"The Tirmosi have a long lifespan, but most of them can't live through childhood and adulthood. Like other elemental creatures, a disease caused by magic erosion spreads among them, causing great trouble to the tribe. Moreover, the Tirmosi will regularly sail beyond the elemental barrier to hunt in the Chaos. Adults and young individuals often die in the long-term hunting. A few individuals with a long lifespan will become shamans or wise men, guiding the future direction of the clan and tribe."
The light ship sailed in the fog. The light from the ship broke through the fog, illuminating a dozen meters ahead. The water was dark, like a mirror. The mirror reflected a steel cable that seemed to have turned white under the high temperature, but it was actually a fluorescent beam of light. It passed through the fog from the left side of the ship, shot out from an unknown place behind the fog, and disappeared into the churning fog in front of it.
That was the light path of the Tirmosi. To ordinary people, it was just a beacon made purely of the Elemental Law of Light, but the fairies and Tirmosi could use it to teleport to many different worlds.
White Mist stood at the bow of the ship, her dark eyes reflecting the fog and light, looking both dense and sparkling. The light ship of the fairies was a little like the boat of the elves. It was flat and long, like a leaf, with a long leaf stalk extending from the stem. A lantern hung on it, but there was no fire in the crystal lamp, only floating light, as if a group of fireflies were trapped in it.
She stood above the lantern, her claws tightly grasping the leaf stalk, standing steadily, and said, "… Most of these elders have the power of the Sage Realm, but for the Tirmosi, such wise men are very rare. Usually, there are only one or two in most clans."
"Only one or two elders in each clan?" Brando asked, puzzled. This was a race that was born with Elemental Grade. Even the dragons would have more than one or two Sages, right?
He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He asked this question because of the Sage Realm and the perfect body, especially the latter was also an unsolved mystery in the game. The players relied on the War Slate to achieve the Silver Body, but it was a trick after all.
However, although many people wanted to find a more perfect way, there were too few records of the perfect body in the game. According to the official statement, it was the path to becoming a god, and it was not so easy to achieve.
The players once hoped to find hope outside the Wohnde. After all, everyone knew that there were many powerful and strange races outside the elemental barrier. Many of them had the power of gods, but how many could really reach the elemental barrier? The players went to the Fire Elemental Plane, but that was only a dungeon quest. Now that he finally had the chance to touch this world, he naturally did not want to waste this opportunity.
However, he did not expect the White Mist's answer to disappoint him. "How can the path of the Sage be so easy to walk? It is even more so for elemental creatures. Most elemental creatures can never set foot in the realm of gods because they lack the power of blood. This is the case for the Tirmosi. "
"But the real meaning of the existence of the elders of the Tirmosi is not their strength, but their wisdom. The elders are the lights of every clan and tribe. For the Tirmosi, the Sage is like a big book full of wisdom. The Tirmosi themselves do not have a written language. They pass on knowledge through knots and oral communication. Sometimes, the accidental death of an elder means the loss of inheritance, or even the survival of a tribe. So you must maintain the necessary respect when facing them. "
"They don't have a written language?" Brando thought that such a powerful race should be highly civilized and developed, but he did not expect them to be so ancient that they seemed to be a marginal race forgotten by the world.
"The Tirmosi are very reclusive. You will understand when you see them. Other than necessary transactions, they rarely come into contact with the civilized world. And there are very few things that are useful to them. They themselves have great power. The Tirmosi attribute this power to the gift of the Holy Spirit. They do not need magic items or machinery. Usually, the only things we can trade with them are pure elements, ancient runes, and everything related to the rules. "
"Then what do we use to trade with them?" Brando asked.
White Mist turned around and glanced at him. "I am talking about the situation of ordinary people. As for you, you are a little different. As for how different you are, you will know later."
Brando said no more.
The fairies sat around Malourcha's back, chattering and greeting him. Because they were the protectors of the Sacred Forest, the Crystal Stag was also a sacred and noble creature in the shallow seas. They were rare and friendly, and were the fairies' natural allies.
