Chapter 352: Interpretation 1
There is the new before the old, and the name of the old continent came after the emergence of the "new continent". Previously, it was simply called "World", or figuratively called the Thunder Wall Continent.
A never-ending wall of storms and endless lightning surround the continent, erecting an insurmountable barrier on the sea. Magic cannot be used here due to the disorder of the elements, and the divine power will be weakened in front of the wall of storms, and the power of the flesh alone will not be able to resist the power of nature. Many people come to the Wall of Storms, curious about the scenery behind it, but there is no safe way to get through.
The Archmages of the Mage Guild can use spells to travel to other worlds, but they will also be defeated in front of the Wall of Storms. Even though she's seen many strange and strange worlds, the Wall of Storms is still rare and unique. The mages believed that it involved the great secrets of the world, and the priests believed that it was a barrier separating mortals from the gods.
Suddenly, one day, the wall of storms, which everyone thought was immutable, suddenly receded, revealing a new continent. It was at that time that a fleet of ships was on the edge of the Wall of Storms, and they were the first to witness the spectacle in person.
Ace Loren is the master of this fleet.
He was the younger brother of the Starry King at the time, a royal "weirdo" who loved to explore and challenge himself. One day he decided he should go to the Wall of Storms, so he set off with his fleet. He has no magic, no swordsmanship, no belief in gods but no potential to become a priest, just an adventurous heart that is not lonely. When he came to the Wall of Storms, he watched as the raging waves connected to the zenith, and the apocalyptic thunderclouds continued to rain down lightning. The loud rumbling sound became the only sound in the world. Even so. Nor was he timid. Instead, he made the Wall of Storms the biggest challenge of his life.
He forced his ships to sail to the end of the world. Naturally, the crew refused to die, immediately mutinied, and began to seize control of the ship. Just then, the wall of storms retreated.
"Hahaha! I'll come, I'll see, I'll conquer!" Esloren shouted frantically, steering the ship and heading west with the stunned crew, ahead of everyone. Even before some gods noticed, they set foot on the shores of the New World. Because the voyage exceeded plan and supplies were scarce, all two ships immediately returned to the New World, ready to return to the New World with more supplies, equipment, and personnel. It was the last time they saw Ace Loren intact.
What happened in the New World was unknown, and none of the remaining ships could be found. A few years later, when Ace Loren floated back to the Thunder Wall Continent with a plank, it caused a huge sensation, but by this time he had become delirious.
The missing prince was found and immediately sent back to the Star Royal. His body had collapsed. Even with the best care, it didn't survive a few months. Eventually died in a hospital bed. The Starry Royal Family and the Mage Guild recorded his crazy words at the time, and Siegel had seen a synopsis from the Mage Guild's collection, but there was no mention of the strange text.
"Your Excellency is under the care of the royal family, and we have been together for a long time, and we have obtained much more information than the Mage Guild. Evan said, "There was a passage where he was slightly conscious, and he had some written marks, but it was not a language at all. ”
"Do you remember them all?"
Evan shook his head: "How is it possible, if the swordsmanship is still about the same." I've always wanted to take risks, and Prince Esloren is in a similar situation to me, except that he is the younger brother of the king, and he has had his own surname since he was a child, not an illegitimate child. So I envied him, so I went and read his books. I memorized some symbols, related to numbers, and I'll write them down to you. ”
Any clue is useful, let alone numbers?Evan looked at the scroll and wrote from memory, eventually giving Siegel more than forty text symbols.
He tossed the quill aside, "I can only remember so much, if you want to see it, you'll have to go to the King's Library, it's far away." ”
"These numbers and some verbs should help. Siegel rubbed his forehead and drank a cup of contemplative tea: "Let me try again." ”
Find the numbers, find the repetitive combinations, find the words that appear more frequently, and then start cracking based on the symbols you already have. If the numbers are growing regularly, it may be some kind of chronology, the most common logical concepts in writing are "affirmation and negation", and the words used to frame the sentence structure will be repeated regularly.
From the way the symbols are written, it is possible to guess the structure of the language and the understanding of the world by the language users - and the role of document interpretation has reached this level.
Then there's the realm of spells, the world of parsing spells and verbal spells. Continuing to use these two spells, Siegel began to analyze the text after the flip.
"After so many years of the New World, this is the first time that this kind of writing has reappeared. Siegel said to Evan, "The Mage Federation and the Dwarves have been collecting curiosities for years, but no writing has ever been found in the New World. Do you know what the discovery means in front of you?"
"All I know is that it has something to do with what Ace Loren discovered, and maybe I can figure out why he went crazy. Evan replied.
Siegel shook his head and looked at Evan with blazing eyes: "Dragons, dwarves, elves, humans, orcs, goblins, kobolds, and kobolds have been standing since the storm wall retreated. Many races have come to this continent and live and multiply here. You've found all sorts of beasts, monsters, undead, elementals, and some strange things, but only one has never been seen before: civilization. ”
The mage pointed to the scroll in front of him and said to Evan, "This thing can prove that before we arrived, there was a civilization in the New World, and they left words. ”
"Where have they gone?"
