The night is getting darker. Burris and Lott finally walked to the beach, only to find that it was a rugged reef beach, and they couldn't moor at all.

Burris has a spell that can cross the water, but he dare not use it easily at sea. The ocean is too vast, and the spell time may not last that long.

He was tired and hungry and didn't know what to do next. He is the kind of research-type mage, who doesn't like outdoor exploration at all. When he was young, the Frost Plains barbarians taught him a little field knowledge. After so many years, he had forgotten about it... even if he still remembers it, it’s useless, Northern Forest. And the island jungle are completely two worlds.

At this time, Lot found movement in the jungle behind him. He reminded Burris in a whisper, and suddenly changed his appearance back to its original form-with curved black horns, skull covered with scales, and his eyes burning with ghostly flames.

"What are you doing?" Burris asked in a low voice.

"Use to scare people." Lott answered bluntly.

The jungle was rustling, and a pair of yellow-green beast eyes appeared in the darkness. This pair of eyes is definitely not a beast, its position is too high, higher than the general height of humans.

The creature stared at the two people on the reef beach for a while, and suddenly made a sharp call. Soon, dozens of such eyes appeared in the jungle, and Burris clearly heard their heavy breathing.

However, Burris was not nervous, but was a little surprised: "There is a Grey Mountain Spirit!"

"Grey Mountain Spirit?" Lott wanted to maintain the horror of his appearance, so he could only whisper, "Isn't it an ogre?"

"It's an ogre, and it's also a gray mountain spirit." Burris said, lighting up a small ball of light, letting it fly to a high place, letting off the cone-shaped cold light, "The ogre is a scornful name. Have you always Call them ogres?"

A Grey Mountain Spirit, or ogre, came out of the jungle. She has gray skin, long hair that is slightly lighter than her complexion, and a broad and sturdy body that is basically naked. She is only covered by animal skins and coarse cloth. A chain of shells and nuts hangs around her thick neck. Her arms fell to her knees, and she carried a cane with a coconut shell in her hand.

The facial features of the Grey Mountain Spirit are a bit like orcs, but the differences are more obvious: their eyes are larger, they have no fangs, and the shape of their nose is closer to that of a human. The female Grey Mountain Spirit with the cane stick painted her nose white, which shows that she is the mistress of this ethnic group.

It is not difficult to communicate with Huishanjing. They all speak lingua franca, but their accents and vocabulary habits are different from those of humans. When Burris was about to say hello, the female Grey Mountain Spirit spoke first: "The good wind is up! My lord undead demon dragon!"

what? Burris looked at Lott beside him in disbelief.

Lott grabbed the skull which currently had no hair, and the flames in his eyes trembled. Burris read a little embarrassment from this expressionless face. It turns out he would be embarrassed too.

With the shout of the matriarch, a large group of Ash Mountain spirits emerged from the forest. They screamed in surprise first, then bent their knees and bowed their heads in a half-squatting posture-this is the etiquette of Huishan Jing when meeting high-ranking people.

"I haven't seen her..." Lott said to himself. The average lifespan of the Grey Mountain Spirit is only 30 to 40 years, and the longest lifespan is less than 50 years old. The last time Lott "released" was more than 60 years ago, and that time he was in the north.

Of course, he had been to the island earlier. For example, more than one hundred and sixty years ago...but that was too long...

The faint fire in Lott's eyes suddenly went out and instantly changed back to a human appearance.

"Hello," he took a step forward and looked down at his clothes, "I am not an undead demon dragon, I am a... mage. I am practicing magic, and what you see is an illusion."

The Grey Mountain spirits looked at each other, their eyes filled with disappointment. The matriarch sighed: "Human."

"Yes, I am a human. May I ask where is this place? Isn't it Quintilia?"

"Quentilia, here." Grey Mountain Spirit said, "Where is your mage, Pilot Island? Sea Abyss Tower? Where did you come from here?"

Hearing Quintilia, Burris held his forehead again. The three young mages had teleported him to such a far place by mistake...

Quintilia is located on the sea south of the land and consists of thousands of islands of various sizes. The port closest to the land faces the Black Cliff Fort at the southernmost tip of Sargo. The "Navigation Island" referred to by the Grey Mountain Spirit refers to the small island facing the ocean at the southeast end, on which there are several human barbarian tribes; and the "Sea Abyss Tower" is the only mage tower in this archipelago country, located in the sea elves country Su Island.

Burris has never been to the island, but he has met the gray mountain spirits in the south of the land. He knows the knack of talking with them: the language should be concise and exaggerated, so that they can understand it. Island Grey Mountain Spirit and Southern Grey Mountain Spirit should be similar.

So he gave a salute to the matriarch: "I'm Sargo, my mage, the magic exploded, my friend and I bombed here and got lost, my good mother-in-law save us."

Lott looked at the wizard beside him in shock, he had never heard Burris talk like this.

"Horrible..." The matriarch nodded, her eyes full of smiles. Burris’s words make her happy. Grey Mountain women like to be called "good mother-in-law" most. They will be very happy when they hear this name. The level of happiness is similar to that of human women hearing "honorable lady" and "charming" Miss" "My little princess"...

The good mother-in-law patriarch has kindness in her eyes: "Save you, okay, okay. You don't have a boat? Well, we have a boat. Let's go to the pilot island?"

"Don't go to the pilot island, go to Suxi Island, go to the wizard," Burris replied, "Thank you good wind, thank you good mother-in-law."

The Grey Mountain Spirit’s ship is very simple and can only sail short distances and cannot directly send them back to land, so Burris hopes they can send him to Suhi Island. He plans to seek help from the wizard of the Abyss Tower, or hire a clipper from the elven sailors.

