The Amber Sword

“The long and endless life of the Timorese, but most of them have difficulty living healthy through childhood and adulthood, and like other elemental organisms, a disease induced by magic erosion spreads among them, causing great distress to this community; and the Timorese regularly sail beyond the elemental barriers to hunt in chaos, where adult and young individuals often die in long-term walking hunts, and a few individuals with long life spans become shamans or wise people to guide the future direction of clans and tribes. ”

The bareboat sailed in the mist, and the light emanating from the boat broke open the fog, illuminating a range of more than a dozen meters ahead, and the surface was dark and sunken, as if it were a mirror. The mirror reflected a wire that seemed to have become incandescent at high temperatures, but it was actually a beam of fluorescent light, passing through the fog from the left side of the ship's starboard side, which exited from an unknown end behind the fog and disappeared into the frontal fog.

That is the light path of the Timothy, for ordinary people, it is simply a beacon lamp made up of the law of light elements, but the fairies and the Timothy can use it to convey to many different worlds.

The white fog stood at the bow of the boat, reflecting the fog and glow in the dark eyes, making it look both unclear and sparkling; the fairies' bareboat was kind of like a canoe of the fairies, it was flat and shaped like a leaf, the infarct stretched out a long leaf handle, there was a wind lamp on it, there was no fire in the crystal lamp cover, only a floating group of light, as if there was a group of fireflies in it.

She stood right above the lamp, claws holding onto the handle of the leaf, steady, and said, "… these elders mostly possess the power of the saintly realm, but for the Timothy, such wise men are rare, and often only one or two of the majority clans. ”

“One or two elders per clan?” Brando asks somewhat puzzlingly, is this an elementary race, even a dragon, and not just one or two sages?

He couldn't help but be disappointed. He asked the question, which naturally went towards the realm of sage and the perfection of the body. Especially since the latter was also an unsolved puzzle in the game, the players relied on the tablet of war to achieve the silver body, but it was a tricky means after all.

However, while many people want to find a better way to do it, the record of the perfect body in the game is too little, and according to the official statement - after all, it is a path to becoming a god, and it is not that easy to achieve.

Players once placed their hopes in search of hope outside of Warnd, after all, everyone knew that there were many powerful and strange races outside the elemental barrier - many of which themselves possessed divine powers, but how many could truly reach beyond the elemental barrier? The players went to the fire element, which was just a replica task, and now they have an easy chance to touch the world, and he is naturally reluctant to waste that opportunity.

But he was disappointed by the white mist's answer: "Isn't the Way of the Sage so easy to go? This is especially true for elemental organisms, most of which, because of their lack of blood power, could never set foot in the realm of God, as was the case with the Timothians. ”

“But the true significance of the presence of the elders of the Timothy lies not in their power, but in their wisdom, who are the lights of every clan and tribe, and for the Timothy, sage is like a great book full of wisdom. The Timorese themselves have no writing and transmit knowledge through knots and mouth-to-mouth, while in some cases the accidental death of an elder implies the loss of inheritance, or even the survival of a tribe. So you have to have the respect you need to face them. ”

“They don't have words?” Brando thought that such a powerful race should be highly civilized and developed, but did not expect the other side to be as ancient as a marginalized nation forgotten by the world.

“The Timorese are isolated, and when you see them, you'll see that they rarely come into contact with the civilized world except for the necessary transactions. And few things are useful to them, and they themselves possess powerful powers, which the Timorese attribute to the Holy Spirit, and they do not need magical objects, nor mechanical creation, and usually all we trade with them are pure elements, ancient symbols, and all that is related to the law. ”

“So what do we trade them for?” Brando asked.

The fog looked back at him. “I'm talking about the situation of ordinary people, and you're a little different, and you'll see how it's different. ”

Brando stopped talking.

The leprechauns sit on Malocha's back and greet the latter with a chirping greeting, because they are the guardians of the sacred woodlands and the crystal stags are sacred and noble creatures in the shallow waters, rare and intimate and natural allies of the leprechauns.

