Wadsy decided to find a way to see the king. www.biquge.info Of course, the prestige of the king at this time was extremely important, and he held an alliance to unify the human race with the momentum of defeating the dragon clan, as if he wanted to be a real king. And the people here believed in him and supported him. Worship the strong, especially in the current sinister world surrounded by strong enemies, all people undoubtedly worship the strong quite a lot, as long as they can bring them a sense of security will be embraced.

Therefore, the king was surrounded by these hundreds of tribes and guarded in the central position, and around him were powerful tribes that directly obeyed the king's orders and powerful legions that directly belonged to the king. It is impossible for ordinary people to get close to the core area, even if Woz is a "divine messenger".

As an army that has fought hundreds of dragons - the key is to win! Wads didn't dare to underestimate their strength at all, and he didn't want to feel for himself what they were capable of defeating the dragons.

Woz was going to walk around the outer areas of the area here first to gather information, and he never fought unprepared battles.

Moreover, there are so many tribes gathered here, there must be many ritual songs similar to the Jongin tribe, and Woz can collect enough samples to crack the mystery of the "holy song" ritual just around the corner.

Of course, considering that these are the hole cards that every tribe relies on to survive, it may not be so easy to get it, and Wads is also ready for long-term work, and his "divine messenger" gimmick can continue to play some role if necessary.

Anyway, the most important thing that Woz lacks now is actually time.

But to Woz's surprise, the collection of samples went exceptionally well. Since none of the tribes meant to treat the Sacred Song Ritual as a confidential piece of information, it is no exaggeration to say that one of these tribes counts as one, and anyone who can speak can read a passage to you. When you open your mouth, you don't even stumble, and it's like a song that people sing every day.

It is no wonder, after all, this sacred song ceremony often requires thousands of people or even all members to chant together to be effective, and it is normal for everyone to be proficient in reciting it.

But the problem also arises, because everyone can say the last paragraph, so Wolds receives too many samples! Because these "sacred songs" have no corresponding written records at all, they all rely on the oral transmission of their ancestors, and each person has personally reprocessed the "sacred songs" according to their different understanding or memory errors, different intonations, and even differences in pronunciation habits. Even the priests of the tribe who are in charge of various mystical rituals dare not say that their version is necessarily more accurate than the others, and in fact, they do not have a uniform standard.

There are often dozens of versions of the "sacred songs" mastered by the same tribe. After a few days of traveling, Wolds was completely lost in the sea of these extremely similar but slightly different materials. He only felt that after such a willful adaptation, it was a miracle that the "Holy Song" ceremony could still be launched normally!

"It seems that this is a magic with a high tolerance for error, or that this long and boring tune is just a façade of it, and the core of the magic is not here at all!" Waz muttered as he looked at the papers scattered across the table in front of him - in order to deal with such a large amount of information, Woz had to "invent" papermaking first.

Perhaps it was enough for the tribes that the ritual of the sacred song that had been handed down in this way would be enough to protect them from foreign enemies, and no one cared how many versions of it had been reproduced. Faced with a powerful threat from dragons, humans in this era are extreme realists, and no one bothered to study what they can't survive.

But Woz can't, he wants to crack the principle of this magic and then use it, of course, he can't just take it all like the people in the tribe, and his identity as a word wizard does not allow him to use a magic that he does not understand the principle.

Woz misses his magic book and auto-scribe immensely at the moment, and with their help, the process of cracking it would be much easier!

But...... Woz is worried, his spellbook is broken in half at the last minute by Akunororia's attack, and Woz doesn't know if the "endless pages" effect of the spellbook will bring it back. But even if he could recover, Wox wouldn't be able to use it, after all, the magic book was still five hundred years away!

As for now, Wox can only honestly do it himself.

It took Woz two full months to process the collected materials and put together a "standard" version of the song. Then, on the basis of this standard version, the decipherment of the mystical language begins.

Due to the large sample size, the interpretation went smoothly except for a bit of effort. Through investigation and comparison, Woz sorted out more than 130 syllables of the basic elements, and all the sacred songs are composed of these 130 syllables. At this point, the interpretation is done, because it is impossible to further understand what each syllable means. Judging from the effect of the ritual initiation, the magic itself is very abstract and ethereal, like the shape of Wox's ice, which directly affects the concept, but has no concrete effect.

Know that abstract nouns and concepts are the most difficult to translate across different languages!

Based on his visits to almost all the tribes in the Plains Basin, and his own speculations, Woxz finally came to the conclusion that the ritual of the Sacred Song itself was not really of much significance!

The sacred songs mastered by each tribe seemed to be passages separated from the same whole, and Wox had not yet found two parts that were identical. Thus it is evident how long the complete version of the Sacred Song is, a terrifying passage that one cannot recite in its entirety in his lifetime - a magic spell that is so long that it can be declared worthless. Woz simply dismissed the idea of getting the full version of the song.

The reality is so absurd, Woz believes that the complete song has omnipotent power, even comparable to that of the gods! and its incantation is there, never tried to hide, and anyone can learn it. But no one can recite all the mantras in their entirety.

The human tribe uses multiple people to chant a certain passage at the same time to obtain a small part of the power of the sacred song, which is a strategy of overcoming quantity with quantity. The method is simple and crude, but it works.

"It seems that this is the only way I can go. Waz sighed helplessly, his "Song of a Thousand People" could imitate this technique of multiple people chanting at the same time, and it was not difficult to learn this magic.

But Woz could only feel like a chicken, which was too far from his intended goal! Originally, he had planned to solve the mysteries of the Holy Comedy, and once he had mastered it, he could extract some magic from it that could fight against Gerf and Akunororia. Woltz was confident that he could do that—if he could decipher the meaning of the song.

It is impossible to decipher the meaning of the word of God from this. A stranger's voice came from behind him.

Woz jerked back and saw a man in a teal robe who had arrived near him at some point, looking like he had been observing for a long time.

Wads, the Divine Whisper, noticed his title, this was the original name of the Sacred Song, right?

"That's right, God's Word. The young man nodded, "What people sing is the language of God! Strictly speaking, it should be a deliberately 'diluted' version that is intended to be usable by humans. For the language of the gods is immensely powerful, but it is also beyond the comprehension of human beings and the way most people pronounce them - it is difficult to speak the language of the gods directly in the human voice. Moreover, the divine words are the power of the gods, and if they are recited rashly, the divine words will drain the power of the magician. So almost no one can survive it. ”

"You know so much. Wads looked at the man who suddenly appeared curiously, "This explains why there is no corresponding text handed down." I guess God's words can't be written on paper, they are probably not two-dimensional flat forms, but at least three-dimensional three-dimensional words. We mortal ways of looking can't even read them in their entirety!"

"It seems that you have also admitted that you are 'mortal'. The strange man chuckled softly, "I thought you'd stick to that 'oracle' identity." ”

"I'm sorry, but I never admitted that identity. Waz shrugged and looked at the man, "I was thinking about how to meet you, but I didn't expect you to run out on your own...... It's been a long time, king!"

The king smiled generously, "Then what should I call you? stranger, you are not from these tribes, do you?"

Waz thought for a moment and said, "Just call me the recorder." I'm afraid I'll be the chronicler of history!"

Woz stared at the man in front of him, the king of the common human race, the tyrant who ruled the race, and the black dragon king Akunorolia who finally destroyed everything!

Right now...... I'm really witnessing history!