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“Do you pay attention to his scabbard, is it similar to the scabbard of the Blade of Flame? You know that Ordefeiss is the Fire Element’s Holy Sword. The scabbard shows that he has a part of Ordefeiss Laws. This little guy may be Fossett. Scott’s dear bloodline, he is a Fairy Prince.” White Mist whispered.

“Fairy Prince?” Brando stunned. His understanding of Fairy was limited to their nature. In fact, few people have a deep understanding of the organization of these Elemental creatures, just like even a few players in the past game. Learn about the Timothy.

“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.”