A bunch of fairies and a stag took up most of the weight on this boat, and in order to match it, Brando had to sit with Andersa, who had been holding the blade of flame and the tip of his sword against her chin, in case this cunning lady had any extra thoughts.

But Andersha's outfit was a little too forward, and only some of the vines on the lady's chest spread up along her sturdy little belly, like a deep V-neck evening dress, with wide leaves blocking only the most intimate parts of the woman, so much so that most of the full-blown peaks that were lifted were bare to reveal a great deal of beautiful but unhealthy snow and white skin tone.

Her back, as well as her luscious shoulders and the area connected to the elongated neck, were all untouched, revealing a beautiful clavicle underneath her neck, as if the whole person was sitting naked next to Brando, and Andersha herself did not care, but this scale made the latter feel a little embarrassed.

Brando felt a little dizzy, he tried to force Andersa to sit down with a blade of flame, but the woman seemed to notice something, revealing a surprise, and if she licked her thick purple lips, she subconsciously held Brando closer.

As a result, the delicate skin on her unburdened waist was almost entirely attached to Brando's arm, which only felt numb on her scalp, knowing the trick this sly woman was playing, and sighed: “Even here, Eloma could feel my command. ”

Andersha seemed to have been stabbed by a needle, and a bullet opened and she turned her head and stared at Brando, almost spraying fire in her dark eyes.

Brando stared at her white fangs and replied, "You should understand that I've made the biggest concession to let you aboard. ”

“- That's because I can get you to Gwendolyn!” Ansard replied with hatred.

“That's also because you understand that you can only find her if you follow me, and you can work with her. I don't care what you think, but you better not delay my time.” Brando replied coldly, “Otherwise I'll make you understand. ”

Andersha listened to him with her teeth bitten, but couldn't say another word. I don't know why, she had a hidden feeling in her heart. The young man in front seemed to know her better than herself. His eyes were sharp as a knife, he could always open her heart and guess her thoughts.

This feeling made her feel a little chilly, because she remembered the situation in which the young man had reckoned in the rings of the wind, which was similar to what it was now, but only to the detriment of the powerful customers on both sides.

She shut her mouth silently and made up her mind to keep up. There was actually another purpose, and she wanted to ask about the ash rings, but the white fog did not necessarily answer.

The bareboat sailed through the sea at an unpleasant and slow speed, but Brando knew that the feeling of speed was pointless here, because the distance above the light path could be very far or very close. It wasn't long before the fairies flew off Malocha's back and cheered.

He looked back and saw a contour hidden behind the mist, and when the contour became clear, he saw that it was an iceberg floating above the sea.

It's somewhere...

One of the fairies flew from Malocha's back into the fog in front and quickly disappeared. But the bareboat is still slowly moving forward, a stacked bridge gradually emerges in the fog, two giant teeth that do not know what the monster is plunged into the water, forming a bridge pile, covered with ice planks, two chandeliers drooling from the giant teeth, fluorescent light behind the fog.

Brando sees a strange human creature standing on a stack bridge, the other short and fat kind of looks like a dwarf, but it looks like a large bowling bottle —— a wide body, a smaller head -- and its skin is a little smooth like that of a seal, with a thick layer of plush on the surface, a thick layer of fat, and visible wrinkles between the neck.

When the boat got closer, he noticed that the creature didn't have five officers, that its skin was brown and blue, and that its face was painted with some peculiar white patterns-- kind of like a concentric circle, first Brando thought it was the other eye —— a one-eyed dragon.

From the first glance at this creature, Brando knew that this was the Tyrmouth, who had seen many strange creatures in the game, but none of them were more diverse than the form of elemental organisms.

This Timothy was wearing a robe that was no different from what Brando was familiar with, although the pattern was relatively simple, with some red wavy polylines.