A group of fairies and a stag took up most of the weight of the small boat. For the sake of balance, Brando had no choice but to not sit next to Andesha. He held the Flaming Blade, the tip of the sword pressed against her chin, in case this cunning lady had any other ideas.
But Andesha's attire was a little too advanced. There were only a few vines in front of her chest that extended up her strong abdomen. It was like an evening gown with a deep V-neck. The thick vines could only cover the most private parts of a woman. Most of her full breasts were exposed, revealing a large area of beautiful but unhealthy snow-white skin.
Her back, her delicate shoulders, and the parts that connected to her slender neck were all bare. Her beautiful collarbone was exposed under her neck. She looked as if she was sitting naked next to Brando. Andesha didn't care about it herself, but this extent made the latter feel a little awkward.
Brando felt a little dizzy. He tried to use the Flaming Blade to force Andesha to sit away, but the woman seemed to sense something. She looked surprised. She licked her thick purple lips thoughtfully and unconsciously moved closer to Brando.
This way, her fleshless waist and delicate skin were almost completely pressed against Brando's arm. The latter felt his scalp tingle. He understood what this cunning woman was playing. He said in a low voice, "Even here, Iroma can still feel my orders."
Andesha seemed to have been pricked by a needle and bounced back. She turned her head to stare at Brando, her dark eyes almost spitting fire.
Brando stared at her with his sharp white teeth. "You should know that letting you on the ship is already the biggest concession I can make."
"That's because I can lead you to Gwendolyn!" Anshad said hatefully.
"That's also because you know that only by following me can you find her and join forces with her. I don't care what you think, but you better not waste my time." Brando said coldly, "Or I'll make you understand."
Andesha gritted her teeth as she listened to him, but she couldn't say a word. She didn't know why, but she had a feeling that this young man in front of her knew her better than she did. His gaze was as sharp as a knife, able to cut open her heart and guess her thoughts at any time.
This feeling made her feel a chill in her heart. She recalled the time when she was plotted against by this young man in the Loop of Trade Winds. That time was similar to now, but the difference in strength between the host and the guest was more disadvantageous to her.
She silently closed her mouth. She had made up her mind to follow him for another reason. She wanted to ask about the Loop of Ashes, but the white mist might not answer.
The ship of light cut through the mist, sailing on the sea at a moderate speed, but Brando knew that speed was meaningless here, because the distance on the path of light could be very far or very close. Sure enough, not long after, the fairies flew off Malourcha's back, cheering.
He turned back to look and saw a faint outline appear behind the mist. When the outline became clear, he saw that it was an iceberg floating on the sea.
They'd arrived.
The fairies flew off Malourcha's back one by one, flying into the mist ahead and quickly disappearing. But the ship of light was still moving forward slowly, and a bridge gradually appeared in the mist. Two huge teeth of some unknown monster were inserted into the water, forming the bridge pilings. There were planks covered with ice on top, and two chandeliers hung down from the huge teeth, glowing behind the mist.
Brando saw a strange humanoid creature standing on the bridge. It was short and plump, a little like a dwarf, but it looked like a large bowling pin. It had a broad body and a small head. Its skin was smooth like a seal's, with a thick layer of fur and a thick layer of fat. There were obvious wrinkles between its neck.
When the ship got closer, he noticed that the creature had no facial features. Its skin was brownish-blue, and its face was painted with some strange white patterns using a special powder. It looked a little like a concentric circle. At first, Brando thought that it was its eyes — a one-eyed man.
The moment he saw the creature, Brando knew that it was a Tyrmosian. He'd seen many strange creatures in the game, but none of them were more diverse than elemental creatures.
The Tyrmosian wore a long robe. This robe was not much different from the ones Brando was familiar with, but the patterns on it were simpler, with some red wavy lines.
The creature also wore a hood to cover its bald head. Although it had no eyes, Brando could feel that it was sizing him up. A few fairies landed on its shoulders. They were the fairies that had left the ship earlier, but Brando noticed that a few of them were missing. He didn't know where they had gone.