The matriarch agreed. Due to the danger of going to sea at night, Burris and Lot only get the Grey Mountain Spirit Tribe to make do with one night. The harbour is at the other end of the island, and the settlement of the Grey Mountain Spirit is hidden deep in the jungle.

The good mother-in-law patriarch called some young Grey Mountain Spirits to come forward, and whispered to discuss the plan to send two humans out to sea tomorrow. After speaking, the Grey Mountain Spirits were divided into two teams. Please "two wizards" walk in the middle , This is their **** formation for distinguished guests.

Along the way, the good mother-in-law and Burris chatted enthusiastically, from the terrible magic explosion to the undead demon dragon. Only then did Burris understand that there is a legend passed down from generations to generations by the Island Grey Mountain Spirit, telling the story of their ancestors fighting the orcs. An important character in the story is the "undead demon dragon". The ancestors left carved paintings on the stone slabs, and the image on the painting is the original appearance of the bone maharaja.

The story of Grey Mountain Spirit is very simple and simple. For example, the ancestors defeated the sea monsters with the help of the undead demon dragon, the ancestors saw the undead demon dragon commanding the swordfish army when sailing, and the ancestors witnessed the undead demon dragon fighting the vortex in the storm...

After arriving at Ju, Burris and Lot were placed in the largest shack. This is the matriarch's own shack. She will give it to the guests tonight and go to sleep with her children. The Master of Grey Mountain has always entertained important guests in this way.

The shack is framed by wood, the bottom is higher than the ground, and the interior is covered with layers of moxa and golden finger petals. There are only one or two small clay pots in the room. Grey Mountain Spirits are different from races like orcs. Although their dwellings are primitive but not dirty, they also know how to use off-ground structures and plants with special smells to avoid insects and snakes.

Even so, this is the simplest place Burris has ever lived. After the Grey Mountain spirits left, his full spring breeze immediately turned into a frown.

Lott picked up a golden finger petal and sniffed it, wrinkled his nose and threw it aside. The deworming effect of this thing must be very good, and people can't stand it if their noses are too close.

"My lord, is that all true?" Burris looked at him.

"What is true?"

"It's just... command the swordfish, flutter in the storm or something." For Burris, these stories are the only fun tonight.

Lott shook his head: "I have indeed been to the island before, and I have also seen Grey Mountain Spirit... At that time everyone called them ogres. But I have never fought sea monsters or commanded swordfish? Their ancestors You may have seen me act as I was, and then imagined me to do all kinds of things that fit their aesthetics..."

Burris smiled tiredly: "Grey Mountain Spirit is like this. They like to make up stories, and they believe all the stories of their ancestors are true."

"By the way, you always call them Grey Mountain Spirits." The shack is not big, and Lot can just squeeze beside Burris this time. "I have the impression that they are called'ogres', you say'ogres 'Is it a contempt?"

"Yes," Burris said, "not only Quintilia, there are traces of Grey Mountain Spirits everywhere in the world. The term'ogre' is completely misunderstood. In fact, they don't eat people. Long ago, they and West The desolate people have been expelled and slaughtered by the orc settlements. When fleeing the famine, some grey mountain spirits seemed to have eaten the corpses of the Western Desolate refugees... Since then, the human society has generally begun to call them'ogres'. A hundred years ago, some organizations defending the interests of rare races suggested that this name was inappropriate. After all these efforts, we have now changed to the name "Grey Mountain Spirit". This is the name that the elves came up with."

"What the elves thought? How do the Grey Mountain Spirits call themselves?"

"They haven't given a name to their race. They don't give a name." Burris looked out from the cracks in the wood. Not far away was the shack of the matriarch and her daughter. "My lord, you should have noticed too. I never asked her name, and she didn't care what my name was."

Lott realized the novelty: "No names at all? How do they call each other?"

"They have titles such as'mother','child','sister', and'brother'. Apart from these, they use pronunciation, eyes, and gestures to communicate. They don't like to give names to objects and places. The place names mentioned by the matriarch were all called like this by outsiders, and they called them together."

At this time, a young Grey Mountain Spirit came to the shack and respectfully handed a small package wrapped in banana leaves. Inside were two coconuts with holes and hollow stalks inserted in them, and a bunch of coconuts. Earth-colored objects.

The coconut is good. As for that tuft seems to be an earthy object of food... Neither Lot nor Burris dared to eat it. They sat side by side in the dim and damp shack, chatting about all kinds of fun things about the Grey Mountain Spirit, and also about the other races of Quintilia.

"Tomorrow are we going to the Tower of the Sea Abyss?" Lot asked inhaling a coconut, "Why don't we directly ask the coastal defense forces on Suxi Island? I don't recommend going to the Tower of Sea Abyss... I heard there are A wizard mage?"

Burris yawned: "Well, there is an elf mage living there. We all call him Master Morvia. Even if we want to find a coastal defense army, we must first obtain his consent... No matter what we do, we must ask elf for help. Pass him."

Lot hesitated for a while: "Maybe we can go directly to the Naval Defense Forces? Or to find a common sailor to rent a boat? Let other elves apply for permission from the master, maybe we don't need to visit him... save time."

"It depends..." Burris' upper and lower eyelids began to fight, "It's okay, not all elf wizards are like black pine..."

After speaking, he curled up to a corner of the shack, and closed his eyes against the soft grass mat. Because of fatigue and sleepiness, he didn't even notice Lot's weird attitude towards the Tower of Sea Abyss.

The little ball of light floating in the air dimmed, leaving only a glimmer of light. Lott held the ball of light to his hand and played casually.

"Master Morvia" on the Tower of the Abyss?

It's not surprising to think about it. For more than one hundred and sixty years, that silly young elf has also been called the "master".

Lot also closed his eyes, and a distant sea storm appeared before him.