"The lives of the Tirmothians are long and endless, but most of them do not survive their infancy and adulthood in good health, and like other elemental beings, a disease caused by the erosion of magic spreads among them, causing great distress to the race; The Tirmoths would periodically sail beyond the elemental barrier to hunt in the chaos, with adult and juvenile individuals often dying during long hunting, and a few individuals with long lifespans would become shamans or sages, guiding the future direction of their clans and tribes. ”

The bareboat sailed in the fog, and the light emitted from the ship broke through the fog and shone out a range of more than ten meters ahead, and the water surface was dark and heavy, like a mirror. A steel cable that seemed to turn blazing white in the heat was reflected in the mirror, but it was actually a glowing beam of light that passed through the fog from the left side of the ship, shot out from the back of the fog and disappeared into the churning fog ahead.

It was the Tirmoth's path of light, and to ordinary people it was just a beacon light made purely of the laws of the light element, but the elves and Tirmothians could use it to teleport to many different worlds.

The white mist stood at the bow of the ship, and the fog and brilliance were reflected in the dark eyes, which seemed both unclear and shining; The elf's bareboat is a bit like the elves' boat, it is long and flattened, shaped like a leaf, with a long petiole sticking out of the stem, and a wind lantern hanging on it, and there is no fire in the crystal lampshade, only a floating light cluster, as if a group of fireflies are locked inside.

She stood above the lantern, her paws firmly gripping the petioles, and she stood firmly, "...... Most of these elders possess the power of the sage realm, but for the Tirmoths, such wise men are very rare. Often, there are only one or two of them in most clans. ”

"Only one or two elders per clan?" Brando asked a little puzzled, this is a race born with elemental rank, even if it is a dragon, there are not only one or two sages, right?

He couldn't help but be a little disappointed, he naturally asked this question for the sage realm and the perfect body, especially since the latter was also an unsolved puzzle in the game. Players rely on the War Slate to achieve Silver Body, but that is a trick after all.

However, although there are many people who want to find a more perfect way, there are too few records of the perfect body in the game, and according to the official version, it is the path to godhood after all, and how can it be so easy to achieve.

Players had hoped to find hope beyond Vawand, after all, everyone knew that there were many powerful and bizarre races beyond the elemental barrier - many of them possessed godlike powers themselves, but how many could actually get beyond the elemental barrier? Players went to the fire elemental plane, which was just a quest for a dungeon, and now they finally have the opportunity to touch this world. Naturally, he was not willing to waste this opportunity.

But he didn't expect Bai Mist's answer to disappoint him: "How can the path of the sage be so easy to follow?" This is especially true for elemental creatures, most of whom will never be able to set foot in the realm of gods due to their lack of bloodline power, and this is the case with the Tirmoths. ”

"But the true meaning of the Elder Existence of the Tirmose is not in their strength, but in their wisdom, the elders are the lights of every clan and tribe, and for the Tirmoths the sages are like a big book full of wisdom. The Tirmos themselves did not have a written language, but passed on knowledge through guò knots and word of mouth. And sometimes the accidental death of an elder means the loss of a lineage, or even the survival of a tribe. So you must maintain the necessary respect when facing them. ”

"They don't have words?" Brando also thought that such a powerful race should be highly civilized and developed. But I didn't expect that the other party was so ancient that it seemed to be a marginal nation forgotten by the world.

"The Tirmoths are very withdrawn, and when you see them, you will understand that they rarely come into contact with the civilized world except for the necessary trade. And there is very little that is useful to them, and they possess great powers in their own right, which the Tirmothians attribute to the gift of the Holy Spirit. They don't need magical items, they don't need mechanical artifacts, and usually the only things we can trade with them are pure elements, ancient runes, and all things related to the law. ”

"And what do we trade with them?" Brando asked.

White Mist glanced back at him. "I'm talking about the situation of ordinary people, and as for you, it's a little different, as for how different. You'll find out later. ”

Brando was silent.

The goblins sat on the back of the Malocha and chattered to greet the latter, as they were the guardians of the sacred woodlands, and the crystal stag were also sacred and noble creatures in the shallow seas, they were rare and intimate, and they were natural allies of the elves.

