The Amber Sword

“The shallow sea is the first barrier of elements connected to the present world, this is the world of water elements, which are stable and lively in nature, not as active as fire elements, not as solid as ground elements, not as variable as wind elements, which nurture change in calm, neither static nor volatile in order to carry life.” The white mist's eyes reflected the view of the sea skyline, the clouds floating on her eyelids like fog, and it stretched out its claws and pointed forward with its long fingernails - the grey white road stretched in the direction of its fingertips until it disappeared beneath the sea level: “Cape Gray and White, one of the most spectacular landscapes of the shallow seas, it was infinite, with wind elements connected at its end - but to reach the Mountains of the Storm, it was impossible to simply walk this way, the road stretched towards a world without ends, and its length did not end. ”

“What should we do?” Brando struck the ground with a blade of flame and the gray and white headland responded with a rocky touch, but this sword remains difficult to mark.

Andersha followed him in silence and from time to time looked with a lamentable look at his violent behavior. Sometimes she revealed a sense of indifference and even resentment, but most of the time she looked silent.

The white mist knocked on the ground with its claws and made a clacking sound: “In the shallow sea, there is no substance other than the water element, and the clouds and skies we see, including this gray headland, are made of water elements. ”

“Water elements?” Brando bent over, reached down and touched the ground, the rocky surface was rough and cold, with fine sea sand, just like those headlands he had seen in Tonigal and in the lofty inland waters, which were no different than the nest and belly-footed shellfish found between the rock seams.

“Can't you feel the difference?” White mist sees his behavior and answers: “It's normal that our world is made up of elements, and the world of elements is founded on spirit, and Cape Gray is just what we envisioned, but it has been documented in legends and myths for centuries and naturally projects into this world. In contrast, the Mountains of Stopping the Storm and the Rivers of Coke do not exist, because we believe that the dimension of the wind element and the fire element should look like this, and it has accumulated over the years in the worldly aspirations to form the image that we see today. ”

It shook a long tail and sounded unusually empty. “To cross the White Cape, it's best to have a local Aboriginal guide, and another way is to get the sea fog lamp, which will pass through all the mist and lead us to the other shore. ”

“Sea fog lamp, how do you get that thing?” Brando asked casually.

“When I get close to the coast of the mirror, I'll find a way to bring in the lighthouse fish, and the sea fog lights will grow on these fish, and then you can defeat one of them, get the sea fog lights, and you can call the extraditor, and it'll take us across the shallow sea to the Mountain of the Storm. ”

“The Mirror Coast?” Brando was also the first to come outside the elemental barrier, full of strangers to everything in this strange world.

“The shallow sea is not static, some places are calm and waveless, beneath the sea is crystal clear, and even a bedrock made up of the world's cornerstones can be seen; but in some places there is mist, like a razor-sharp cliff that protrudes from beneath the sea's teeth, all over the sea, beneath the cliff is lurking all kinds of elemental creatures, the Lighthouse Fish is just one of them, and the Tillsmore people, a strange human being, who has a special ability to weave light into light paths, guide their ships through the mist, and the Timorese people are the best extraditors. ”

The fog scratched the ground with its claws and replied as it remembered: "The lighthouse fish are kind of like giant sturgeons, and when you see them, you can see that they survive by swallowing light, which is the great enemy of the Timorese, but the light in the capsule above their heads is the purest light element, which is also the only external element of the shallow sea, which is the sacred object of the Timorese people. If you had the chance to find a Tyrmouth tribe, you might have been able to attend a trade fair between them, and the Tyrmouths traveled all over the world by light, and they had a lot of good things, and the Witch Queen had received a fountain of youth from them that year. ”

“A bite of the fountain of youth!” Andersha had some dull voices coming from behind, and she muttered to herself: “I've never heard of the Tyrmouths, who held such treasures as the Fountain of Youth in their hands, and would trade them out. Aren't they richer than dragons? ”

“What is a dragon?” The white mist answered without courtesy: "The Tyrmouths are more noble elemental creatures, but they are not yet the noblest of the elemental creatures, the noblest of which are the Light People of Rocca, the Light Fairies are their ancient families, the Light People are the builders of Barberta, and few people know this. ”

“Isn't it the Gods? ”

“In the most glorious of times, the people of God will not exceed a thousand people. How can the enemies of the Golden People be compared to the Golden People, who are warriors of the gods, and the elemental creatures, craftsmen and artists? ”

Andersa looked at the fog with an uncertain look: “How do you know so much, Your Excellency? Who are you? ”

The fog glanced back at her and said, "Decay is not as stupid as you are. Decay is the degradation of everything. It is part of the world cycle itself, not the eventual death of everything. As long as there is light and water, there will surely be new buds in the rotten soil. You can't even understand such a shallow logic, and that is the end of achievement. ”

Andersha stared at the fog like a demon. She was cunning but not intelligent, or rather said that the inverse was a means of protecting herself. She herself was well aware of her disadvantages among the Twelve Patriarchs, which is why she attached more importance to making her mind uncertain.

But the words of white fog pierced her heart like a sword. Although some hurt her self-esteem, it was as if she had broken a path in the middle of the darkness.

She stood there staring at the words, and Brando and White Mist didn't think to wait for her, and they walked away for a while.

Brando looks at this world of water elements.

It's a vast ocean, overlooking no boundaries, with dog-toothed cliffshores on Cape White, and the ocean pounding against the reef. Lonely cloud shadows, drooling beneath the blue sky.

