It's not hard to climb a tortoise with a slow child. Throughout, the discovered rock turtle remained motionless like a statue, its head with a beak as sharp as a bird's beak looking slightly ahead, as if thinking about something. Cheese and the others came to the back of the turtle shell in three steps and two steps, while marveling at its size, even if the whole team was standing here, the top of its shell did not seem crowded.

On the other side, they also quickly followed the old man's hand and saw the words written on the back of the latter's mouth. To be precise, the words were not written on its back, but were carved into the shell on a clay tablet. It's a mystery how the soft clay tablets are embedded in the hard obsidian turtle shell.

Also a mystery is what is written on the slate. The people present were all erudite, and as spellcasters, they knew two or three languages, and knew three or four languages not for the purpose of accumulating qualifications at all, but purely out of professional needs. For spell books written in obscure languages, ancient documents handed down from other races, the best medium for passing on knowledge is words, and the biggest obstacle to the flow of knowledge is also words.

Therefore, anyone who casts spells outside of their own lineage will be greedy to learn the languages of other regions, and that is the key to unlocking the vault for them. However, the keyhole of the vault in front of me is quite strangely shaped.

"Can you recognize the language? I can only speak elven and dwarven scripts, which are obviously neither. The old man asked the cheesemaker.

He wasn't to blame him, as the team's experts in pagan affairs, Cheese should have known something about the language they used. Moreover, judging from Wei Ya's performance, only the gray robe was left among the people present who might become a breakthrough.

Cheese's eyes narrowed slightly, and from time to time a flash of inspiration flashed through him, and he was checking whether the words might have something to do with magic. This also meant that he didn't know what language the words in front of him came from.

However, the gray robe will not give up because this is really a normal thing, the evil gods that the pagans believe in are beings from outside the world, and the symbols they pass on to their followers do not have to conform to the mainstream linguistic logic in this world, whether it is the shape or the order, those pagan symbols can break the existing language concept. Unless it is an evil god who has obtained the symbol book within the sect or has an in-depth understanding of their beliefs, there is no way to crack it.

Fortunately, language and writing are never traceless, and as long as they appear, they are associated with the things around them. Find the relevance and you may find the first step to solving the puzzle.

Where is the connection? Turtles, volcanoes, or whatever, think, think. The text symbols here are not very grotesque, indicating that there is still a lot of room for speculation. The text that is close to the text here is...

"Teacher, what are they doing?" this was the first time Yuni took the initiative to speak, and he had been a shadow of Cheese all the way, silently following the mentor's side. Until now, the gray robe and the others were completely immersed in the decipherment of the ciphertext, and he really couldn't understand it, so he asked.

The object of his questioning was another person who had been excluded from ciphertexting, Lolo. This can't be helped, the dance festival is definitely an outlier among the spellcasters, if you ask her what are the differences in the dance of various nationalities and even races, she must be able to speak catchy, and even the body movements in the etiquette can be explained. It's just that when it comes to words, she has no way to rely on body movements to cast spells.

"They are deciphering the words on the clay tablets. "For boys, Luo Luo still has some good feelings.

Not only because he was Cheese's apprentice, but also because he felt sympathy and empathy for this child, who seemed to have suffered a lot and was now involved in such a dangerous operation. It reminds her of the days when she first became a dancer, the experience of gradually losing herself in the movement of her body and finally finding herself again.

"What are they doing deciphering the text?" the boy blinked and continued. Children are always asking questions one after another, and it's not that they can't understand the adults' answers, but the adults' answers always contain more questions that they can't understand. For example, Lolo's answer implied the importance of the words on the slate to get out of the situation at hand, but for Yoni, he could not see any necessary connection between the two.

"That's because by deciphering these words, we can—" yes, what can we do? Who is sure that the words on the clay tablets are necessarily connected to the rock turtle under their feet? In other words, all they have to do now is to get the giant beast moving and take them out of this rocky field, even if they don't know the spells on the clay tablets, with the abilities of this group of spellcasters, they can't achieve the same effect!

"Well done, you've made a meritorious service!"

At that moment, Lolo hurriedly relayed Yoni's question to the others who were in full swing studying the ciphertext. The gray robe and the others woke up like a dream, and when they were just cornered, they managed to find a way to find this place, and now the road is under their feet, and they are still struggling to understand the signs?

Several people looked at each other, and the old man in the pointed hat volunteered to stand up again, "I'll try, I'm still half a beast whisperer." ”

The beast whisperer, as the name suggests, is a person who knows the language of the beast. At least it seems, as it seems to be the case, as it is still difficult to prove whether there really is a human-like language among beasts. Even if they are united like a wolf pack, the communication between members is still very primitive.

Beast whisperers rely more on talent or magic to communicate with natural creatures. This is also very common among magical factions, with occasional wolf children or someone of similar origins unwittingly becoming beast whisperers. It's just that it is difficult for such people to sort out materials that can be taught to others, so although they are quite a few in history, they are rarely tight in reality.

After the old man volunteered, he walked to the front of the turtle shell, the part that bordered the flesh that protruded from the carapace. Speaking of flesh, this giant tortoise is wrapped in thick lava solids all over its body, not to mention the flesh and skin, and even the skin color is difficult to identify.

The old man could only be a dead horse and a live horse doctor, and lowered his body to rest his palms on the rough solids, trying to get in touch with the monster beneath him.

Cheese's gaze, meanwhile, lingered on the clay tablets, and he did not think that these newly assembled pagans would be able to create a completely untraceable language system in a short period of time, and that would be the case for them to be called polymaths.

There must have been something they had overlooked, and it was hidden in the clay tablets. Cheese waited, thinking, his eyes wandering aimlessly. Suddenly, he noticed something, and his eyes immediately sharpened.

Immediately afterward, the rest of the team saw the calmly gray-robed robe crawling towards the highest bulge on the giant tortoise's body as if he had gone crazy, and before a few people could stop him, he was already clinging to it on all fours like an ape. Now, Cheese confirmed his idea.

At this moment, the communication ahead seems to have come to fruition.

"Boom!" the massive body rose from a landslide-like tremor, hot lava spilling from beneath the tortoise's belly like an orange-red solution.

Not only that, but the tortoise's limbs stepped on the lava and began to glow brightly, I don't know if it was melted or there was something else. Faced with such a scene, the people standing on the turtle shell didn't know whether they were happy or sad for a while, and they were stunned and tried to maintain their standing posture.

"Don't stand stupid! Run, hell, it's not a turtle at all! It's an elemental creature! We've all been deceived!"