"Please don't use your shallow knowledge to speculate on a holy astrologer, that's blasphemy."

Dwarin crossed his arms, leaning forward, his feet one behind the other, his left foot touching the ground with the tip of his left foot, his head slightly raised, and his whole body language revealed a strong sense of questioning, as if to say "you, keep pulling", "lie silly boy", "what the hell", "the old man", etc.

"Yes, yes, I am only shallow in the next generation, may I ask if that divination represents the meaning of divination?"

"Hmph, of course."

"Then please calculate, what am I going to eat for breakfast tomorrow?"

"Two pieces of couscous bread, a large glass of chilled milk, a cheese and slices of bacon."

"Forehead ......"

"This kind of trivial matter doesn't need divination at all, you must have been following me for a while, so you can eat whatever I eat."

Dwalin suddenly straightened up.

"Okay, enough trouble, let's take care of some real business, after all, my time is also precious, not for idleness."

"Whoever messes with you, I'm an astrological ......"

"Yes," said Dwalin, interrupting Gimli in a very perfunctory manner, and in a coaxing tone for the bear child, "you are amazing, you are great, so let's get down to business." ”

"Okay." Gimli nodded.

"So it's good to just admit it......" Devalin thought to himself, and he suddenly felt a little headache.

Gimli raised his arms, and the roof lit up with stars, and then, as if drawn by his hands, they descended to their side. Seeing this, Dwalin was in a dream, as if he was standing in the sky, and the starlight was within reach. The faint blue colors began to circulate, slowly merging into pictures, at first just jumble lines, and soon Dwalin recognized some of them, ancient elven languages, like those on stone tablets. When all the glow stabilized, Gimli stopped.

"Where did all this come from, I've been searching for this thing for fifteen years, and the text I've gotten is nowhere near a tenth of these." This kind of writing has been lost, and it is a powerful branch of the elven race in ancient times, and then for some reason, that group disappeared almost at the same time, causing a cultural disconnection, and the writing naturally disappeared with it. Countless years have passed, and only a glimpse of the scene at that time is through some scattered utensils. What is certain is that it was an incredibly powerful people, even stronger than any race today. Don't look at it as just some words, but the value of this thing can't be measured at all, if he can get these words in front of him, he can quickly assemble a strong team, and in a certain period of time, he can even restore this ancient text. This is a treasure that can make a transcendent elf go crazy. If nothing else, just those ancient forbidden magic spells that only appear in legends have infinite value, and you must know that the magic sung in Universal Elven and Ancient Elven languages has a world of difference.

Gimli restrained his hippie smile and looked much taller.

"Remember, this is the deepest secret of my clan, a legacy from the ancestors of the Titans, and I am not asking you to keep it a secret as a subject of Ironforge, but for the dwarven blood that flows in your body."

Without giving Devalin more time to react, he continued, "These words come from the kind of slabs you see today, and all of them were excavated deep in the veins beneath the Ironforge Castle, the first of which appeared during the reign of the last king. It is recorded that the first slate did not attract any attention, and at most it was quickly forgotten as a talking point. Over the centuries, there have been more and more of these stones, and they have finally attracted our attention. However, at that time, the relationship between the Terrans, the elves, and us dwarves was very precarious, and wars were common, and there was no time to take care of them, let alone that this kind of writing belonged to the elves. It wasn't until the elves retreated into the clan forests that we gave up half of the land and shrunk completely into the Titan Mountains that we began to decipher the script. ”

"For a long time after the war ended, we had little contact with the foreigners, and the work of cracking it was very difficult. There are very few magicians in our clan, and the abilities related to language and perception are even rarer. It took you more than a dozen years to get to the point, and it took us hundreds of years. ”

"With all due respect, it's just some stone slabs in the depths of the mountains, although they are a little strange, but they are not worth the effort and price you have to expend, hundreds of years, right? Doing something is no better than guessing a puzzle. "Dwalin has traveled all over the continent, and there are many strange things, and this one in the royal city is definitely not on the list.

Gimli didn't argue either, his hands directed the starlight again, gathered into his hands, formed a book, and handed it over.

Dwalin no longer explored what magic it was, it was beyond his comprehension anyway, and he took the book and flipped through it. The book looks thick, but it's actually only sixteen pages in the middle. The book was already a translated text, so there was no reading disability for him, but it was only sixteen pages, and his complexion was a few changes. When he finished flipping through it, he didn't end there, but began to browse it a second time, this time slowing down a lot, and it took him three times as long. When he finally closed the book, it was reduced to starlight and flew back to the rooftop, and the room was empty again.

"It can't be." Devalin pondered for a moment and spoke, "Take ten thousand steps back, even if I believe the words on the slate, then this should belong to our ancestors. Gimli, I would like to ask you to explain why our ancestors, the earth spirits, recorded these words in the language of the elves. ”

"Yes, that's the most contradictory part." Gimli seemed confident, and perhaps guessed that the other party would ask this question, "but not inexplicable." Perhaps, in that era, this script was actually a universal language, and then after the turmoil, our ancestors disappeared, and the other races almost perished, only the elves took the road to prosperity during this period, so it is easy to understand that they preserved this script. Nowadays, it has become an elven language, after all, there is no such inheritance in other races. Or, earth spirits, elves, terrans, and even druids, water spirits, and treants, all of which have all originated in the same place. ”

"Ethnic origins? Oh my god, do you mean that we dwarves and elves come from the same origin? Hehe, do you believe it yourself? ”

"I believe it."

Dwalin: ......