A pack of leprechauns and a stag took up most of the ship's weight, and Brando had to sit aside from Andesa for the sake of the match, holding the Flame Blade all the time, with the tip of his sword against her chin, beware of any extra thoughts on the cunning lady.

But Andelsa's outfit was a little too advanced, and only a few vines spread up along her strong lower abdomen on the woman's chest, like a deep V open neck evening dress, and the thick leaf vines could only block the most intimate parts of the woman, so that most of the full twin peaks that were held up were exposed, revealing a large area of beautiful but unhealthy snow-white complexion.

And her back and even her delicate shoulders and the parts connected to the slender neck are all smooth and clean, and the beautiful collarbone is exposed under the neck, and the whole person seems to be sitting naked next to Brando, Andesa herself does not care, but this scale makes the latter feel a little embarrassed.

Brando felt a little dizzy, he tried to force Androsa to sit away with the blade of fire, but the woman seemed to notice something, showing a surprised look, she licked her thick purple lips thoughtfully, and subconsciously leaned closer to Brando.

In this way, the delicate skin of her waist, which had no fat, was almost completely attached to Brando's arm, who only felt a tingling of his scalp, and understood the little trick played by this cunning woman, and said in a deep voice: "Even here, Akroma can feel my command." ”

It was as if Andesa had been pricked with a needle, and a bullet was fired. She turned her head to stare at Brando, her dark eyes almost bursting with fire.

Brando stared at her snow-white fangs and replied, "You should understand that I let you on the boat is already the biggest concession. ”

"—that's because I can take you to Gwendoline!" Anshad replied hatefully.

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

Andesa listened to him through gritted teeth. But she couldn't say a word, I don't know why, she had a faint feeling in her heart that the young man in front of her seemed to know her better than herself, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife, ready to cut open her heart and guess her thoughts.

This feeling sent chills down her heart, for she remembered how similar it was then to the young man's plot in the Ring of Trade Winds to the present. It's just that the strength of the two sides is even more disadvantageous for her.

She silently closed her mouth, she was determined to follow up for another purpose, she wanted to ask about the Ring of Ashes, but White Mist didn't necessarily answer.

The bareboat rowed through the fog and sailed on the surface of the sea at a speed that was neither fast nor slow, but Brando knew that the sense of speed was meaningless here, because the distance above the path of light could be extremely far or very close. Sure enough, it didn't take long. The goblins flew up from Malocha's back and let out a cheer.

He looked back. He saw a silhouette looming behind the mist, and when the outline became clear, he saw that it was an iceberg floating on the surface of the sea.

It's time to get to the place—

One by one, the goblins flew up from Malocha's back, flew into the fog in front of them, and quickly disappeared. But the bareboat was still moving slowly, and a trestle gradually emerged from the mist. Two of the monster's fangs plunged into the water, forming a bridge pile covered with ice-covered planks, and two chandeliers hung down from the fangs, glowing behind the mist.

Brando sees a strange humanoid creature standing on the trestle. The other party was stocky and a bit like a dwarf, but it looked like a large bowling pin - a broad body, a small head, and its skin was smooth like the skin of a seal, with a thick layer of down on the surface, and a thick layer of fat, with obvious folds visible between the neck.

When the boat got closer, he noticed that the creature had no facial features, its skin was brownish-blue, and its face was painted with a special powdery paint with some strange white patterns—it looked a bit like a concentric circle, and at first Brando thought it was the other's eyes—a one-eyed dragon.

From the first sight of the creature, Brando knew it was the Tirmoth, and he had seen many strange creatures in the game, but none of them were more diverse than the forms of elemental creatures.

The Tirmoth wore a robe that was not unlike what Brando was familiar with, but the pattern on it was simpler, with some red wavy lines.

The other party was wearing a hood to cover its bare head, and although it had no eyes, Brando could feel that the other party was looking at him. A few leprechauns landed on its shoulders, the same ones that had left the ship earlier, but Brando noticed that they were missing and didn't know where they had gone.

