Twenty Sided Dice

Where there is new, there is old, and the name of the old continent came only after the emergence of the "new continent". Previously it was simply called "The World", or the Thunder Wall Continent.

A never-ending wall of storms and endless lightning circle the continent, erecting an insurmountable barrier on the sea. Magic will not be used here due to the disorder of the elements, and the divine power will also be weakened in front of the wall of storms, and the power of the **** alone cannot resist the mighty power of nature. Many people came to the Wall of Storms, curious about the scenery behind, but had no way of getting through it safely.

The mages of the Mages Association can use spells to travel to other worlds, but they will also return home in front of the storm wall. Despite seeing many strange and eccentric worlds, the Wall of Storms is rare and unique. The mages thought it involved the great secrets of the world, and the priests thought it was a barrier between mortals and gods.

Suddenly one day, the wall of storms that everyone thought was immutable suddenly retreated, revealing a new continent. At that time, a fleet of ships happened to be on the edge of the Wall of Storms, and they were the first to witness the spectacle with their own eyes.

Aeth Loren is the master of this fleet.

He was the younger brother of King Fanxing at that time, a royal "weird" who liked to explore and challenge himself. One day he thought he should go to the Wall of Storms and set off with a fleet. He has no magic, ordinary swordsmanship, belief in gods, but no potential to become a priest. He just has an adventurous heart that is not lonely. When he came to the Wall of Storms and watched the surging sea waves connect to the zenith, the apocalyptic thunderclouds continued to drop lightning, and the rumbling sound became the only sound in the world. Even so, he was not timid, but regarded the Wall of Storms as the biggest challenge of his life.

He forced his ship forward, to the end of the world. The crew naturally refused to die, and 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!" Ashloran yelled frantically. Driving the ship, with deeply shocked crew all the way west, ahead of everyone, even before the attention of some gods. set foot on the shores of the New World. Because the voyage exceeded the plan and the supplies were in short supply, all two ships returned immediately, preparing to return to the New World with more materials, equipment and personnel. It was the last time they saw Aeth Loren intact.

What happened on the New World was never known, and the remaining ships were never found. A few years later. When Ath Loren floated back to the Thunderwall Continent with a plank, it caused a huge stir, but by this time he had become delirious.

The missing prince was found and immediately sent back to the royal family of stars. His body had collapsed, and even with the best care, he didn't survive a few months before eventually dying in his hospital bed. The Starry Royal Family and the Mages Association recorded his ravings at that time, and Siegel also read the outline from the Mages Association's collection of books, but there was no mention of strange words.

"The prince is taken care of by the royal family. We have been together for a long time. We have obtained much more information than the Mage Association." Evan said: "There was a period when he was slightly conscious, and he drew some written marks, but It's not even a language at all."

"You remember?"

Evan shook his head: "How is it possible, if the swordsmanship is similar. I have always wanted to take risks. Prince Aislolan's situation is similar to mine, except that he is the king's younger brother. He has his own surname since he was a child, not an illegitimate child. . So I envied him, so I went to read his book. I memorized some symbols, related to numbers. Write it for you."

Any clues would be useful, let alone numbers? Evan read the scroll while writing from memory, and finally gave Siegel more than forty text symbols.

He put the quill aside. "That's all I can remember. If you want to read it, you'll have to go to the King's Library, which is a long way."

"These numbers and some verbs should help." Siegel rubbed his forehead and drank a cup of meditation tea. "Let me try again."

Find numbers, find repeated combinations, find words that appear more frequently, and then start cracking based on the symbols you already have. If the numbers are increasing regularly, it may be some kind of chronology; the most common logical concepts in text are "affirmation and negation"; the words used to frame the structure of sentences are regularly repeated.

From the writing method of known symbols. It is possible to guess the structure of the language and the understanding of the world by the language users—and to such an extent that the interpretation of documents plays a role.

Then there is the realm of spells, the world of parsing spells and proficient language spells. Siegel continued to use these two spells, and began to analyze the text after the flip.

"It is the first time that this kind of writing has appeared in the New World for so many years." Siegel said to Evan: "The Mages Association and the dwarves have been collecting rare things for many years, but they have never found any writing in the New World. . Do you know what the discovery in front of you means?"

"I only know that this is related to the discovery of Ais Loren back then, and maybe I can figure out why he became crazy." Evan replied.

Siegel shook his head and looked at Evan with piercing eyes: "Since the Wall of Storms retreated, dragons, dwarves, elves, humans, orcs, goblins, kobolds. Many races have come to this continent, here Life multiplied. We've found all kinds of beasts, monsters, undead, elementals and some weird stuff, but there's only one thing that never existed: civilization."

The mage pointed to the scroll in front of him and said to Evan: "This thing can prove that before our arrival, there were civilizations on the new continent, and they left texts."

