This was the Shallow Gray Bay. A fleet of ships was anchored quietly in the mist. The slender silhouette of the dragon-headed warship could be vaguely seen behind the mist, undulating in the waves. The waterlogged timbers were covered with crisscrossing scars, and some of them still had sharp teeth that could not be removed in time.
The ship song of the Tirmosi came faintly from the mist. It was a song that came from the soul, echoing an ancient tune. It was as if another legendary sea race had come from the sea through time.
In the waist-deep seawater, they dragged their heavy prey onto the beach with ropes made from the skin of sharp seals. The largest of them was a squid that was almost as big as a boat and several stories tall.
It lay weakly on the beach, its dozens of tentacles full of sharp teeth no longer so threatening due to dehydration. Its soft skin had also dried up, and the huge eyeballs in its eye sockets protruded, making it look like the carcass of a sea monster that had died on the beach for several days.
But this was an aether predator, the descendant of Tunglamo. It was not the largest prey that the hunters of the Mist had ever caught, but it was definitely the most valuable prey.
It provided as much as 133 times, or 134 times the experience, for a total of 27.4 million experience points.
Brando looked up at the huge creature. It and the surrounding Tirmosi formed a very unreal picture, a picture that was both magical and primitive. It was as if he saw the mythical sea people hunting on the ice sea.
Those brave and cold Viking pirates who sang the ship song, carried magic spells, and ran in the forest to hunt.
This was a race that was sometimes barbaric and sometimes elegant. He could still clearly remember when the lightning beam from the dragon-headed warship hit the monster's skull and opened a crack there. A strong magic storm erupted in the void where the vortex was, causing the strength of the entire fleet to increase by more than ten percent.
Furthermore, the experience it had gained had directly pushed it to the Extreme Realm, and this did not include the experience it had automatically absorbed from the void.
He gently stretched out his hand, and the Ivory Plains appeared in his field of vision. Countless laws intertwined in front of his eyes. Although they were silent, they desperately wanted to express their meaning.
And the process of mortals understanding them was the process of them experiencing the plains.
The gods had attributed the truth to this place. A mortal picking up knowledge from the plains was like picking up shells from the vast sea. What he could obtain in the end depended on what he wanted to obtain.
These truths and laws were what he knew — his ideal kingdom, which was stable and inviolable. Only those who could truly gain something from it could be called a Sage.
This was a genuine Limiteer. It was completely different from the feeling he had obtained with the help of the Flaming Blade. In other words, when he held Holy Sword Oderfeiss again, he had already faintly touched the threshold of the peak supreme class.
This was also because his understanding of the laws could not keep up with the growth of his strength, because from the experience that Brando had gained, it was more than enough to enter the realm of the Sage.
But once one entered the realm of Elemental Mastery, the law would always be the first rein that bound power. If a mortal crossed the line, they would sink into the magic power and become a monster that could not control themselves.
It was similar to the tragedy of the Bronze Tribe.
However, Brando would not be able to repeat this tragedy, because when he leveled up the Templar Knight and the Frostborn Guard to level 50, the EXP points had completely turned gray. Even the Elementalist and the Scholar could not be leveled up anymore. Obviously, the system strictly guarded this point, afraid that he would cross the line.
Bran wasn't too surprised about that, because the experience was the same as in the game. At this point, the natives had to understand the 'Laws'. Players could not understand the law, so they had to do the promotion quest — the Sage's Proof quest.
This quest required them to collect the Philosopher's Stone. It was not a quest that could be completed overnight. The former was also illusory, and no one knew how long it would take.
The last mortal with a similar experience was born more than 1,200 years ago. Currently, there was only one Sage left in Wohnde.
The Misty Elder looked at its prey with some pride.
Brendel was right. This was probably the most valuable prey that it had ever hunted in its entire life, and it was even capable of hunting. It was strong, perfect, and a beautiful prey. Its Law of Engulfment was also very powerful. But these were not the key points. This prey contained an incredible amount of magic power. It was thousands or even tens of thousands of times richer than the magic power in the bodies of the magic creatures they had captured in the shallow sea.
This was simply a miracle.
In return, Brando gave the Misty Elder the right to dispose of this prey. The Misty Elder had decided that when they returned, it would always be placed in the most conspicuous place of the fleet. It would be best if it could be made into a statue on the bow of the ship. This would be one of the most glorious deeds of the Misty Elder.