As the bareboat approached the trestle, the Tirmoth, who was standing on the trestle, lifted his hand, and the bareboat flew up from the water, and the water fell from the bottom of the boat like a waterfall. The bareboat had risen until the side of the ship was level with the trestle before stopping, and the Tirmoth man looked at him and Andesa and spoke.

Said to be an opening, but in fact the Tirmoth man didn't have a mouth at all, he just made some sounds, and Brando didn't know where the other party was speaking from, he suspected that it was a psychic ability, because the other party's voice seemed to be transmitted directly to his head.

But he didn't understand what it meant, and he heard only a gurgling sound, like the sound of a series of bubbles rising from under the water.

Instead, Bai Wu turned back to him and translated: "It said that you are welcome, and it said that you are a distinguished guest from afar. ”

Brando hurriedly returned the salute, and the White Mist conveyed his meaning back, and the Tirmoth, as if pleased, quickly turned to the side and motioned for them to disembark first.

Brando jumped off the boat, followed by Andessa. Brando then saw the Tirmothians salute Malocha - the natives of the shallow seas were full of respect for the sacred creature of the Crystal Stag.

"Are the people of Tirmoth so hospitable?" Brando couldn't help but ask White Mist with some surprise.

"No, I said, they're very withdrawn," White Mist shook his body, splashing his body everywhere, "but I won't tell you, you're their honored guest." ”

"But I've never seen any of these Tirmoths."

"They haven't seen you either, but you're a traveling mage, and that's enough." White Mist replied.

When Malocha stepped out of the boat, the stocky Tirmoth waved his chubby hand—Brando noticed that the other man had only four fingers, but was as nimble as a human—and the bareboat suddenly dissipated into starlight.

The Tirmoths seem to have an innate ability to manipulate the light elementals, but surprisingly, they are actually natives living on the water elemental plane.

It turned around and said another word to Brando.

"It says come with it, there may be wise men who want to see you, but before that you have to bathe and change your clothes." White Mist replied immediately.

Brando nodded, this is a universal body language of the multiverse, and it doesn't need to be translated by White Mist.

Two men, a deer and a fox walked along the trestle, and the stocky Tirmoth walked in front with a wind lantern, the light of which shot far through the mist.

Brando continued with the previous question: "Is there any relationship between the Tirmos and the Traveling Mage?" ”

"Tirmoths have nothing to do with the traveling mage," White Mist replied, "but do you know who is most popular in the remote countryside, the merchants who travel from place to place, and where supplies are scarce, the merchants who can bring what the villagers need are often the most popular. ”

"You want to say that the Traveling Mage is such a person?" Brando somewhat understood that the traveling mages were free to travel through the power of various worlds and planes, and it was not surprising that they had all kinds of secret treasures from various worlds.

But he thought to himself that although he was a traveling mage, he was at best a novice who was just starting out, and he didn't have anything of value on him. Or maybe the Tirmoths were also interested in Destiny cards? But that thing is also extremely important to him, and even if he really wants to change it, there are few that he is willing to change.

Unexpectedly, Bai Mist listened to his words but shook his head disdainfully: "The Tirmoths don't want those things that you mortals think are precious, they have very few opportunities to trade with traveling mages, and they will cherish them every time, not to mention that they may not have met a real traveling mage in the past thousand years." ”

"And what do they want?" Brando's voice couldn't help but be a little louder, so much so that the Tilmoths looked back at him and nodded at him kindly.

"They want the creation of elements and laws, the light and water elements produced by your lands, and the resources provided by the cards in your world, which are the things they need most."

"This can be traded too?" Brando's eyes widened, he was a complete rookie when it came to the inheritance and knowledge of the Traveling Mage.

"Of course," White Mist glanced at him disapprovingly. "This is a spiritually constructed world, didn't I say it at the beginning?"

Brando fell silent.

After the previous series of battles, there was actually not much light and water elemental left in his elemental pool, and the cards that made Zuò Eroma had spent almost all of his remaining resources, and according to White Mist, he could only hope that the Tirmoth's ship ticket would not be too expensive.

…… (To be continued......)