“Fairy Prince is very common?”
“Common?” White Mist looked at him silently: “It’s rare, the Fairy Royal Family rarely appears outside, let alone the subjects of Fusedes, you’ll get some attention later, this Tilmore It may be unusual for a person to camp.”
Brando silently nodded.
At this time, the Fairy had been separated in front of him and arranged in two rows. Brando stopped and saw that there was a huge tent in front.
However, this tent is not like the shoddy shed that he saw along the way. It is more like a palace, supported by the teeth of eight giant beast, up to two thirty meters, one row and two pairs. The ladder of the bright and clean animal teeth has been extended from the gate of the tent to his feet.
Brando raises head, not far from seeing the leader who met on the trestle before, of course, is based on the opponent’s face Tattoo to distinguish the other party.
After all, it seems to him that the Timothos are almost the same. Apart from the slight differences in height and the ability to see adult and young individuals, only Tattoo is different.
Brando couldn’t even tell the gender difference of the other side. He once wondered if the Timothons really had the gender Attributes, but White Mist told him that although the Timothy were Elemental creatures, they still had gender differences. They even need to form a house to reproduce the next generation.
While some people can’t distinguish the Timothy men and women from the details, there is an easy way, that is, the female Tilmos will not smear Tattoo on their faces.
And Tattoo is not a marker for distinguishing individual differences, but a symbol of status; according to White Mist, the concentric circle Tattoo on the face of the Timothy who led them, indicating that it is at least this clan One of Elder.
Brando knew that these Timothos had sent an Elder to lead themselves.
He pays tribute to the other person’s courtesy. Although it is not universal in many worlds and planes, the meanings expressed in the gestures and gestures are the same.
The Elder also saluted him and said a strange word.
“He said that the wise man has been waiting inside for a long time.” White Mist answered.
“Go in directly?” Brando looked at the curtain of the tent.
“Of course, the Tilmos are not that many red tapes.”
“This is not much?”
In this sentence, Brando certainly didn’t mean to say it in person. He only reached out and picked up the curtain, and then the whole person was completely stunned.
There are three people standing from left to right in a tent that is not spacious.
On the far left is a woman, tall, with a thin face, but with a graceful and luxurious temperament, with a silver crown on her head, a silk robe with elf’s unique temperament, a scepter, but the whole Man is not tangible, but a virtual image of Magic projection.
The woman Brando knew that it was the tree Elven Queen he had seen at Evergreen Aisle, the mother of the little elf.
By her side, she was a woman with a colder look. She had short hair, a simpler gray robes, no ornaments on her body, and even a robe’s belt was just a linen long rope. She is familiar with Dresso, and the bitter monk around Vaunde is such a ghost.
But she is more familiar with Brando than her outfit.
She is the only human sage above the land of the year after the millennium, the War of the Holy Saints.
As for the third person, a small Fairy with a crown, Brando is almost negligible. After all, compared to the previous two, this little Fairy, whom he has never seen before, can’t attract any attention.
The sage and Elven Queen haven’t talked yet. The first thing to do is the little Fairy.
And the object she spoke was not even Brando, she was fixed to look at Malocha around Brando, started talking: “Mr. Malocha?”
Brando is gone.
Malocha also stayed, and he asked awkwardly: “Rolo…?”
……
“No, you are not a lore.” Malocha raised his head, as if with a foggy eye, staring at Miss Fairy, who was floating in the air not far away.
The latter is too lazy to seem to sleep forever, his eyes are calm and waveless, and the inside seems to contain a deep lake, deep blue, with a bit of green, and the general Fairy are very different from the intense and curiosity. Always give people a feeling of calmness and indifference.
She listened to Malocha’s words and gracefully succumbed to it: “I am Tata Talams. Thumbs, the shelter of the Fairy of the Ice, Ronaldo is my younger sister, Mr. Malocha.”
When she spoke, the north wind was blowing on the top of the tent, and the snow fell from the gap and disappeared on the ground.
“You are the elder sister of Ronaldo!” Malocha was surprised: “Rolo she…”
“Fairy’s Life is short and long, and Luo’s Life has been continued in this world in another way. The new life is dead and the life cycle is endless. This is the meaning of the shallow sea.” Tata looks at the The mane wrapped around her, staring at the little head and curiously looking at one’s own Phyas. The pair of blue eyes on the other face was like a gem, so she and her younger sister watched her when she was a thousand years ago. The eyes are exactly the same, the latter is always so naive and full of curiosity about World.
She bowed slightly: “But I still want to thank you for taking care of her. I can feel her attachment to you, Mr. Malocha.”
Malocha lowered his head and stroked the ice with his hoof. It seems a little excited.
Brando took some effort to figure out the cause and effect between Mias and Malocha, and couldn’t help but recall the sacred woodland in the darkness, where the silence was like winter, and the branches of snow and ice spread silently. There is no life. But there is a noble life that has to guard against it.
Just because there is a memory of it about a small Fairy named Luo.
It is quiet under the snow, although the time passes by, but the memory of the past is often clearer.
There seems to be a low voice in the wind, and the little Fairy are singing in a low voice:
“You don’t have to feel sad and sad for the dead, because Life’s total cycle is endless.”
“You don’t have to cry and sorrow for the dead, because there will always be new sprouts on the decaying soil.”
“After the end of everything, it is a new life of World.”
“Traveler. Please move on, the whispers in the wind are with you and me…”
Brando silently looked towards Miss Fairy, who believes that this seemingly unique Miss Fairy has brought them here not to confirm the news of her younger sister. World Circle’s Elven Queen and Sage Aerlanta’s projection appear here. It is a lot of problems.
This is like an unexpected meeting. The key to the problem is why you become the protagonist of this meeting.
And Fairy’s Life is short (except Tania’s light Fairy with element Rank), but from the description of Miss Fairy, she should have lived for thousands of years, even as lifespan’s longest light Fairy, which is too far off the mark. . Not to mention that she is not yet.
This made Brando think of Alerta. As a mortal, the sage adult apparently lived too long.
I am afraid she is a Sage.
Brando looked over White Mist on his shoulder and saw that the latter was also slightly frowns.
He looked forward to Miss Fairy, and Tata’s expression was still indifferent, as if he didn’t speak, she would not take the initiative. Brando had to whisper: “Miss Tillias, are you wanting to be called? Are you the wise man of Yongdonggang?”
Tata gently opened his mouth, his voice was empty and calm, as if he could heal the anxiety and uneasiness in the spirit of the people: “I am the refuge of Querlins. I came here thousands of years ago with the appointment of Lord Odin, after the departure of the Manlin Master. I am the only wise man here.”
“Quillings is in the south of the shallow sea, where is the hometown of Fairy, Mr. Brando.” She added.