The Amber Sword

This is Shallow Gray Bay, where a fleet is quietly anchored in the mist. The contours of the longboat's hull are implicitly contoured behind the mist, undulating in the waves, and the flooded wood is covered with staggered scars, some of which are still on top of which are not ready to be removed.

Timothy's boat song came from the fog, a song from the heart, with some ancient tune, as if it had traveled through time, and another legendary maritime nation had swept across the sea.

They dragged heavy prey onto the beach with leathers rubbed from the skin of sharp seals, the largest of which was a squid almost as big as a boat and several stories tall.

It lay powerlessly on the beach, dozens of tentacles filled with teeth no longer appeared so threatened by dehydration, and soft soft tissue skin dried out as a result of which giant eyeballs protruded in the orbit, making it look like the wreckage of a sea monster who had been dead on the beach for days.

But this is the descendant of an Ethereal predator, Tungsten Ramo, who is not the biggest prey ever captured by the Mist hunters, but is definitely the most valuable.

It provides 133 times more experience, or 134 times more, with a total of 27.4 million experience.

Brando looked up at this enormous thing, and it formed an extremely untrue picture with the surrounding Timorese, an illusory and backward original picture, as if to see the mythical seamen hunting on the ice sea.

Those who sang boat songs, carried spells, ran hunting in the woods, brave, ruthless Nordic pirates.

This barbaric and elegant nation, he also remembers vividly that when the lightning beam emitted from the Tyrmouth's dragon warship struck the monster's skull and opened a crack there, a thick whirlpool of magic storms erupted in the void, increasing the strength of all people in the entire convoy by more than 10%.

And the experience it has gained itself puts him directly in the extreme, which does not include the experience he automatically learns from the void.

As he gently touched forward, the Plains of Holy White truly and truly appeared in his sight, with countless laws intertwined in front of him, who, though silent, eagerly wanted to express what they meant.

And when mortals understand their processes, it is they who go through the plains.

The gods attribute truth to this, and mortal man picks up knowledge from the plains, like a vast sea of shells, and what he eventually gets depends on what he wants.

These truths and laws are what he knows - his ideal country, a field that is strong and inviolable with its borders, and which can only be described as holy and virtuous by those who can truly derive from it.

This is the true extreme of the goods, quite different from the one obtained with the help of the Blade of Fire. In other words, by the time he regained control of the Holy Sword Odyphus, he had actually tacitly touched the threshold of the extreme peak.

This is also because his understanding of the law does not keep pace with the growth of strength, because the experience gained from Brando is, in fact, more than enough to enter the realm of sage.

But when entering the realm of elements, the law will always be the first reins of binding force, and if a man crosses a minefield, he will sink into magic and become a monster of his own.

The tragedy of the Bronze Clan.

However, Brando had difficulty repeating the tragedy, because when he reached level 50 with the Holy Knight and Frost Earth Defender, the point of experience had been completely grayed, and even the elements had made it impossible for him to order any more with scholars. Obviously, the system was strictly defensive against this, fearing that he would step across the minefield.

It's not surprising to Bran, because it's the same experience in the game, and by this time, it's time for the First Nations to understand the 'Law’. Players can't understand the rules, so they need to do a promotion mission - a mission of the Sage Testimony.

This task requires the collection of sage stones, not a task that can be taken at once. The former is equally vain, and no one can say well how long it will take.

The last mortal with similar experience was born more than 1,200 years ago, and now this group of saints is the only one left in Warnde.

The Misty Elder looked at the prey with some pride.

Brando's right, it's probably the most valuable prey he's ever hunted in his life. It's strong and perfect, it's a beautiful prey, and it's very powerful in its ability to devour the laws, but none of this matters. The prey has incredible magic, thousands or even tens of thousands of times more powerful than what they once captured in the shallow ocean.

It was a miracle.

In return, Brando has given the Mist clan the right to dispose of the prey, and the Mist Elders have decided to wait until they return home to place it forever in the most prominent part of the fleet - preferably to make a bow image - which will be one of the most glorious things about the Mist clan.

