Lukka walked over to the wall and looked up at the pattern on it, frowning.

These murals have experienced unimaginable years and high temperatures, and they have not completely faded, although they are somewhat dull, but overall they are still colorful, but the style of painting is really a little speechless, in general, it does not meet all the accepted aesthetic guidelines, if you insist on comparison, it is probably closer to the stick figures of kindergarten children.

Moreover, the walls were damaged in many places, and upon closer inspection, Luca found that this was not natural damage caused by age, but more like someone had deliberately shoveled part of the painting off the wall.

Fortunately, the people who destroyed the murals probably didn't see the words before, and let go of these informational symbols, but the hall was too full of things, blocking half of the murals and the text behind the offerings.

Lukka looked at the nearest line of text and said, "The beginning is numbering, these murals are in order, you guys clean up what is in the way here." ”

Ollie took the lead, Nora helped, and Dolan the wood spirit reluctantly followed, and half an hour later, all the offerings near the walls were moved to the corridor, and Lukka could finally start researching the secrets of the mural from scratch.

The first painting is not damaged, and the picture is very understandable, an island with a bunch of stout dwarves on it, but these dwarves are still in the stage of wearing animal skins, and the tools in their hands look very rudimentary.

The text at the bottom of the screen looks basically the same as that used in the wizarding world, but the grammar used is a little weird, and many things can be saved, it seems to be a simplified version of this language, but it doesn't affect the meaning, Lukka watched while translating these words into the lingua franca of the sea world, and interpreted it according to his own habits: "This is the beginning of the pair, the writing is not interesting, probably a group of dwarves live on this island, they are lively and intelligent, they are naughty and clever or something." ”

Shut up and slapped his wings on the door of his head: "Don't add oil and vinegar!"

"Well, that's what it means, you know. Lukka rubbed his forehead and walked over to the second mural on his right.

The picture is equally complete, with the dwarf in the center holding a rock in his hand, and the stone radiates exaggerated rays of light.

"Is that thing a volcanic core?" Phil asked.

Lukka shook his head: "No. It is written here: In the first year of the Bronze Calendar, the great dwarven king Muta Zhen Mine discovered the first copper ore, and the dwarves entered the metal age. ”

Afterwards, everyone walked to the third mural. The dwarves were still painted on the wall, and the tools in their hands had already seen the shape of some modern iron tools, and one of them was holding a hammer very similar to the one that the dwarves carried with them today. However, the dwarves on the screen are all sad.

Lukka continued, "In the first year of Black Iron, the Dwarven King Casas Hammer improved the forging process, and from then on iron became the main tool of the Dwarves. However, the flame temperature of the furnace is too low, and the iron objects produced always break down quickly. Let's take a look at the next one. ”

In the fourth mural, a mountain is still set against the backdrop, from which a lava flows down, and dwarves set up a furnace near the lava flow. But in the upper part of the mural, the top of the volcano is missing a large piece, and it seems that someone has deliberately erased what was originally painted there.

"In the first year of the Crucible, the Mountain Spirit saw the situation of the Dwarves, hey, here is a mention of the Mountain Spirit. Lukka excitedly pointed to the line that no one could read except him and Shut Up.

"Don't giggle, read it quickly!" said with his mouth shut and tilting his head.

"Well, the mountain spirits saw the situation of the dwarves, and sent fiery magma from the top of the mountain, no more, no less, so that the dwarves would henceforth become a race born for forging. Lukka read.

"So, the part that was shoveled off should be painted with the spirit of the mountain?" Ollie guessed.

"It seems so. Lukka said as he walked to the next mural.

A part of the painting is still missing, and it seems that wherever there is an image of the spirit of the mountain, it has all been destroyed. On the left side of the picture is a group of dwarves, poorly painted, but the adoration on their faces is palpable, holding piles of metal discs in their hands dedicated to the blank space on the right side of the painting.

"In the tenth year of the furnace, the dwarves thanked the spirit of the mountain for all that they had bestowed, and offered it as a gift to the spirit of the mountain with the brightest piece of silver iron they had ever made, praising him for his selfless gifts, and wishing that his beauty would never fade. Lukka read.

"He's still beautiful?" called out the wood spirit Dolan first. "How enchanting is the spirit of the mountain?"

"Put away your obscene imagination, in this kind of oversimplified text, it is likely that he and she are indistinguishable, maybe the spirit of the mountain is just a particularly beautiful stone, just like the guy downstairs. Luca said.

Crete corrected in a serious way: "The rock giant downstairs is male, and not at all beautiful. ”

"Thanks for the reminder, I can still see this myself. Lukka said, walking towards the sixth mural.

This painting is very different from the previous ones, and it depicts a scene of disaster. The volcano spewed smoke and dust that soared into the sky, and countless lava flows down. At the bottom of the picture, the dwarves run for their lives, and between them and the volcano above, there is also a piece missing.

"Is this the mountain spirit angry, and the dwarf's sacrifice doesn't satisfy him?" asked Ollie.

"No," Lukka shook his head as he looked at the text, "and what is written here: the power of the volcano grows day by day, and the mountain spirit has done his best to save most of the dwarves' lives, but his own life has also been depleted, and the island has become uninhabitable. ”

He walked briskly to the seventh fresco, a group of dwarves sailing out into the sea, with a smoking island behind them and another island in front of them. A piece of rock has also been shoveled off the top of the new island.

"The spirit of the mountain has been reborn from the ashes, creating a new island with new life to guide the dwarves in their migration. Lukka briefly summarized the text below.

"And then, what the hell is the back one?" Phil stood in front of the eighth painting, his face full of confusion.

This is the last fresco in the hall, and there are no dwarves on it, and there are no ruined parts, only a large and small black dot.

"Volcanoes are unpredictable, and every few tens or centuries the dwarven islands face a serious eruption, and at this time, the mountain spirits guide the dwarves to a new home. Lukka finished reading and looked up at the black dots, "It's like a map of the Meze Islands, and each dot represents an island that the dwarves once inhabited. ”

"If that's what the mountain spirit has been protecting the dwarf, then why is he missing now?" asked Ollie.