Brando knows that the interests of goblins can be broader than the stars in the sky, and their topics can be longer than the holy river of elves flowing in St. Osor, and they can also talk endlessly, if their curiosity is aroused.
, I can talk in your ear for three days and three nights without ending.
This is as big a problem as falling at dusk.
When Brando saw that the little goblin was about to speak, he quickly took out a honey candy ball from his purse and stuffed it into her mouth with three fingers. The little goblin's eyes suddenly widened and he whined in protest, but the honey candy ball
It melted in her mouth, and she soon felt so comfortable that she narrowed her eyes, like a cat being stroked on the head.
"Hmm... Is there more?" she asked vaguely.
"Enough for you to eat from morning to night, but if you don't eat it quickly, they will all melt." Brando replied.
These candies were originally Lord Roman's snacks, and most of them were stolen from the little fat dragon Star. In order to meet the little fat dragon's requirements, Brando opened a sugar factory in Tonigel.
, the business lady unceremoniously divided up half of the shares. These shares were not gold coins, but half of the output.
He still remembers the time when the little chubby dragon cried like a mess and came to him to seek justice, but was kicked out by Hipamira.
It can be seen from this that you will not survive if you do your own evil.
The little goblin believed Brando's words and hurriedly speeded up her eating. Unfortunately, her teeth were small and white, and she couldn't bite much in one bite. She could only use her small tongue to lick the huge sugar ball.
, fortunately, this is the simple happiness of goblins, and she soon enjoyed it and forgot about other things.
It's just that from time to time he would stretch out his little hand and suck all the honey off his five fingers, which was really unsightly.
Marocha shook his mane and let the little goblin slide from his head to his back. He seemed to be afraid that the little guy would get honey on his head.
"A crystal stag," Bai Wu tilted his head and looked at Malocha, admiring: "They are elemental creatures born in the shallow sea. I didn't expect you to have such a summoned object."
Andesa watched with some awe as Brando summoned Malocha. She didn't know much about planeswalkers, but the less she knew, the more she was filled with fear of this powerful and mysterious power.
"Can Marocha take us to find the Tilmose people?" Brando asked.
"Of course," Bai Wu replied affirmatively: "They are the best guides in the fog. Some Tilmose people will maintain a good relationship with the crystal stag. They are superstitious that the crystal stag will bring good luck."
"Then can it take us directly to the Mountain where the Storms Cease?"
Bai Wu shook his head: "I don't know that either. I've only been here two or three times with the Witch Queen."
Brando then turned back to Marocha and said, "We need to find the Tilmose people, Marocha, do you have a way to find them?"
The tall stag nodded: "Sir, I know where they will appear. The Tilmose people will hunt sharp seals in the misty sea near the Mirror Coast. However, they do not appear every day, but if you are lucky,
They will leave a light path there, and through the light path through the fog, we can find the route of the Tilmos people."
"Don't the Tilmose people have a fixed place to stay?"
"They are sea people. They have a huge fleet. These fleets move along the light path and only occasionally stop on ice floes or islands." It paused: "Actually, Lord, we need to find Tilmos.
I am not the best guide, Miss Mias is."
"She?" Brando looked back at the little goblin lying on Marocha's back. The latter was fighting with the candy ball in his hand and had no time to care.
"The relationship between the elves and the Tilmos people is very good. The Tilmos people are full of respect for the elemental master. The elves are the favorites of the elemental plane. The Tilmos people think that they are divine envoys.
There will be many goblins on the Tirmos people's ships." Marocha replied: "The goblins can always find the Tilmos people. The light ships they weave can directly pass through the light path and reach the Tilmos people.
A place to stay.”
Brando stretched out his hand and tapped on the head of the little goblin: "Marocha, can you find the way to the Storm Stop Mountain?"
"The White Cape leads to the Mountain of Calm Storm. Sir, but you have to pass through a sea of ice floes. There is a group of killer whales blocking the sea. Only the Tilmose people can bypass them."
"Just a pod of orcas?"
"Those are elemental whales. I advise you not to imagine their size," Bai Wu replied: "I was lucky enough to see them once. It was a young whale. When it emerged from the sea fog, it happened to be right before us.
The left side of the fleet. Its eyes alone are bigger than our entire fleet. Fortunately, this little guy has no interest in us and quickly left with his mother."
"The lady is right," Marocha replied.
Brando was a little dazed when he heard it. Can such a big whale be called a killer whale? Although the huge body does not truly reflect the strength of the creature, it can at least explain how powerful its power is and how powerful it can be.
Aren't biological creatures born with a perfect body?
Is there such a thing in this world?
He looked at the goblin: "Can she weave light boats?"
Although it doesn't look like it at all.
The little fairy Mias frowned and shook her head to avoid his fingers, while replying angrily: "Of course not, weaving a light ship requires a lot of sisters, and I can't do it alone. But I know how to call them, if
If I ask, they will definitely come to help."
She glanced at Brando: "We goblins are not like you humans. We have to ask for rewards for everything we do. My sister told me that you humans are all evil-minded, but I still accidentally fell into the trap and was sealed by you.
Card."
"Did your sister tell you that you jumped in on your own?" Brando looked at her angrily.
"That's to save Lord Marocha."
"Did I ask for it?"
"That's not true." The little goblin shook his head like a rattle: "But the candy you gave me is delicious, much better than honey."
"My candy is not delicious at all, it is evil candy."
"Sister said that sweets are not classified into good or bad, but the person who gives the candy is judged as good or bad." Mias understands the truth very well.
