Chapter 41: The Wall
"I'm afraid we can't stop this magic. ”
Professor Granger reluctantly chose to accept the reality that the magic of Runevin and the Druids was a special magic that had long been lost and rarely studied, and that it was impossible to interfere without understanding.
"And the scale of this magic is terrifying. ”
Magellan shook his head at the forest.
Everywhere he could see, there was a rune on every trunk, adding up to a thousand runes, and that was just the tip of the forest, and with the magic of the druids, the scale and power of the forest as a whole was incredible.
"We have an impassable wall in front of us. ”
Arthur shrugged at the thorns: "If a wall is too high, try digging a tunnel or make a hole in it." ”
"It's a whole. ”
That was the hallmark of druid magic, and now the jungle had become a cage, with entangled roots underground, bushes on the ground, and vines in the air, without a single gap.
"Think of it, Professor Magellan, it's easier to destroy than to build, even if no one can deal with the magic of the druids, Runivin can still deal with Runivan, doesn't that blindfold represent wisdom?"
Arthur was still hopeful, but Magellan only smiled helplessly.
"It took at least ten years for that ancient druid to complete the magic, and after that, the forest grew the way it was designed for hundreds of years, and even if it was easier to destroy than to build, it would take a long time for us to destroy it. ”
"Or......" Arthur looked around and then stood beside the baron, "let the master here knock on the door." ”
The baron sighed and walked over to the three: "I don't know how to open the door at all, because my grandfather never told me those things, like a fork in the road in the family cemetery. ”
"That's right, it's like that fork in the road. ”
Magellan and Professor Granger began to think it was a good idea, just as the Baron had inadvertently opened the fork in the road, and that magic based on blood was a tradition of the Esyadians.
"But you see," said the baron, walking forward to the bush and laying a hand on the thorn, "there is not a path here for me to enter. ”
"Give me some time. ”
Magellan covered his right eye and searched the forest with the power of his left blindfold, searching for the logic and connections between the countless runes.
It's like a person trying to read a book with tens of millions of words completely out of order, and find a specific sentence out of it.
The good news, though, is that while the book has been disrupted, some of the connections have been preserved.
Unlike the current Loren language, each letter can be used as a word, and has different meanings in different contexts, so it is extremely complex and confusing, and difficult to understand, which is one of the reasons why the runi script is valued by many magicians, but it is still lost.
But this characteristic was not a problem for Magellan, who was familiar with this linguistic feature and had even seen more complex ones.
"Need help?"
Professor Granger knew it was a huge project, but the reality was that the three people here couldn't really help at all.
"Let's help set up a campsite, we'll probably have lunch here, and if you don't object, you can spend the night here. ”
So the Baron left the forest with Arthur and Professor Granger, and began to search for wood and food in the wilderness he knew.
This is a wilderness, which was probably not the case originally, but the appearance of dense forests has changed the landscape ecology, making this place different, and in general, making it more savage.
The Baron spent a long time in the wilderness as a teenager, adventuring on the edge of the wilderness as a child, and then gradually going deeper, and fighting wild beasts was his earliest combat training.
The skilled "native" walked with two companions through the wilderness, a hilly area with sparse woods, mostly rocky outcroppings, and tenacious weeds growing in the crevices.
"You can camp here. ”
The baron went straight to a jutting boulder, which was a whole boulder, flat and wide, and indeed a good campsite.
The three of them stood on the rocks and looked around, there was nothing between the mountains and forests, and it was quiet.
"There should be dead branches in the woods, and I'll go hunt for some of the game. ”
The baron's proposal was rejected, and in the end all three of them went in search of prey, and then picked up dead branches to prepare a campfire.
......
Night had fallen, it was a cloudy day, dark clouds obscured most of the sky, and a crescent moon on the horizon shone as dim as the twinkling stars.
The four of them sat around the campfire and drank hot tea.
The barons' hunting match made for a sumptuous dinner, but Magellan's side brought bad news.
"I'm still confused. ”
Magellan had too little information in his hands, research on runes had always been rare, and the only results he had were mostly hidden by the magician, and he had very little to borrow.
"Have you ever thought to look at that family history, I think it's probably the only rune textbook we can find. ”
Professor Granger did not know what Magellan was facing, and he could not wear a blindfold so he could not see the rune on the trunk.
Magellan smiled wryly and shook his head, opening the big book.
He could memorize almost all of the parts of the book written in Runi, and there was nothing in it that would help.
But maybe there will be some clues inside, and although there is little hope, it is worth a try.
"The knights of the Schmidt family began to stop talking about Wolfstein Castle, which was originally regarded as the castle of family glory, and then began to move, becoming the lords of Wolf Castle as if nothing happened......"
Magellan felt like he was reading a storybook, but in a very subtle way.
Since then, the owners of the Schmidt family seem to have all become the reticent type, they rarely record things in the family history, and they are silent about important events and other things.
However, there will still be bits and pieces of details that have happened, such as the occasional family heir who will talk sadly about the former family castle and then stop talking strangely and abruptly.
That lost castle was undoubtedly Swan Castle.
Like flipping through a storybook, Magellan continued to scroll downward, and the next few generations of heirs could not forget the regret of losing Swan Castle, they would always inadvertently reveal regret and nostalgia, and there is no doubt that the object of nostalgia that did not appear was Swan Castle.