Du Qi had been following Yuan Ya all the time, he had already decided that this great god was the most talented person in runes among the players, and following in his footsteps, there might be some unexpected gains.

Genya was looking at a very abstract sculpture, with two small figures sitting back to back, stepping on a strange altar raised to the right, each holding a butterfly-shaped ritual vessel that seemed to be woven from withered grass, praying to the heavens.

"Brother Yuanya, is this ......" Du Qi immediately thought of something he had witnessed with his own eyes not long ago, "This is a divine whisper, right?" ”

"That's right, it's the Divine Language, and it's even more perfect than the Divine Whisper I've constructed. I can see that the person who created this sculpture understands this word far better than I do. This divine language starts with Rune Xi, with Rune Flame as the core, and two rune butterflies as the backdrop, describing that most of the gorgeous things cannot last, and can only bloom the splendor of life at the end of the day. Yuan Ya's voice was unusually low, and even Du Qi felt the sadness in his heart. That powerful divine word was so sad to describe.

"Rune-Xi: The cold moon appears, the heaven and the earth are gone, and the silver is the eye of the night beast. People are worshipped with silver and jade eyes. ”

"Rune-Flame: Great Flame, Jade and Stone, Gorgeous and Fearful. People worship with bonfires on high platforms. ”

"Originally, I always felt that the connection of the runes was a little unnatural, but after looking at this sculpture, it dawned on me." Yuan Ya couldn't help but raise her hand to experiment with her new ideas on the spot, "This divine word is not only to praise the glory, but also to hide in the depths, the fear of death. ”

He skillfully drew and assembled the runes, and a small elf shrouded in flames appeared. This time, even the delicate face of her face can be seen clearly, the beauty is intoxicating, but the melancholy hidden between the eyebrows makes people feel sad.

"Brother Yuanya, if we blow up here, the Roland people will have to find us desperately." Du Qi hurriedly reminded. He has seen the power of Xuan, and now that this completed version of the Divine Language, I am afraid that the power will go to the next level.

"Ahh Sorry......" Genya came back to her senses, smiled awkwardly, and waved her hand to disperse the elves floating in the air waiting for orders.

On the other side, Di Ye, who had two complicated expressions of reverence and nervousness in his eyes, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's a pity, Brother Yuanya, I only understand the three runes you mentioned, and I don't have a clue about what flame and Xi are." Du Qi shook his head regretfully.

"That's it! In fact...... The cult of fire can be traced back to almost all civilizations, and it can even be said that the use of fire is a crucial step towards civilization, and you can find the existence of the god of fire in almost any system of legends. The ancients said, 'Fire is said to be on the fire', according to my speculation, fire may be something closer to the essence, and the flame I have mastered is much more superficial......" Yuan Ya patiently explained his understanding of Rune Flame to Du Qi little by little. Later, even Qixin, Di Ye and others couldn't help but come over.

But in the end, Xiao Fu and Liji, the two people who already knew this rune, looked like they took it for granted, but those who didn't understand it still looked confused.

"Haha! Maybe it's because I've practiced the swordsmanship of the Frostblade School, so my compatibility with runes like ice has improved a lot. For the other runes, although I roughly understood what Brother Yuanya meant, there was still something missing after all! Others, like me, may not necessarily be suitable for studying runes directly, but rely on other things to rely on to learn. Duqi looked at the other teammates, and suddenly felt a sense of pride in being a top student in the class. As for the three Yuanya, they are the legendary self-taught gods.

"Compatibility?" Yuan Ya looked around, "It's true that everyone in the real world has unique talents, but it also takes some opportunities to find their own talents...... Also, you have an interesting idea about the classification of runes, and there may be some kind of connection between them, but we don't know about them yet! ”

"It's better to explain the runes we have mastered in general way, and then you can combine your own characteristics and the runes that are currently known to observe other sculptures, so that you may have something to gain!" Lixi suggested.

"That's a good idea, I'm for it!" Du Qi had already had such an idea, but it involved personal privacy, and it was not easy for him to say it.

Yuan Ya and Xiao Fu were also very generous, and agreed to Lixi's sudden proposal without the slightest hesitation.

So, the players sat on the floor and started the lesson seriously. Du Qi was the first to speak, and he only had two runes so far, so it didn't take much time, and he could listen to the explanations of the others after he finished the lecture earlier. In comparison, the other three have all studied the no-ah runes, among which Yuan Ya has mastered the most eight, Xiao Fu has six, and Li Xi has five. While there are some runes that are duplicated, they add up to a whopping thirteen runes as well.

The class lasted longer than expected, and with the fact that there were always players asking questions after each explanation, one team didn't end until midnight.

The enthusiastic players did not intend to rest, and even a few young Roland priests were particularly excited, and continued to look at the sculptures of different shapes.

Duqi had been sitting in front of a statue for a long time. He had noticed the sculpture many days earlier, and he had found the existence of rune crystals in it, but there was another part that he couldn't comprehend anyway. Until today, after hearing the runes explained by Xiao Fu, he had a vague understanding in his heart.

Dozi was caught in an indescribable illusion.

It was a vast forest, and in the midst of a white field, a beautiful woman like a fairy was standing in it. Her eyes were slightly closed, her long supple hair was scattered over her white plain clothes, and in her right hand she held a long sword made of ice.

She just stood there, unaffected by the bone-chilling air.

Heaven and earth seemed to be frozen, there was no wind, no sound, and even time seemed to stand still.

Duzi seemed to feel the colder and colder around him, and it seemed that even breathing became extremely difficult. Then, his vision blurred, as if shrouded in white mist. The white mist seemed to be made up of ice, and the pain of the cold was almost unbearable, but his eyes were still attracted by the beautiful figure.

At this time, Du Qi could no longer see the beautiful woman's face clearly, and only vaguely saw a black shadow gradually moving. It seemed to be a sword move, a sword move he was familiar with.

Unable to help but be, Du Qi began to dance with the long sword in his hand following the woman's movements. His body was almost numb from the cold, and he couldn't even grip the hilt of his sword. The sword had long since fallen to the ground, but he was still intoxicated by the beautiful figure. Then he understood something.

"Divine Language-White: Ice crystals drift like mist."