked out of the igloo. Bai Wu and Marocha were already waiting outside. Mias huddled in the crystal stag's mane. She had been in the sea for a long time and seemed to be a little uncomfortable with the climate here.

Brando raised his head and looked into the distance. The port of the Tilmers was called Everwinter Port. Although it was only built on ice floes, it was not small in scale. This place is not like a temporary settlement as Bai Wu said, but rather like a permanent city. At least Brando can see various permanent buildings such as seawalls, trestles and streets.

Lines of light passed over the huge ice floe and passed through the clouds and mist. In the distance were the gray sky and the roaring sea. Ever since they entered the sea of ​​mist, the shallow sea had changed its appearance and was no longer as docile as before. Calm, becomes manic and restless.

He saw the fleet of Tilmese people in the harbor, a dark mess, a bit like the dragon-headed warships of the Vikings, only larger and more spectacular. He also saw some Tilmose people gathered in the square. There were not many in number, but there were twenty or thirty people far and near.

These elemental creatures were quite indifferent, and seemed not to care about the visits of unexpected people at all. Apart from occasionally feeling one or two 'eyes', he didn't feel anyone looking at him most of the time.

Except for the goblins

Goblins can be seen everywhere in the camp. There seem to be more of them than the Tilmers. Brando doesn't know whether this is normal or not. He didn't ask Bai Wu. He just thinks that the goblins themselves like to be with Tilmers. They just live together.

What's more, weren't the group of goblins who led him here earlier also residents here?

Those little fairies who are curious by nature are hiding everywhere and quietly watching this group of uninvited guests. They point curiously and chirp their opinions, most of which are such as: Is this a human being? How could they get here? I heard that human beings are divided into men and women? Is she a boy or a girl? What is that little white thing? topics like that.

The little white dot Bai Wu saw Brando coming out, jumped on his shoulder, and said angrily: "These little things are really annoying."

"It's not their fault." Brando replied nonchalantly. Goblins are always curious, which is their nature, but most of them are actually not malicious, although a few forest goblins like to play pranks.

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. It was often either a fountain or a statue. The square of the Tilmose people is their place of worship. There is a stone pillar standing here. The stone pillar is tied with a thick rope. The rope is full of knots, and different patterns are drawn on it with white dye. pattern. For the Tilmose people, these knots are sacred, representing the most significant events that a clan has experienced in the past. Of course, only the wise can tell their origins carefully. The little goblin is sitting in the square. At the top of the stone pillar, although this stone pillar is not a forbidden place for the Tilmose people, the little guy who dares to sit on someone else's most sacred place is still worthy of attention no matter what.

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

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

But a flame goblin wielding a sword is rare anyway.

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

The fire goblins are the subjects of Fusedes. They are arrogant and intelligent, have little curiosity, and are very wary of humans. They are considered an outlier among the goblins. And it is said that most of the goblins are female, and only the flame goblins are male. They usually live in the flames of the scorching current and rarely come to the outside world, let alone the shallow sea.

There is no fire element that does not hate water.

"This is really interesting." Brando glanced at the little goblin.

The fire goblin seemed to have noticed them, but he just tilted his head and looked this way, and then shifted his attention. They don't like humans, and they are not as curious about foreign objects as other goblins.

In fact, the subjects of Forsedes are a little indifferent, not at all as enthusiastic and unrestrained as those bred by the fire element.

"Did you notice that goblin too?" 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?"

"Look at his scabbard. Is it similar to the scabbard of the Flame Blade? You know that Odysseus is a holy sword with the element of fire. The scabbard shows that he possesses part of Odysseus' laws. This little This guy may be the direct bloodline of Fusedes, he is a fairy prince." Baiwu explained in a low voice.

"Prince of Goblins?" Brando was stunned. His understanding of goblins was limited to their nature. In fact, few people have a deep understanding of the organizational relationships of these elemental creatures, just like there were few even in past games. A player understands the Tilmers as well.

"Elf princes are common?"

"Common?" Bai Wu looked at him speechlessly: "It's extremely rare. The goblin royal family rarely appears outside, let alone the subjects of Forsides. You should pay more attention to this Tilmose later. There can be something unusual about human encampments.”

Brando nodded silently.

At this time, the goblins 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 crudely built shacks he had seen along the way. It was more like a palace, supported by eight giant beasts' teeth. It was twenty or thirty meters high, with two in a row facing each other. The stairs paved with smooth animal teeth stretched from the tent door to his feet.

Brando raised his head and saw the guide he met on the trestle not far away. Of course, he recognized the other person purely based on the tattoo on his face.

After all, in his opinion, the Tilmose people almost all look the same. Apart from the slight differences in height and height, and the barely distinguishable adult and juvenile individuals, the only differences are probably the tattoos on their bodies.

Brando couldn't even tell the gender difference between the other party. He once doubted whether the Tilmose people really had the attribute of gender, but Bai Wu told him that although the Tilmos people were elemental creatures, they still had gender. The difference is that they still need to form families to reproduce the next generation.

Although others cannot tell the difference between men and women in the Tilmose people based on the details, there is a simple way, that is, female Tilmoth people do not put tattoos on their faces.

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

Only then did Brando know that these Tilmose people had actually sent an elder to guide him.

He then saluted the other party. Although human etiquette is not universal in many worlds and planes, the meaning expressed in the expression and gestures is the same.

The elder also saluted him and then said something strange.

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

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

"Of course, the Tilmers don't have that much red tape."

"Isn't that much?"

Of course Brando didn't have the nerve to say this to his face. He just stretched out his hand to open the curtain, and then he was completely stunned.

There were three people standing from left to right in the tent, which was not spacious.

The one on the far left is a woman with a tall figure and a thin face, but with a graceful and luxurious temperament. She wears a silver crown on her head, wears a silk robe with the unique temperament of an elf, and holds a scepter, but the whole The person is not an entity, but a virtual image projected by magic.

But Brando knew this woman. She was the Queen of the Tree Elf whom he had met once on the Evergreen Walkway, who was also the mother of the elf.

Next to her was a lady with a colder expression. She had short hair and wore a simpler gray cloth robe. She had no decorations on her body, and even the belt holding the robe was just a long linen rope. Brando is familiar with her outfit. The ascetics from all over Warnd look like this.

But Brando is more familiar with her than her outfit.

She is Airanta, the only human sage on the earth thousands of years after the War of the Saints.

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 little goblin he had never seen before really couldn't attract any of his attention.

But before the sage and the elf queen spoke, it was the little elf who spoke first.

And the person she was talking to was not even Brando. She looked steadily at Marocha beside Brando and said, "Mr. Marocha?"

Brando was stunned.

Marocha was also stunned, and asked blankly: "Lolo...?"

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