"The shallow sea is the first barrier between the Elemental Barrier and the real world. This is the world of the Water Elemental. The nature of the Water Elemental is both stable and lively. It is not as active as the Fire Elemental, nor as stable as the Earth Elemental, nor as changeable as the Wind Elemental. It nurtures changes in tranquility, and is neither static nor unstable. That is why it can sustain life." White Fog's eyes reflected the scenery of the sea and the sky. Clouds floated above her eyelids like mist. She stretched out her claws and pointed forward with her long nails. The greyish-white path extended from her fingertips until it disappeared below the sea's surface. "The greyish-white promontory is one of the most magnificent sights in the shallow sea. It is endless, and the end is connected to the Wind Elemental Plane. But if we want to reach the Mountain of Ceasing Storms, we can't just walk down this path. This path leads to an endless world, and its length is also endless."
"Then what should we do?" Brando tapped the ground with the Flaming Edge. The greyish-white promontory responded with a rock-like sensation, but the Flaming Edge still could not leave a mark on it.
Andesha followed behind him in silence, occasionally looking at him with pity. Sometimes she would show disdain or even hatred, but most of the time she was expressionless and silent.
White Fog tapped the ground with her claws and said, "In the shallow sea, there is no substance other than the Water Elemental. The clouds and sky we see, including this greyish-white promontory, are all made of the Water Elemental."
"The Water Elemental?" He bent down and touched the surface of the ground. The rocky surface was rough and cold, and there was even a fine layer of sand. It was just like the headlands he saw in Trentheim and the Sublime Sea. Other than the lack of bird nests and gastropod shellfish between the cracks, there was nothing different about it.
"You can't feel the difference?" White Fog saw his action and replied, "This is normal. Our world is made of the Elements, and the Elemental World is based on the Spirit. The greyish-white promontory is just something we imagined, but it was recorded in legends and myths for thousands of years, and naturally projected into this world. On the other hand, the Mountain of Ceasing Storms and the River of Scorching Heat do not exist because we believe that the Wind Elemental Plane and the Fire Elemental Plane should be like this. It has accumulated over time in the secular world to form the scene we see today. "
It wagged its long tail, and its voice was unusually ethereal. "To cross White Cape, it's best to have the natives lead the way. Another way is to get the Sea Fog Lamp. The light will pierce through all the fog and guide us to the other side."
"Sea Mist Lamp? How do I get that?" Brando asked casually.
"When we get close to the Mirror Coast, I will find a way to attract the Lighthouse Fish. The Sea Fog Lamp grows on these fish. When the time comes, you can defeat one of them and get the Sea Fog Lamp. Then, you can summon the Extraditor. It will take us through the shallow sea and reach the Storm Stop Mountain."
"Mirror Coast?" It was Brando's first time outside the elemental barrier. Everything in this strange world was unfamiliar to him.
"The shallow sea is not static. Some places are calm, and the bottom of the sea is so clear that you can even see the bedrock made up of the foundation of the world. But some places are full of fog, and sharp-edged cliffs protrude from the bottom of the sea, covering the entire sea. There are all kinds of elemental creatures lurking under the cliffs. The Lighthouse Fish is just one of them. There are also the Tiramoses, who are a very strange kind of human. They have a special ability to weave light into a path of light and guide their ships to sail in the fog. The Tiramoses are the best Extraditors."
White Fog scratched the ground with her claws and replied as she recalled, "The Lighthouse Fish are a bit like a large anglerfish. You will understand when you see them. They live by devouring light and are the greatest enemy of the Tiramoses. However, the light in the sacs on top of their heads is the purest light element. This is also the only external element in the shallow sea. It is the sacred item of the Tiramoses. If you have the chance to find a Tiramoses tribe, you might be able to participate in their trade. The Tiramoses rely on light to travel between different planes. They have many good things. Back then, the Witch Empress obtained a Spring of Youth from them. "
"A Spring of Youth!" Andesha's hoarse voice came from behind. She muttered to herself, "I have never heard of the Tiramoses. They actually have a treasure like the Spring of Youth and are willing to exchange it. Doesn't that mean they are richer than giant dragons?"
"What are giant dragons?" White Fog replied bluntly, "The Tiramoses are nobler elemental creatures. However, they are not the noblest among the elemental creatures. The noblest are the Light People of Rouka. The Light Fairies are their kin in ancient times. The Light People are the builders of Babel Tower. Very few people know this."
"Aren't they the Divine People?"
"Even in the most glorious era, there were no more than a thousand Divine People. How could they do everything personally? The Golden People are the warriors of the gods, and the elemental creatures are the craftsmen and artists. How can the enemies of the former be compared to the enemies of the latter?"
Andesha looked at White Fog with a doubtful gaze. "How do you know so much? Who are you, Your Excellency?"
White Fog turned around and glanced at her. "The decay of the previous generation was not as stupid as you. Decay refers to the degradation of all things. It is a part of the cycle of the world. It does not mean that all things will eventually die. As long as there is light and water, there will be new sprouts in the rotten soil. If you can't even understand such a simple principle, your achievements will stop here. "
Andesha stared at White Fog as if she was possessed. She was cunning by nature, but not smart. Or rather, going back on her words was a way for her to protect herself. She was also very clear about her disadvantage among the twelve patriarchs. That was why she valued her unfathomable thoughts.
But White Fog's words were like a sharp sword that pierced into her heart. Although it hurt her self-esteem, it seemed to have opened a path for her in the darkness.
She stood there in a daze, recalling those words. Brando and White Fog were not in the mood to wait for her. The two of them walked away for a while.
Brando looked at the world of water elemental creatures.
It was a vast sea, with no end in sight. White Cape's jagged cliffs intersected with the waves crashing against the reefs. Lonely clouds and faint shadows hung under the blue sky.