The Ice Sea clan, which is dominated by craftsmen, will receive some of the most valuable material on the body, and all will rejoice, and there will be more than grief and tears along the way.

In fact, despite the loss of nearly half of the Tilmouth fleet and the overthrow of the Longtooth clan, the strength of Brando's final decision has not been so weakened that the clans have benefited considerably from this journey.

The adventurers above the shallow sea did not care about life and death, and the significance of their lives had long been demonstrated in the course of sailing in the wind, when the Tyrmouths buried the souls of the sea with their bone flutes, no one showed great sadness and, at best, some seriousness.

This attitude of the Eternal People towards life is incomprehensible in any case to the people of the earth, Brando and White Mist.

“Mr. Brando, we can only send you here, on the edge of the Mount of Stones, but there is no concept of space here, so you may be one step away from the dragon queen and the scepter of flames. ”

Tata respectfully and solemnly said to Brando that the people of Timothy stood behind her, unlike Brando, who was about to embark on a return journey. Unlike when Brando knew they would pass through the ash section on their return journey, it would be a frightening journey.

“What I want to say is that you will always be the most noble guest of Eternal Winter Harbor, and one day you will probably be its owner. Because I'm sure you'll get Cinna's approval to be the true king of the shallow sea. ”

“The Ice Sea Clan likewise welcomes you, Lord Brigadier.” The Ice Sea Wise also said.

“The same goes for the Mist clan.” The Misty Elder follows.

Brando nodded at them, and in any case, the experience was memorable. Just as he will always remember, there is a Tilmouth clan who did everything for him, whose bones may be buried in a turbulent stream of time, but whose name may disappear over the shallow sea, but will be remembered permanently in his heart.

“Take care, gentlemen. ”

There is a blessing in the network of hearts and minds of the Timorese, especially the Ice Sea clan, who was saved by Brando. A lot of people understand what kind of journey this young man is going to embark on, and when he turns around, it may be the beginning of a new legend, but it may also be the end of the world.

But either way, this means they will rarely see each other again in the future.

This farewell may well be a farewell for many present.

Brando saw Elder Cabe waving his short, fat hands in the crowd with human etiquette, and he laughed and raised his hand to wave at these somewhat lovely Tyrmouths.

“A chance to see you again. ”

He finally took a look at these short, fat seamen, at the fleet hidden in the mist, took Malocha and Fairy Fierce, and turned away from the beach.

Andersha and Ruth followed him, the latter and the white fog on each side of the sky, while the shepherd of the herdsman walked somewhat uncomfortably between them, bearing the anger of both sides.

Tata looked at the crowd, and the tallest of them, as if she were looking at a hero. “But Mr. Brando is actually better suited to be a scholar, and unfortunately this era is not our choice.” As Miss Fairy watched Brando and Malocha go further and farther in the mist, she couldn't help but think about it.

She turned back and said to Elder Cabe, not far away, "If we don't make it back in this war, you'll be the next wise man in Eternal Winter Harbor. ”

Elder Cabe looked at Miss Fairy and nodded solemnly.

This is Asakusa Bay...

The wilderness breeds strange, stone columns like blades surround the bay, and sea breezes occasionally cross the cliffs, scattering mist and leaving traces on pale sandy beaches.

Brando grabbed a grit and let it fall from between his fingers, leaving the sand with an unnatural glass colour.

He stood beside Malocha, and Fias and White Mist were all on Mr. Taurus' back at the moment, the former chatting in chatter, thanks to the latter's goodness to her, not a word to explain to her.

Ruth took up Brando's shoulder position, and the fairy prince laughed at White Mist and Fierce and Andrea all the time. Only Marocha could tell him to talk, with a serious little face on his face, as if no one was in his eyes, but he listened to Brando alone.

Brando was already at the height of the bay at the moment, and when he looked back, the bay in which the flotilla was located was already just a small spot in the fog, he wondered if Miss Fairy and the Tyrmouth people had anchored back, but there was inevitably some fallout in their hearts.

Though these seafarers have not been around for long, they have experienced more things than ordinary people have ever experienced in their entire lives.

Next, he heard the horn through the mist.

A total of three sounds came from afar as if paying tribute to him.

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