He also had a hood covering his bald head, and Brando could feel him measuring himself, even though he didn't have eyes. Several fairies fell on its shoulders, the same ones that had left the boat earlier, although Brando noticed that they were missing a few and did not know where they had gone.

The bareboat approached the stack bridge slowly, and the Tyrmouth standing on the stack bridge lifted his hand, and the bareboat took off from the surface of the water, and the noise fell from the bottom of the boat, as if it were a waterfall. The bareboat didn't stop until it was flat on its side with the stack bridge, and the Tyrmouth looked at him and Andrea and said something.

He said it was an opening, but the Timothians had no mouth at all, and he just made some noises, and Brando didn't know where they were coming from, and he suspected it was a mental ability, because the other voice seemed to be coming directly into his head.

But he didn't even understand what that meant, and he just heard a few chirping sounds, like the sound of a series of bubbles coming from under the water.

Instead, the fog turned back and translated to him: “It says welcome, it says you are a distant guest. ”

Brando hurried back and White Mist conveyed his meaning. The Tyrmouth seemed happy and hurried over to show them off the boat first.

Brando jumped off the boat, followed by Andrea. Then Brando saw the Tyrmouths give a gift to Malocha - the native people living in the shallow ocean paid tribute to the sacred creature Crystal Taurus.

“Are the Tyrmouths so warm and welcoming?” Brando couldn't help but ask White Mist with some surprise.

“No, I told you, they're isolated,” the fog shakes your body and dumps the water all over your body, "but I'm not telling you, you're their guest. ”

“But I've never seen these Timorese. ”

“They haven't seen you either, but you're a travel magician, that's enough.” White fog answered.

When Malocha also walked off the boat, the short, fat Tyrmouth waved his fat hand - Brando noticed that he had only four fingers, but was as flexible as a human being - and the bareboat suddenly faded into a little starlight.

The ability of the Timorese to manipulate light elements seems innate, but surprisingly, they are actually indigenous people living on the surface of water elements.

It turned around and said another word to Brando.

“It says to ask you to come with it, there may be wise men who want to see you, but before that, you must bathe and change.” White fog immediately replied.

Brando nodded, a universal body language of the multiverse, without the need for white mist to translate.

A deer for two plus a fox marched along the stack bridge, and a short, fat Timothy walked ahead with a wind light that shot out in the fog for a long time.

Brando continues with the previous question: "What is the relationship between the Tyrmouth and the Brigadier Mage? ”

“It doesn't matter,” replied White Mist. "But do you know who is most popular in remote villages, travelers from all over the country, and where supplies are scarce, businessmen who can bring what the villagers need are often the most popular people? ”

“Are you trying to say that this is the way the Brigadier works?” It's no surprise that Brando has come to understand that magicians are free to navigate the world and its facades, and that they have treasures of all kinds from all worlds.

But he thought he was a travel magician, but at best he was a new beginner, and he had nothing of value. Or is the Timothy interested in fate cards? But that thing was also extremely important to him, and even if he really wanted to change it out, he wouldn't have much to replace it with.

Without wishing to listen to him, the fog shook his head with disdain: "The Tyrmouths are not looking for what you mortals consider precious, they have little chance of dealing with the brigadier, and every time they treasure it, let alone they may not have met a true brigadier in the last millennium. ”

“What do they want?” Brando's voice was so loud that the people of Natyrmouth looked back at him and nodded kindly at him.

“What they want is the creation of elements and laws, the light and water elements that your plaque produces, and the resources that cards provide in your world, are all they need most. ”

“Can this also be traded?” Brando's eyes widened and he was a complete rookie in the inheritance and knowledge of a travel magician.

“Sure,” White Mist looked at him unexpectedly. “This is a spiritually constructed world. Didn't I say it from the beginning? ”

Brando silenced down.

After previous successive battles, there were actually few light water elements left in his elemental pool, and making Aroma's cards cost him almost all his remaining resources, and now, according to White Mist, he can only hope that Tickets to the Tyrmouths are not too expensive.

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