The Icesea Clan were mainly craftsmen, and they would get the most valuable parts of the corpse. Everyone was happy, and the journey was not only filled with sadness and tears.
In fact, although the Tyrmosian fleet had lost nearly half of its fleet, and the Longtooth Clan had been completely wiped out, because of Brando's final decision, their strength was not reduced by much. All the clans had gained a lot from this journey.
Adventurers in the shallow sea did not care about life and death. The meaning of their lives had been shown in the process of sailing in the wind and waves. When the Tyrmosian people played a melodious tune with their bone flutes to bury the souls in the sea, no one was very sad. At most, they were a little serious.
This attitude of the Eternal People was something that Brando and the Misty Elder could not understand.
"Mr. Brando, we can only send you here. This is the edge of the Mountain of Ceasing Storms, but there is no concept of space here, so you may only be one step away from the Dragon Queen and the Scepter of Flames."
Tata said respectfully to Brando, while the Tyrmosian people stood behind her. Unlike Brando, they were about to embark on their journey back. Brando knew that they would pass through the Grey Section on their way back. Unlike when they came, it would be a dangerous journey.
"What I want to say is that you will always be the most distinguished guest of the Port of Everwinter. One day, you may even become its master. I believe that you will be recognized by Cinna and become the true king of the shallow sea. "
"The Icesea Clan also welcomes you, Sir Planeswalker," the Wise Elder of the Icesea said.
"Same for the Misty Elder." The Misty Elder followed closely behind.
Brando nodded to them. No matter what, this experience was worth remembering. Just like how he would always remember that a Tyrmosian clan had sacrificed everything for him. Their bones might be buried in the turbulence of space and time, but their names might disappear in the shallow seas. But in his heart, he would always remember them.
"Please take care of yourselves, everyone."
The Tyrmosian people's mental network was filled with blessings, especially from the Icesea Clan that Brando had once saved. Many people knew what kind of journey this young man was about to embark on. When he turned around, it could be the beginning of a new legend, or it could be the end of the world.
But no matter what, it meant that it would be difficult for them to see each other again in the future.
For many of the people present, this farewell might be an eternal farewell.
Brando saw Elder Keb waving his short, chubby hand at him in the crowd with human etiquette. He smiled and waved back at the somewhat cute Tyrmosian people.
"See you again if we have the chance."
He took one last look at the short, chubby people of the sea, and at the fleet that was faintly discernible in the sea fog. He took Malourcha and the little fairy Fiyas and turned to leave the beach.
Andesha and Lute followed behind him. The latter was far away from the white fog, and the patriarch of the Tree Herders walked uncomfortably between the two of them. At the same time, he had to endure the angry glares of both sides.
Tata looked at this group of people, as well as the back of the tallest person in the group, as if she was looking at a hero. "But Mister Brando is actually more suited to be a scholar. Unfortunately, this is not a choice for us." The fairy looked at Brando and Malourcha's backs as they walked further and further away in the thin fog. She couldn't help but think so.
With that, she turned around and said to Elder Keb not far away, "If we don't come back in this battle, you will be the next wise man of the Port of Everwinter."
Elder Keb looked at the fairy and nodded solemnly.
This was the Shallow Gray Bay.
The wilderness gave birth to a strange landscape of jagged rocks. Stone pillars that looked like blades surrounded the bay. The sea breeze would occasionally pass through the cliffs and blow away the fog, leaving traces on the pale beach.
Brando grabbed a handful of gravel and let it fall through the gaps between his fingers. The sand gave off an unnatural glass-like color.
Beside him stood Malourcha, while Fiyas and White Mist were on Mr. Stag's back. The former was chattering away, while the latter was actually being nice to her, explaining things to her from time to time.
Lute sat on Brando's shoulder. The Fairy Prince did not smile at White Fog, Fiyas, or Andesha. Only Malourcha could make him speak. He had a serious little face, as if he did not care about anyone, but he only listened to Brando.
Brando was now at the highest point of the bay. When he looked back, the bay where the ship was was was only a small dot in the fog. He did not know if the fairy and the Tyrmosi had already weighed anchor and returned, but he could not help but feel a little empty in his heart.
Although he had not spent much time with these people, he had experienced more than a normal person would in a lifetime.
Then, he heard the sound of a horn piercing through the fog.
There were three horns in total, and they traveled from far to here, as if paying respect to him.
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