This is a light gray bay. A fleet of ships is 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 waterlogged 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. It seemed that through time, 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 was also dried and shriveled. The huge eyeballs in the eye sockets bulged due to this, making 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, 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, hunted in the forest with magic spells.
This sometimes savage, sometimes elegant nation, he still clearly remembered when the lightning beam shot from the Tilmose people's dragon-headed battleship hit the monster's skull and opened a crack there, a strong magical power
The storm vortex erupted 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, not including the experience he automatically drew from the void.
He gently stretched out his hand and touched it, and the Holy White Plains truly appeared in his field of vision. Countless laws were intertwined in front of his eyes. Although they were silent, they eagerly wanted to express the meaning they contained.
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 and his ideal country. This realm and territory are stable and inviolable. Only those who can truly gain from them can be called sages.
This is the real extreme state, and it is completely different from the experience of 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 state.
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 who cannot control himself.
Similar to the tragedy of the Bronze clan.
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 completely turned gray. Even the elementalists and scholars can no longer point them.
Looking at it, it is obvious that the system is strictly guarding against this point, for fear that he will take a step beyond the threshold.
Bran is not very surprised by this, because the experience is the same as in the game. At this time, the aboriginals need to understand the 'laws'. Players cannot understand the laws, so they need to complete the promotion task to become a sage.
The task of proof.
This task requires collecting the Philosopher's Stone. It is 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 who had similar experiences was born more than 1,200 years ago, and currently there is only one of this group of sages left in Warend.
The mist elder looked at the prey with some pride.
Brando is right, this may be the most valuable prey it has ever hunted in its life. It is strong and perfect, a beautiful prey, and its special ability to swallow the law is also very good.
Strong, but these are not the key. This prey contains incredible magic power, which is thousands of times, even tens of thousands, times richer than the magic power in the bodies of those magic creatures they once captured in the shallow sea.
times.
This is simply a miracle.
In return, Brando gave the right to dispose of the prey to the Mist clan. The Mist elders have decided to wait until they return, and it would be best to put it in the most conspicuous place of the fleet forever. It would be best to make it into a bow statue.
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 Bai Wu, 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 returning, and they
It will be a thrilling journey.
"What I want to say is that you will always be the most distinguished guest of Everwinter Port, and one day you may even become its owner. Because I believe that you will definitely be recognized by Xinna and become the true king of Qianhai."
"The Ice Sea Clan also welcomes you, Lord Planeswalker." The Ice Sea Wise Man also spoke.
"The same goes for the Mist clan." Elder Mist followed closely.
Brando nodded to them. No matter what, this experience is worth remembering. Just like he will always remember that there is a clan of Tilmose people who sacrificed everything for him, and their bones may be buried in time and space.
In the turbulent currents, its name may disappear in the shallow sea, but it will be remembered forever in his heart.
"Please take care of yourself, everyone."
There was a sound of blessing in the spiritual network of the Tilmos people, especially the Ice Sea clan who had been saved by Brando. Many people understood what kind of journey this young man was going to embark on next. When he turned 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 Tilmers.
Wave.
"See you again when I 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 glances from both sides.
Tata stared 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 this era." Miss Goblin.
Watching the backs of Brando and Marocha walking farther and farther in the mist, I couldn't help but think of this.
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 Qianhui 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, blowing away the mist, leaving traces on the pale sandy beach.
Brando grabbed a handful of gravel and let it fall from between his fingers. The sand exuded an unnatural glass-like color.
Standing next to him was 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 horn piercing the fog.
There were three sounds in total, reaching here from a distance, as if paying tribute to him.