The ship of light slowly approached the bridge. The Tyrmosian standing on the bridge raised its hand, and the ship of light rose from the water. Water flowed down from the bottom of the ship like a waterfall. The ship of light rose until it was level with the bridge. The Tyrmosian looked at him and Andesha and opened its mouth to say something.
Although it said it opened its mouth, the Tyrmosian didn't actually have a mouth. It just made some sounds. Brando didn't know where the sound came from. He suspected that it was some kind of psychic ability, because the creature's voice seemed to be transmitted directly into his mind.
But he did not understand the meaning of the words at all. He only heard a gurgling sound, like a series of bubbles rising from the bottom of the water.
The White Mist turned its head and translated for him. "It says it welcomes you. It says that you are an important guest from afar."
Brando hurriedly returned the greeting, and the White Mist conveyed his message. The Tyrmosian seemed to be very happy. It hurriedly turned its body, indicating that they should disembark first.
Brando jumped off the ship, followed by Andesha. Then Brando saw the Tyrmosian bow to Malourcha. The natives living in the shallow seas were all full of respect for the Crystal Stag, a sacred creature.
"Are the Tyrmosians all so hospitable?" Brando couldn't help but ask the White Mist, a little surprised.
"No, as I said, they are very reclusive." The White Mist shook its body, shaking off the water on its body. "But didn't I tell you that you are their important guest?"
"But I've never seen these Tyrmosians."
"They've never seen you either. But you're a Planeswalker. That's enough," the White Mist answered.
After Malourcha also disembarked from the ship, the short and fat Tyrmosian waved its fat hand. Brando then noticed that it only had four fingers, but it was as nimble as a human's. The ship of light instantly turned into specks of starlight and dissipated.
The Tyrmosian seemed to be born with the ability to control the light element. But what was surprising was that they were actually natives living in the water element plane.
It turned its head and said something to Brando.
"It asked you to come with it. There may be a wise one who wants to see you. But before that, you have to bathe and change," the White Mist answered immediately.
Brando nodded. This was a universal body language, so there was no need for the White Mist to translate.
Two people, a deer, and a fox walked along the bridge. The short and fat Tyrmosian walked in front with a lantern. The lantern's light shot far into the fog.
Brando continued with his previous question. "What's the relationship between the Tyrmosians and Planeswalkers?"
"The Tyrmosians and Planeswalkers have nothing to do with each other," the White Mist answered. "But do you know what kind of people are most popular in the remote countryside? It's the traveling merchants. In places where resources are scarce, merchants who can bring what the villagers need are often the most popular people."
"You're saying that Planeswalkers are like that?" Brando understood. Planeswalkers were powerful beings who could freely travel between worlds and planes. It was not surprising that they had all kinds of treasures from different worlds.
But he thought to himself that although he was a Planeswalker, he was at best a novice who had just started out. He did not have anything valuable on him. Or perhaps the Tyrmosians were also interested in the Cards of Fate? But that thing was also very important to him. Even if he really wanted to trade it, not many would be willing to do so.
Unexpectedly, the White Mist shook its head in disdain. "The Tyrmosians don't want those things that you mortals think are precious. They have very few opportunities to trade with Planeswalkers. Every time they do, they will cherish it. Besides, they may not have met a real Planeswalker for nearly a thousand years."
"Then what do they want?" Brando could not help but raise his voice. The Tyrmosian turned to look at him and nodded in a friendly manner.
"They want the creation of elements and laws. The light and water elements produced by your land cards, and the resources provided by the cards in your world are what they need the most."
"Can this be traded?" Brando's eyes widened. He was really a complete novice when it came to the inheritance and knowledge of Planeswalkers.
"Of course," the White Mist looked at him disapprovingly. "This is a world built by the mind. Didn't I say at the beginning?"
Brando was silent.
After the previous series of battles, there was not much light and water elements left in his elemental pool, and the creation of Eroma's cards had almost used up all his remaining resources. According to the White Mist, now he could only hope that the Tyrmosian ticket was not too expensive.
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