"Where have they gone?"

"That's it!" Siegel knocked on the table and made a thud, like a thunder: "I have a guess now that those resentful spirits may be residents of the original New World. But on second thought, resentment The language used by spirits is the same as ours, and Nykes collects spirits in different worlds and makes flaming soul crystals. It can be seen that spirits are not special, so it seems that they cannot explain the uniqueness of the language in front of me. Be sure of your inference."

"God, to be a mage think so much? I'm about to get confused." Evan shook his head: "You can think about it slowly here, I'll go and see Moore. As for the competition, you don't have to worry about it. , I'll make sure he wins."

"Okay, I'll let you know as soon as I have news." Siegel continued his work.

There are still tribes coming one after another, but the number has decreased significantly. Ten days before the full moon festival in autumn, the contest finally began.

The voices were loud and the battles were loud. But this has nothing to do with Siegel. He was alone in the camp, shrouded by the thick fog of spells, deducing unfamiliar words.

As the research progressed, his eyes became deeper and deeper, but his spirit did not weaken at all. He walked back and forth around the scroll on the ground. Always reciting words, countless words grow illusory wings, constantly circling and flying around Siegel. Sometimes, his train of thought would be interrupted, and some kind of novel idea would suddenly pop up. Like sparks from a furnace. He wrote it down hastily, 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 decline.

Siegel, who was immersed in research, had not done makeup for days, and the beard on his mouth had grown so fast that it was half a finger long. He was carefully opening a glass bottle, lightly dipped the purple powder inside with a quill pen, and quickly screwed on the bottle cap.

Each use of a parsing spell consumes a quill, as well as precious amethyst powder. But Siegel felt that it was all worth it, and there was a strong premonition deep in his heart that the secrets of the New World were in front of his eyes.

This thought came from both reason and intuition, and it swirled in his mind every day. Siegel sees this state as a bit like the untrained priesthood of the devout: the gods teach in their minds, in their dreams, and in their subconscious. Show the trick slowly.

Siegel constantly forms combinations of the flying words in front of his eyes, and even randomly selects and shuffles the order, just to inspire his own inspiration. However, the door of wisdom seems to have no idea to open, and all the secrets are still hidden behind the endless runes.

He dropped the scroll, picked up the defensive staff and walked out of the barracks. With the help of magic, he was like a gust of wind, without alerting the guards, he quietly walked out.

There is a conference going on across the lake, and the top ten are about to be decided. Relying on sturdy magical armor and magical weapons of various functions, Maul is like a moving fortress in front of his enemies. He can ignore most swords. Just focus on your attack. His victories were quick and immediate, but they always drew boos.

Evan, by contrast, is a different story. He was only wearing a light coat and had nothing but a long sword in his hands. Not even a shield. Opponents despised him, thinking they could easily defeat him. But Evan uses his arcs, waves and flowing water to win time and time again, quickly and smoothly. Few people could understand it, thinking that he was using witchcraft, not martial arts. But because there was no evidence to protest, there were constant boos.

Siegel knew the news, but only smiled. The result of that contest was already doomed, and there would be no surprises. He lowered his head and walked slowly on the soft grass, but the words engraved on the metal plate continued to appear in front of him.

From the information that has been deduced so far, it can be known that there is an "entrance" under the metal plate to avoid "extremely bad disasters", but I have not found how to open this entrance safely, and I do not know what is behind the entrance. . Due to the special material of the metal plate, it is neither rotten nor hard to wear, which shows that the manufacturer's civilization technology has developed very well, but why did not leave any traces on the ground?

The whole New World, with all the known mineral deposits, all the rivers, all the forest hills, was in an unexplored pristine state. Even the dwarves have been digging in the City Wall Mountains for many years, but they have never found any traces of other people's involvement~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But in this Lake of God's Tears, such strange things are actually buried.

Siegel suddenly stopped, something suddenly came to his mind. "Lake of God's Tears, why is it called this name?" The tribesmen came here and saw a large freshwater lake that could be drunk. If the name is called the Lake of Life or the Lake of God, it is very likely, how can they think of God's What about tears?

He had a vague inspiration, so he used the flying technique and kept flying high into the sky. Looking down from the air, the whole picture of the lake finally appeared in front of him.

The lake has an irregular oval shape, but overall it looks like an eye. The lake water comes from upstream rivers and then converges here, with no other outlet on the surface. If you don't care about the direction of the river's flow, the combined image of the river and the lake is like tears streaming from the corners of your eyes. They found the hole in the metal plate in the inner corner of the eye, like a tear dripping from the lacrimal gland.

Siegel saw from the air the little silver fishes swimming in the lake water, they gleamed in the sunlight like...

pupil. (To be continued.)

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