Act 48 Farewell Bay

This is a light gray bay, with a fleet of ships moored quietly in the mist. The outline of the slender hull of the dragon-headed warship is vaguely outlined behind the mist, undulating in the waves, and the water-soaked wood is covered with cloth. It was full of staggered scars, and some still had sharp teeth that had not been removed in time. ∈♀,

The boat song of the Tilmose people came faintly from the mist. It was a song from the soul, echoing some ancient tune, as if time had traveled and another legendary sea people came across the sea.

In waist-deep water, they dragged heavy prey onto the beach with leather ropes made from sharp seal skins. The largest of them was a squid that was almost as big as a boat and several stories high.

It lay weakly on the beach. The dozens of tentacles covered with sharp teeth no longer looked so threatening due to dehydration. The soft soft tissue skin also dried up and shriveled. The huge eyeballs in the eye sockets bulged due to this, making it Like the remains of a sea monster that had been dead on the beach for days.

But this is an etheric predator, a descendant of Ulamog. It is not the largest prey that the hunters of the Mist Clan have ever caught, but it is definitely the most valuable prey.

It provides up to 133 times or 134 times the experience, and the total experience is 27.4 million.

Brando raised his head and looked at this behemoth. It and the surrounding Tilmose people formed an extremely unreal picture, a picture that was both magical and primitive, as if he had seen the ice in the myth. The sea people on the sea are in the process of hunting.

Those brave and ruthless Vikings who sang boat songs, carried magic spells, and hunted in the forest.

This is a nation that is sometimes barbaric and sometimes refined. He still clearly remembers when the lightning beam shot from the Tilmose people's dragon-headed battleship hit the monster's skull. When a crack was opened there, a rich magical storm vortex burst out in the void, causing the strength of everyone on the entire fleet to increase by more than 10%.

And the experience it gained directly pushed him to the ultimate realm, and this did not include the experience he automatically drew from the void.

He gently reached forward and touched it, and the Holy White Plains truly appeared in his field of vision, and countless laws were intertwined in front of his eyes. Although they have no voice, they eagerly want to express their own meaning to each other.

The process for mortals to understand them is the process of their journey through this plain.

The gods place truth here. A mortal man picks up knowledge from the plains, just like picking up shells from the vast sea. What he can get in the end depends on what he wants to get.

These truths and laws are what he knows - his ideal country. This realm and border are stable and inviolable, and only those who can truly gain from it can do so. Only then can one be called a sage.

This is the real extreme state, which is completely different from the state obtained with the help of the Flame Blade. In other words, when he holds the holy sword Odysseus at this moment, he has actually touched the threshold of the peak of the extreme realm.

This is because his understanding of the law cannot keep up with the growth of his strength, because from the experience gained by Brando, it is actually more than enough to enter the realm of saints.

But when entering the realm of elements, the law is always the first rein that restrains power. If a mortal crosses the thunder pool, he will sink into the magic and become a monster that cannot control himself.

Just like the tragedy of the Bronze clan.

But it would be difficult for Brando to repeat this tragedy. Because when he reached level 50 with the Templar Knights and Frost Guards, the experience points had completely turned gray. Even the elementalists and scholars can no longer point to one point. It is obvious that the system is strictly guarding against this point, for fear that he will take a step beyond the thunder.

Bran was not very surprised by this, because it was the same as the experience in the game. At this time, the aborigines had to understand the 'laws'. Players cannot understand the rules. So they need to do the promotion task - the task of proving the sage.

This mission requires collecting the Philosopher's Stone.

It’s not a task that can be accomplished overnight. The former is equally elusive, and no one can say how long it will take.

The last mortal with similar experiences was born more than 1,200 years ago, and currently there is only one of this group of sages left in Warend.

Elder Mist looked at the prey with some pride.

Brando is right, this may be what he has hunted in his life - what he can hunt. The most valuable prey. It is strong and perfect, 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 better than the magic power they once captured in the shallow sea. The magic power in the creature's body is enriched thousands of times, or even tens of thousands of times.

This is nothing short of a miracle.

In return, Brando gave the disposal of the prey to the Mist Clan. The Mist Elder has decided to wait until the return voyage and place it permanently in the most conspicuous place of the fleet - preferably made into a ship's bow. Like, this will be one of the most glorious deeds of the Mist Clan.

