In the dim and narrow small cave, Arafat, a fire magician, joined the team. It was already dinner time, and Leon found that Feather Wing was still standing there with an unhappy face, without the slightest intention of cooking. He saw the unhappiness of the female elf, so he said teasingly, "Beautiful elf sister, don't you boil the broth tonight?"

"Let's grill your own meat!"

This closed door made Leon scratch his hair and smile helplessly. The knight knew in his heart that although he looked like a stranger, he was still extremely kind and friendly in his heart, and it would take some time to recognize a new companion, but it would be sooner or later. He shrugged his shoulders and looked back at the culprit of the anger that had provoked the female elf.

At this time, the magician was fiddling with his luggage in the corner near the entrance of the cave. He opened his backpack and took out the contents, a few rough linen clothes were crumpled, but the books under the clothes were kept extremely neatly, and there were no wrinkles to be seen. He briefly flipped through all the books, and finally chose a booklet that was as yellow as a fallen leaf, and walked over with a grin.

"Give. See.. See, greet!"

"Greeting gift?" Leon didn't expect that this friend he had just made was so polite, which made him suddenly feel a little restrained.

With a brighter smile in return, the magician handed the book over, giving it its title, hoping that the new companion would like it.

"Beast Clan's Sword Technique Quick Strategy!" Leon suddenly came to his senses when he heard the title of the book, and he took the booklet and couldn't wait to look through it. But after only two pages, my brain buzzed like an explosion, and this messy text was obviously not human language.

"I don't know you at all!" Leon kept flipping back page after page, as if expecting a note to follow, but there was not a word he knew until the last page. The knight looked up in disappointment, and saw the magician looking at him with interest.

"You don't know how to read orcs, do you?" Leon's expression was full of anticipation, and Leon laughed when he saw the magician nod his head under the tree.

Regarding the understanding of the orc script, Arafat once again narrated, which is obviously another very... Long story.

During his years at the watchtower, Arafat descended only once a year, spending almost all of his year's salary on books. The content is all about magic or words. It's not surprising that he already knows how to use the fire element, so it's not surprising that he studies magic books, and he doesn't have a good mouthful. After many years, he has read and understood the characters of many races, and even some ancient partial characters, he has also studied a little.

The thought that Arafat could help him translate the book made Leon rejoice. After all, in the days when Uncle Luo was away, he finally had a way to learn swordsmanship, although it was from the orc clan, but for him who didn't know anything, it was also a treasure.

The knight rubbed the yellowed pamphlet lovingly, and praised the magician: "Allah, you are really amazing, you can understand such difficult words... Before he finished speaking, as if he had been electrocuted, Leon's mind flashed with a flash of inspiration, and his expression froze in astonishment. He seemed to think of something, and ran as fast as he could. When he returned, he was holding the mysterious quaint box in his hand.

"Allah, quick, quick, help me see!"

Leon's exuberant tone made Arafat a little puzzled. He took the box and looked down to see that there was a very unique character on the top of the wooden structure, arranged in a very irregular row. To those who don't understand, it looks like a random and random carving, but the magician knows that this special patchwork of lines, folds, sometimes twisted, sometimes straight steel, is definitely a very old text.

"This... Be... Already... Lose... text. ”

As soon as he heard that there seemed to be a sign, Leon's eyes suddenly shot a different kind of look, he forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, and he didn't dare to take a breath more, waiting for the magician's decipherment with a stiff face. At this moment, even the wings, who had always been dismissive of mages, were brought to interest. The elf unobtrusively turned her body in the direction of the two men, her pointed ears moving slightly.

Arafat's mind raced, and he carefully searched every corner of his memory. He wanted to open his mouth several times, but he took it back, it was difficult to grasp these extremely esoteric characters, and after hesitating for a long time, he finally said three words with some confidence: "Titans!"

If Arafat, who has studied the written word, is unsure, Leon and Feather Wing are even more confused, they don't even know what the Titan race is. The magician continued to explain his guesses, looking at the words he had studied, most of them could be read literally, only the Lost Titan needed to make complex permutations and combinations of various characters, and then further sift and eliminate them to know the meaning.

The Titan script has 201 different characters, two or more characters can be arbitrarily combined and arranged, and the meaning expressed is completely different depending on the orientation and order. Legend has it that in ancient times, there was a race of people who were good at making treasures, and they called themselves Titans. Rather than avoid letting the treasures fall into the hands of others, the Titans cast special skills on each of them, requiring them to recite the correct spells in order to use them. To do this, they have developed a script that only their own race can easily read, and it is extremely difficult for races other than the Titans to decipher spells.

Arafat's explanation of these words made both knights and elves sigh, and this ancient mysterious box really had an unusual background. Although the magician said that it would take a long time to find the correct order of combinations, it was because of this that it was all the more important to see how precious the contents of the box were.

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"Is it all luck?" Leon muttered in his heart, it is possible to find the right combination in half a day, or it is possible to wander in the wrong place for a year or even ten years, this kind of guess with a very low probability is completely dependent on character and providence.

"Hey!" sighed deeply, Leon filled the fire with a few sticks of dry wood, and looked at the dim light of the fire a little different, and his heart was a little emotional. At dinner, Arafat cobbled together several combinations, but unfortunately after reading them, the box did not react at all. It seems that fate has not arrived, but fortunately, the treasure box is around, and I believe that it will be able to unravel its mystery with time.

At this time, it was already ten years of night, and it was surprisingly quiet outside the cave, and even the winter wind that had been whistling could not bear the loneliness of the night, and quietly hid somewhere and waited for the day to come. The cave occasionally crackles with the burning of dry wood and fire, and the rustle of a sharp pen through the rough parchment. Then the light of the fire flickered, and the magician was translating the "Beast Sword Technique Quick Guide".

He silently read the yellowed pamphlet while writing down the meaning of the book on parchment in human words. Leon saw Arafat put down the pen and paper, sighed a few times into the solid palm, and then rubbed his hands quickly, while his eyes were still on the guide. The decipherment of the Titan script could not be completed in a short time, so the mage insisted on helping Leon translate the orc sword technique overnight. Looking at Arafat's serious look, Leon's heart was warm!