This is a unique and beautiful world.

He seemed to hear the voice again, some sighing down at him:

‘Humans, you've never seen the shallow sea, you don't understand how great nature is...'

And now he finally sees that the tide of the world is gone, and the tide is falling, and the waves are magnificent, like a picture roll. “How long will it take us to find the Timorese, White Mist?” Brando asked.

“Are you afraid you won't make it?” White fog asks back.

“I don't know how the Dragon Queen arrived at the Pivot, but it will obviously take quite a while for us to get there, and according to Andersha, her ceremony has begun.” Brando said with no worries.

“But when we arrived, her ceremony was just beginning.” White fog breasts answered bamboo.

“What do you mean? ”

White fog raised his head and sniffed his nose. “Our so-called time is the law set by Lord Martha, and here - beyond the boundaries of the elements - there is no time order, only some remnants of the law of time from the predominant material aspect, but it does not play a major role and has little meaning for the First Nations, and only we, the organisms of order, will use it. ”

Brando's listening. “I don't quite understand. ”

“It is normal not to understand, because there is a logic of time left in your mind, so to say that the law of time is useful to us, it is ineffective here without this logic. As you can see, time seems to the Timorese to be eternally stationary, and when we come into contact with them, time becomes relatively slow, even infinitely close to stationary, so you don't have to worry about time. ”

“Isn't that the ritual of Dragon Queen never complete as long as I stay with the Tyrmouths forever? ”

“This is just your illusion, assuming that the world will perish at the next moment, and yet you set time forever to stop flowing a second before it perishes, is it proof that the world will never perish? ”

So Brando came to understand, and he nodded thoughtfully, "So maybe we can find a guide for the Tyrmouths? ”

“The Timothians seldom enter the wind's elemental landscape, where the elemental changes are too active, too dangerous for pure elemental organisms that are not grown in that world, and what good is it if you bring them? Nothing more than saving time on the road. When you meet the dragon queen, as long as she's close to the Tyrmouths, isn't the state of time the same?” White fog shook his head: “So you want to deal with the dragon queen and the dusk dragon with the Tyrmouth, or don't think about it in the morning--”

Andersha came back from behind, but this time she stopped talking and just listened to the conversation.

At last, Brando left behind the idea of finding the Timorese, not to mention attending the Timorese trade fair, because even if he had the lamp of the fog, he would need to find an extraditor, who, although the lamp of the fog itself could lead them out of the shallow sea, would always save some time.

“How do we get to the Mirror Coast and how do we find the Tyrmouths?” He asked.

“Just go on," replied White Mist, "but if there's a First Nations guide, it's faster. ”

Brando thought about it, and he went into the world of thought, and a card was hidden in the darkness, and he reached out and grabbed it, and in the middle of it he heard Metisa's confused voice: "Lord? ”

But he was cruel and unanswered, holding the card in his hand.

The card is painted with a white deer sitting on its back with a fairy blowing a horizontal flute.

Back to Song Wing

Yongge VIII

Light 4 Dark 4

Pay 40 Fahrenheit (Knight) to summon White Deer Marocha (Rank -10) to enter the arena. When the White Deer leaves, select two cards from the cemetery to wash into its holder's card bank.

Maintain, Marocha Blanc will maintain until the next day's reset.

‘Born and gone, born and gone...’

Brando showed the card, a shining crystal stag that couldn't get out of the light door, it was tall and strong, its eyes clear and bright, and it seemed that every piece of solid muscle from the neck to the chest contained endless power, a powerful male stag of the year, going through one of the most glorious moments of his life.

Marocha's long four hooves clicked on the gray-white cape and raised his head to look around, revealing a very humane glow in his eyes with two full drops of tears.

“I never thought I'd be able to return to my homeland in my lifetime...”

It sighs a long time and sounds directly in the hearts and minds of the people present.

“Is this the shallow sea?” The fairy kept the transverse flute away from her waist and climbed all the way to the top of Malocha's head, grabbing the antler of the latter with one hand and putting one hand on her eyebrow, looking at the view of the distant sea skyline.

“It's so beautiful, so much bigger than our lake--”

This little fairy was no different from Brando when he first met her, but his face was fat and he didn't know how much he had eaten in his world.

“This is where you come from, Malocha?” Brando asked.

“This is my hometown, Lord,” replied Malocha, full of humility and respect: "It's exactly like when I left, and for thousands of years I've seen it in my dreams. ”

“Too bad I can't keep you here, Malocha. ”

“The traveler can't stop either, Lord, it's not worth the sadness. One day he'll be able to return to his homeland, which is already the luckiest thing for me," he replied, shaking his hair. “Sir, what do you want me to do when you summon me out? But at the moment, I'm just a rider on this card, and the subject of this card is actually Miss Mias. ”

“Miss Mias? ”

“That's me!” The fairy pointed proudly at herself and replied: “Lord Mias is amazing, I can play the flute, the bad guys will lose their souls when they hear my flute, if Lord listens to my flute, it will become even more amazing. ”

Brando wants feelings. You're still a bard.

The leprechaun shook his head to the left and right, looking around: “What about the murderous woman? ”

“She's not here.” Brando replied.

“Oh -" the fairy replied with some happiness and some regret, not knowing what was on her mind.

Then she turned her eyes and obviously came up with some interesting ideas.

In fact, if you use every star in the sky to represent an interesting idea in the brain of a fairy, only a third of the stars will be available for the entire summer night.

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