The Binghai Clan is mainly craftsmen, and they will get some of the most valuable materials from this corpse. Everyone is happy, and there is finally more than just sadness and tears along the way.

In fact, although nearly half of the Tilmose fleet was lost, and the Longtooth clan was even wiped out, due to Brando's final decision, their strength was not greatly weakened. Each clan started from this journey. Both have benefited a lot.

The adventurers on the shallow sea do not care about life and death. The meaning of their lives has long been demonstrated in the process of sailing in the wind and waves. When the Tilmose people used bone flutes to play melodious music to bury the souls on the sea , no one appeared very sad, at best a little serious.

This attitude of the eternal people towards life is something that Brando and Baiwu, the people on the earth, cannot understand anyway.

"Mr. Brando, we can only send you here. This is the edge of the Storm Stop Mountain, 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 seriously, while the people of Tilmers 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. Unlike when they came, it would be a journey without danger.

"What I want to say is that you will always be the most distinguished guest of Everwinter Port, and one day, you may become its owner. Because I believe that you will be recognized by Xinna and become the real king of shallow sea."

"The Ice Sea Clan also welcomes you, Lord Planeswalker." The Ice Sea Wise Man also said.

"The same goes for the Mist Clan." Elder Mist followed closely.

Brando nodded to them. No matter what, this experience was worth remembering. Just like he will always remember that there is a clan of Tilmose people who sacrificed everything for him. Their bones may be buried in the turbulence of time and space, but its name may disappear above the shallow sea, but in the But he will remember it forever in his heart.

"Please take care, everyone."

There was a sound of blessing in the spiritual network of the Tilmose people, especially the Ice Sea Clan who had been saved by Brando. Many people understand what kind of 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 which one, this means that they will rarely see each other again in the future.

For many people present, this farewell may be a farewell forever.

Brando saw Elder Keb waving his short, chubby hand to him in the crowd with human courtesy. He smiled and raised his hand to wave to these cute Tilmose people. Wave.

"See you again when you have a chance."

He took one last look at the group of short and fat sea dwellers, at the fleet that was looming in the sea fog, took Marocha and the little fairy Fias, and turned around to leave the beach.

Andesa and Root followed behind him. The latter was far away from Bai Wu, while the Patriarch of the Tree Shepherd walked between the two of them with some discomfort, while enduring the angry looks from both sides.

Tata looked at this group of people and the tallest figure among them, as if looking at a hero. "But Mr. Brando is actually more suitable to be a scholar. It's a pity that we can't choose in this era." Miss Elf couldn't help but think so as she watched the backs of Brando and Marocha walking farther and farther in the mist.

After that, she turned around and said to Elder Kaibo who was not far away: "If we can't come back from this battle, you will be the next wise man in Everwinter Harbor."

Elder Kaibo looked at Miss Goblin and nodded solemnly.

This is Light Gray Bay——

The wilderness is home to the strange scenery of rugged rocks, and stone pillars like blades surround the bay. The sea breeze occasionally passes through the cliffs, blows away the mist, and leaves traces on the pale beach.

Brando grabbed a handful of gravel and let them fall from between his fingers. The sand exuded an unnatural glass-like color.

Next to him stood Marocha. Feas and Baiwu were both on Mr. Hart's back at the moment. The former was chatting. Fortunately, the latter had a good temper towards her and was explaining something to her without a word. .

Root occupies the position on Brando's shoulder. This fairy prince is unsmiling towards Bai Wu, Fias and Andersa. Only Marocha can ask him to speak. He has a serious face as if he is someone else. They didn't look down on him, but they only obeyed Brando's words.

Brando was already at the high point of the bay at this moment. When he looked back, the bay where the fleet was located was just a small dot in the fog. He didn't know whether Miss Goblin and the Tilmers had weighed anchor and returned to sail. But it is inevitable that there will be some emptiness in my heart.

Although the time I spent with these sea dwellers was short, I experienced more things than an ordinary person would in a lifetime.

Next he heard the sound of a trumpet breaking through the mist.

There were three sounds in total, reaching here from afar, as if paying tribute to him.

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