The language of Homer's epic poems has a clean, pure texture. The heroes he describes are melancholy, high-spirited, slow, sensitive, reckless, and wise, but all of them have a strong breath of life.

The heroes are full of enthusiasm and yearning for life, even in the storm and adversity of life, they still face it freely and heroically. For example, the heroic Achilles knew that he was going to die on the battlefield before he entered the war, and knew that his death would glorify another warrior, but he still went to the battlefield after his friend was killed to meet his fate.

Another example is the wise Odysseus, he is destined to return to his hometown, but this does not mean that his return to his hometown will be smooth sailing, he is destined to have a bad fate, many hardships, any slack and carelessness will lead to the failure of returning home, he needs to fight against fate, wrestle with himself, go through hardships, and return to his hometown after ten years.

Even so, the heroes are still calm, passionate, generous, and upward, even on the battlefield where they will die in the next moment, even on the beach for the rest of their lives, they can happily roast the fork meat, eat and drink, enjoy every bit of happiness in life, and obtain simplicity and truth.

Homer's epic poems are men's epics, neither tactful nor delicate, only a generous, heroic, and uplifting heroic spirit, like an invisible hurricane, shaking the hearts of all listeners.

Gradually, Carl became so immersed that he forgot all the techniques of recitation. Only full of emotions are deeply invested in the scenes depicted in the epic, with boiling blood, with passionate emotions, with surging impulses to embrace the battlefield and embrace the heroes.

“...... Like a huge wave hitting a roaring beach,

The west wind swept up the peaks, wave after wave rushed,

First the head of the water is raised on the surface of the sea, and then it rushes and rushes,

Phida beach, the water waves arched, the sound roared,

Crashing into the abrupt rock wall, bursting out of the salty waves,

At the same time, the army of Danai went to the battlefield, one after the other......"

The passionate battlefield, like a stormy wave, is laid out in the palindromic verses and magnificent metaphors, and the entire battlefield is laid out with great magnificence, so that Carl feels as if he is in the scene, experiencing the fierceness, worship, and cruelty of the war.

“...... He set his sights on the two beloved sons of Fainops, Santhos and the old man Soon, who were already in their twilight years.

He could no longer have children, and he would take charge of the inheritance he had left behind.

Diomedes took the lives of his beloved and killed them both,

Leaving behind his elderly father, he was filled with grief.

The old man will never see his son again, or return home from the battlefield,

Relatives will divide their property......"

In the battle on the battlefield, Carl's gaze was suddenly pulled away, as if penetrating infinite time and space, seeing the parents of the heroes who died in battle, looking forward to the return of their sons, and seeing the bleak old age when the news of the hero's death came back, and the relatives competed to divide the hero's father's inheritance!

The epic is not only an epic of the battlefield, but a three-dimensional picture of the times, with the heroic war song of the reckless and simple atmosphere of human beings, so that Carl can't help but immerse himself in it.

Before you know it, emotions, verses, notes, rhythms, and breaths are completely blended, blended in a high-pitched tone like a dragon and a passionate passion.

Carl seemed to forget that he was reciting poetry, but completely immersed in the magnificent historical picture depicted in the epic, incarnated as one battlefield hero after another, experienced their joy, felt their sorrow, sang with them, fought together, ate and drank together, and lived a pure and simple life!

The sleeping bloodline seems to be awakened by the epic of the hero, surging with a deep and surging magic, like the sea before the storm, setting off a silent and turbulent tide, washing Carl's **.

And all the listeners and guests suddenly found that before they knew it, Carl's temperament had undergone a earth-shaking change. Originally, in front of them, was a well-dressed gentleman's dress, the plain white shirt lined was simple and refreshing, although there was no decoration, but it was very suitable, with a handsome face, naturally with a lady's favorite delicate and bookish atmosphere.

However, with the recitation of the epic, Carl gradually gained an indescribable spiritual temperament. Although his eyes are still calm, but there is an awe-inspiring sharp temperament, although his figure is still slender and thin, but it seems to have been forged and condensed, and there is a bronze-like masculine and toned feeling.

Although he was just standing there, he felt a sense of masculinity, simplicity, and fitness, and in a trance, everyone saw that he was no longer a handsome young man with a bookish atmosphere, but a bronze hero wearing a white tunics, a bronze belt, and a bronze short sword, who came out of the epic.

I don't know how long it took, but Karl spat out the last syllable and recited the end of the first volume of the epic.

The audience fell into a deathly silence, no one answered, no one spoke, everyone was still holding their breath, and the sound of the battle on the epic battlefield was still circling in their heads.

"Great epic, great work!"

Mr. Grant slowly opened his closed eyes, couldn't suppress the surging excitement in his heart, and praised enthusiastically: "Words simply make it impossible for me to praise you, great Monsieur Roland, thank you for creating such an immortal work, allowing us to re-enter the corridor of history, back to that heroic bronze age, thank you, thank you very much......"

Mr. Grant trembled with excitement and even spoke incoherently. He wasn't the only one, and many of the men in the hall were as excited as Mr. Grant.

Language is powerful, Homer's epic is simple, pure language, with a strong atmosphere of the heroic age, the kind of heroes who fight against fate, but impassioned, wholeheartedly enjoy the fearless heart of life, is only the early Bronze Age of human beings have a simple and pure.

The knights are not only powerful, but also have much more sensitive and strong feelings than ordinary people, and they are more able to appreciate the simple power and artistic conception contained in this epic.

"Bronze Age heroics!"

Even the Knight of Hanbaani, who had been silent, couldn't help but be moved, the knight's faith and virtue path made them more sensitive to the power of language and art, this magnificent epic, not only contains the heroic atmosphere of the early pioneering era of human civilization, and even faintly has the weight of a civilization.

"Bang Bang!"

Mrs. Loriss didn't speak, just smiled and applauded softly!

All the listeners and spectators suddenly applauded one after another, like thunderous applause, which lasted for several minutes.

Carl didn't pay attention to the thunderous applause of the audience, but fell into his own contemplation.

Because he suddenly found that in the process of his recitation, the accumulated full emotions seemed to have reached a threshold, which made him awaken the first bloodline spell Dragon Zhang Fengzi!

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