"Exactly!" Siegel slammed the table with a thud like a thunderclap, "I now have a guess that those wraiths may be the inhabitants of the original New World." But when I think about it, the language used by the wraiths is the same as ours, and Nakusi has collected the wraiths in different worlds to make fire soul crystals, which shows that the wraiths are not special, so it seems that he can't explain the uniqueness of the language in front of him. I'm a little unsure of my reasoning. ”
"Oh my God. It's all about to be a mage? I'm almost confused. Evan shook his head: "You can think about it here slowly." I'll go see Mohr. As for the competition, you don't have to worry, I'll make sure he wins. ”
"Okay, I'll let you know as soon as I have news. Siegel continued with the job at hand.
There are still tribes coming one after another, but the number has decreased significantly. Ten days before the autumn Full Moon Festival, the jousting finally began.
There was a lot of noise and a lot of fighting, but it had nothing to do with Siegel. He was in the camp obscured by the thick fog of spells, deducing unfamiliar words alone.
As the research progressed, his eyes deepened. And the spirit is not weakened at all. He walked back and forth around the scrolls on the ground, always chanting words, countless words growing transfiguration wings, circling and flying around Siegel. Sometimes, his train of thought would be interrupted, and some novel idea would pop up like a spark in a furnace. He hurriedly wrote it down, fearing that it would soon lose its luster.
Now he has ten more words in his hand, but the speed of cracking has begun to decrease.
Immersed in his research, Siegel hadn't done his makeup for days, and the beard on his mouth had grown so fast that it was half a finger long. He was cautiously opening a glass bottle. Use a quill pen to lightly dip the purple powder inside, and then quickly screw the cap.
Each time you use an Analytic spell, you will consume a quill. There is also precious purple gemstone powder. But Siegel felt that it was all worth it, and deep down he had a strong premonition that the secrets of the New World were right in front of his eyes.
This thought, which comes from both intellect and intuition, haunts his mind every day. Siegel feels that this state is a bit like the process of untrained priesthood for religious believers: the gods teach in their minds, dreams, and subconscious, slowly revealing the know-how.
Siegel constantly combines the flying words in front of his eyes, and even randomly selects and shuffles the order, just to inspire himself. However, the door of wisdom does not seem to be opened, and all secrets are still hidden behind endless runes.
He dropped the scroll, picked up his defensive staff, and walked out of the barracks. With the help of magic, he, like a gust of wind, did not alarm the guards and quietly walked out.
There is a conference going on across the lake, and the top 10 are already being decided. With its sturdy magical armor and versatile magical weapons, Mohr is like a moving fortress in front of his enemies. He can ignore most of the swords and focus on his attacks. His victory was swift and immediate, but always drew a flurry of boos.
Evan, by contrast, is a different story. He wore only a light coat, and he had nothing but a sword in his hand, and he was reluctant to even carry a shield. His opponents despised him, thinking they could easily defeat him. But Evan used his arcs, waves, and flowing water to win time and time again, swiftly and fluidly. Few people could see it, thinking that he was using witchcraft, not martial arts, but there was no evidence to protest, so there were constant boos.
Siegel knew the news, but only smiled. The outcome of that contest was already doomed, and there would be no surprises. With his head down, he walked slowly on the soft grass, but the words carved on the metal plates kept appearing in front of him.
From the information that has been deduced so far, it is known that there is an "entrance" underneath the metal plate to avoid the "worst disaster", but it is not known how to safely open this entrance, nor what is behind the entrance. Due to the special material of the metal plate, it will neither decay nor be difficult to wear, which means that the civilization technology of the manufacturer has developed very well, but why does it not leave any traces on the ground?
The whole New World, all the known mineral deposits, all the rivers, all the forests and hills, are all unexplored and untouched. Even the dwarves who had been digging in the walled mountains for many years had never found any trace of anyone else setting foot in it. It's just that in this lake of tears, there is such a strange thing buried.
Siegel stopped suddenly, something suddenly occurred to his mind. "Lake of Tears, why is it called that?" "When the people of the tribe came here, they saw a large freshwater lake that could be drunk, and it was very likely that they would call it the Lake of Life or the Lake of God's Gods, how could they think of the tears of the gods?
He had a vague inspiration, so he used his flying skills and kept flying high into the sky. From the air, the lake finally appeared in its fullness.
The surface of the lake is irregular in shape, but overall it looks like an eye. The water of the lake comes from the rivers upstream and then converges here, and there are no other outlets on the surface. If you don't care about the direction of the river, the image of the river and the lake is like tears flowing from the corners of the eyes. They found that the hole in the metal plate was in the inner corner of the eye, like a tear dripping from the tear duct.
From the air, Siegel saw small silvery fish swimming in the lake, reflecting a sparkling light in the sunlight like ......
Pupil. (To be continued.) )
PS: It's been subscribed so much recently, why? It's so sad......