This was a unique and beautiful world.
He seemed to hear that voice again. It was a somewhat low sigh.
'Human, you have never seen the shallow seas. You will not understand how great nature is.'
And now, he finally saw the ebb and flow of this world. The ebb and flow of the tides was magnificent, just like a painting. "How long will it take us to find the Tyrmosian, White Fog?" Brando asked.
"Are you afraid that we won't make it in time?" White Fog asked.
"I don't know how the Dragon Queen reached the center, but it will take us a long time to get there. According to Andesha, her ritual has already begun." Brando said worriedly.
"But when we arrive, her ritual will have just begun." White Fog replied confidently.
"What do you mean?"
White Fog raised her head and sniffed. "What we call time is the law set down by Lady Martha. But here, outside the Elemental Boundary, there is no law of time. There are only remnants of the law of time from the prime material plane, but it does not play a major role. It is meaningless to the natives. Only creatures of order like us can use it."
Brendel was stunned when he heard that. "I don't quite understand."
"It's normal that you don't understand. Because you still have the logic of time in your mind, the law of time is useful to us. For beings without this logic, it is ineffective here. You can understand it this way. In the eyes of the Tyrmosians, time is eternally still. When we come into contact with them, time will also become relatively slow, or even infinitely close to being still. So you don't have to worry about time. "
"Doesn't that mean that as long as I stay with the Tyrmosians forever, the Dragon Queen's ritual will never be completed?"
"That's just your imagination. Suppose the world is about to be destroyed, but if you stop time from flowing one second before the destruction, does that mean the world will never be destroyed?"
Brando finally understood and nodded thoughtfully. "Then maybe we can find a Tyrmosian guide?"
"The Tyrmosians rarely enter the Wind Elemental Plane. The elemental changes there are too active, and it's too dangerous for pure elemental creatures who don't live in that world. Besides, what's the use of bringing them along? It's nothing more than saving a little time on the road. When you meet the Dragon Queen, as long as she gets close to the Tyrmosians, won't the state of time return to the same state? " White Mist shook her head. "So if you want to use the Tyrmosians to deal with the Dragon Queen and the Twilight Dragon, you'd better not think about it —"
Andesha caught up with them at this time, but this time she did not speak. She just listened to the conversation silently.
Brando finally had the idea of looking for the Tyrmosians in his mind. Putting aside the question of whether or not he could participate in the trade fair with the Tyrmosians, even if he got the Sea-Mist Lamp, he would still need to find an extraditor. Although the Sea-Mist Lamp itself could guide them out of the shallow sea, the extraditor would always save them some time.
"How can we reach the Mirror Coast and find the Tyrmosians?" he asked.
"Just walk," White Mist replied. "But if there are natives leading the way, it'll be even faster."
Brando thought for a moment, and his mind sank into the world of thoughts. A card loomed in the darkness. He reached out to grab the card, and heard Metisha's puzzled voice. "My Lord?"
But he steeled his heart and did not answer. He held the card in his hand.
The card was painted with a white deer, and on its back sat a fairy playing a flute.
Song of Samsara
Eternal Song VIII
Light 4 Dark 4
[Spell]
Pay 40 Mana (Knight), summon Malourcha the White Deer (Level: Faran Knight Level -10) into the field. When the White Deer leaves the field, choose two cards from the graveyard and shuffle them into the holder's deck.
Maintain, Malourcha the White Deer will be maintained until the reset time of the next day.
"Birth and death, endlessly growing and multiplying —"
Brando displayed the card, and a glittering crystal stag stepped out of the door of light. It was tall and majestic, and its eyes were clear and bright. From its neck to its chest, every muscle seemed to contain endless power. This was a male stag in the prime of his life. It was experiencing the most glorious period of its life.
Malourcha's four slender hooves clattered on the gray headland. It raised its head and looked around. There was a very human light in its eyes, and two drops of tears fell.
"I never thought I would be able to return to my homeland in my lifetime —"
It let out a long sigh, and its voice sounded directly in the hearts of everyone present.
"Is this the shallow sea?" The little fairy pinned the flute to its waist and climbed up Malourcha's mane to the top of its head. It grabbed the antlers of the latter with one hand and put the other hand on its eyebrows. It looked as if it was looking into the distance at the horizon.
"It's so beautiful. It's much bigger than our lake —"
This little fairy wasn't any different from when Brando first saw it. Instead, its face was much fatter. God knew how much it had eaten in his world.
"This is your homeland, Malourcha?" Brando asked.
"This is my homeland, Sir Lord," Malourcha answered, its tone full of humility and respect. "It's exactly the same as when I left. I've often seen it in my dreams for thousands of years."
"Unfortunately, I can't keep you here, Malourcha."
"Travelers can't stop either, Sir Lord. This isn't something to be sad about. To be able to return to my homeland one day is already the greatest fortune for me." It shook its fur and answered, "Sir, what orders do you have for summoning me? But right now, I'm just a mount in this card. The main body of this card is actually Lady Miyasi. "
"Lady Miyasi?"
"That's me!" The little fairy pointed at herself proudly and answered, "Lady Miyasi is amazing. I can play the flute. When bad people hear my flute, they'll lose their minds. If Sir Lord hears my flute, he'll become even more powerful."
Brando thought to himself, So you're a bard.
The little fairy shook its head from side to side again and looked around. "Where's that fierce woman?"
"She's not here," Brando answered.
"Oh —" The little fairy was both relieved and regretful. No one knew what she was thinking.
Then, her eyes turned. She had obviously thought of another interesting idea.
In fact, if each star in the sky was used to represent an interesting idea in a fairy's mind, then the stars in the entire summer night would probably only be a third of the number.
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