Brando couldn't help but be conquered by her simple dialectical view. He was angry for a moment. "Very good, I, a malicious person, don't plan to give you any more candy."
He didn't expect that before he finished his sentence, the little goblin started crying while holding the candy ball. The more he cried, the sadder he became, and it gradually turned into a full-blown cry.
Brando suddenly felt guilty that he had snatched Loli's lollipop and made Loli cry. He knew that the goblins were simple and not very smart, but he didn't expect to cry so sadly over such a trivial matter.
Desperate.
"Stop crying," he said quickly, "I was just joking."
"Really?" The little goblin stopped sobbing and looked at him with tearful eyes.
Brando suddenly felt a headache and nodded quickly: "But you have to summon your sisters. Because I need a light ship to find the Tilmose people. Miss Mias, my fiancée fell into the hands of the bad people.
I'm very anxious, so the sooner the better. Okay?"
"Then do I have any candy?"
"Of course, not only you, but also your sisters, I will give them a reward." Brando is not stingy about this kind of costless business, not to mention that these candies originally belong to Star and Roman.
The little goblin rolled his eyes and said, "That's not necessary. In fact, they don't like sweets. Just give me their share."
As soon as she finished speaking, an angry voice sounded in the air.
"Mias, you've gone wrong with anthropology!"
Brando raised his head in astonishment. He discovered that at some point, a little goblin wearing a long sparkling dress was floating in the air, with four pairs of wings as thin as cicada wings flying up and down. He stared at Marlowe lying on the bed with raised eyebrows and raised eyes.
Check Mias on the back.
Fairies are born with a name, and they know every fairy's name from birth. Their names are never repeated. Scholars have puzzled over this for thousands of years, but they still can't figure it out.
Then one after another, fairies appeared in the air. They had different costumes. They all looked like they were transformed from ice crystals, and their hair also came in various styles. Some of them were more fashionable than the latest trendy hairstyles Brando had seen in later generations.
It's weird, but goblins are inherently out-of-the-box. They pursue individuality, and every goblin hopes to be unique.
Mias was startled, and quickly hugged her candy ball tightly, staring at her sisters of the same race in the air, calling out their names one by one: "... Futa, Thumb, why are you here?
?”
People who don't know may think that she was born and raised here, but in fact Mias has never met these compatriots before. It's just that the fairies know each other from birth, even if they have never seen each other before.
have met before.
This is indeed a very unreasonable thing, but it is a fact in Warnd.
"Huh," the goblin flying up and down in the sky stared at Mias and replied: "There is a battle here, Her Majesty the Queen asked us to take a look."
When she said this, her eyes couldn't help but glance at the honey candy ball in Mias' hand, which really made people doubt the real purpose of these little goblins.
"This is mine." Mias quickly declared her sovereignty.
"Dear goblin ladies," Brando then said, "You also heard just now that we need a light boat. If you are willing to help me, I don't mind using honey candies in exchange for you.
"
"I can also weave light boats," Mias jumped up hurriedly: "You don't need to ask them for help!"
"You can't weave it alone." The fairies chirped, "It takes many people to weave a lightship, and every one of us has to participate."
"Can you give each of us a reward?" the leader asked.
"A candy for everyone." The other goblins actually sang in unison.
"Two for each person." Brando replied.
"Two for each person!" the fairies sang happily.
"That's my candy." Mias was very sad, but she immediately said energetically: "I also want to participate in weaving light boats."
"Then I'll give you three, Miss Mias." Brando told her quietly through spiritual contact, and the latter immediately smiled and narrowed his eyes, looking at Brando with a very friendly look.
At this moment, she felt that her lord was the best human being in the world.
It seems that what my sister said may not be entirely correct.
Andesa watched the transaction in stunned silence.
The world of elements is in turmoil. Rocks rumbled down from the white cape, and then were lifted up into the sky by invisible magic power. A drastic change seemed to be taking place in the direction of the Storm Stop Mountain. This drastic change would definitely pass through the elements.
Planes affect the entire world.
Maybe it will even completely change the original appearance of this world——
But the little fairies who had received the promised happiness turned a blind eye to this. They even sang a song while working:
'The ship of fairies,
Beautiful and exquisite.
it's like floating light
Also like stars.
…
the fairies' ship,
Light and compact.
It passes through the clouds and mist,
Sailed across the strait again.’
The elemental world is the hometown of the fairies. If the shallow sea is destroyed by the fall of dusk, then they are likely to lose their home.
However, the goblins seemed to have a heartless optimism, which really made Brando couldn't help but sigh.
He raised his head and watched these little guys forming a circle in the air. The elements gathered in their hands little by little, forming bright rays of light, and then converged with each other, and soon formed the outline of a ship.
At first he was worried that the boat made by these little guys would be a pocket boat suitable only for them, but he soon felt relieved. Although the boat was not big, just the size of a sampan, it was at least big enough for them.
He and Marocha got together.
At this time, he remembered the previous topic again, and suddenly turned back to Bai Wu and said: "Why are they called killer whales? Isn't there a species with the same name in the material world?"
Bai Wu was stunned for a moment before replying: "Because that's what the Tilmers call them. During the hunting season, they will even hunt whales."
"Can they hunt those whales?" Brando was a little surprised, so how powerful are the Tilmose people?
"That's their secret," Bai Wu seemed to understand what he was thinking, and explained: "They are not strong, they are just born with the strength of the elemental realm."
"They are not strong, they are just born with the strength of the realm of elements..." Brando murmured to himself, finally realizing that what he saw was actually just a corner of the world: "Natir