Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 190 Ancient Clay Tablets, Secret Runes

Hundreds of purple steel balls gathered in front of the wizard, like tired birds flying back to the forest, ending their wanton slaughter in this tomb city. Most of them were now worn out, with scratches as rough as waves left by multiple physical impacts, and fine cracks caused by frequent erosion by power runes. The strength of the material was on the verge of limit and was no longer usable.

Lin Bo opened the ammunition bag and put all the bullets that had made great achievements in battle into the bag for safe storage, preparing to melt them again.

Repairing worn magic metal is a science, and simply melting and recasting it will not solve the problem.

The erosion and damage suffered by these Featherscale Star Steels had eroded their inherent miraculous power, making them no longer as light as a feather, but rather heavier. He needed to re-infuse them with magical energy.

In other words, Yulin Star Steel is relatively valuable and has recycling value. If it is replaced with readily available steel materials, it can be directly discarded when it is scrapped.

At this time, there was still more than a day before the dungeon refreshed. After the Necromancer's main city was destroyed, the remaining forces of this camp were no longer a force to be reckoned with.

In the distance, a small group of the Jihad Army was approaching, with the thud of horses' hooves and the gold-embroidered and colorful flags waving in the wind.

The wizard did not stop and flew away, leaving behind a devastated city with corpses everywhere.

The elf leading Lin Bo had not flown far yet. It was dragging its feet all the way, looking back frequently, looking at the huge battlefield, and then turning back to look at the quiet and silent wilderness. The idea of ​​going home became even more hesitant.

The wizard flew over at low altitude and saw a bean-sized elf moving in the grass. His eyes naturally locked onto it. He lowered his body and scooped up the elf like a hawk hunting.

"Wow, I'm going to be eaten!...Ah, Master Lighthouse!" The elf was scared like a hedgehog when he was caught by the iron palm. It was not until he came to his senses that he found a familiar figure above his head.

Lin Bo smiled and stroked its head with his fingers, "Let's take a ride."

"Sure!"

The elves gasped in astonishment upon learning that the giant's remains had been returned to dust and the necromancer order had been wiped out.

The wizard, transformed into a white wolf, returned to the main city of the fey, and his triumphant return triggered a joyous parade.

The goblin guards laid down their swords, spears, and clubs, picking up harps, drums, bells, and flutes. They chanted ancient ballads with hoarse voices, their music and lyrics like a caravan of camels emerging from the windswept sand. The elves, the chuppahs, gathered ripe fruits and piled them into small hills. They pulled stout barrels from their cellars, skewered the insects plaguing the crops on sticks, and roasted them over a fire until they were fragrant.

The guardians on the top of the mountain met Lin Bo again, and their tired expressions were much more relaxed.

The music drifting from the foot of the mountain was like the whistling of a distant wind, and the aroma of food that filled every crevice and corner of the cave was like a wisp of smoke, which was taken into the old turtle's nostrils by his deep breath. He sighed with deep satisfaction.

"The taste of celebration, son of power, this dance of joy is for you."

The giant wolf and the giant pig, the peacock and the old turtle, all said in unison, "We sincerely praise you and thank you for your help."

The old turtle let out a slow, comfortable laugh. "Without those evil people harming nature, everything will be fine. Son of Strength, please go and enjoy the celebration. You are our eternal guest of honor."

Lin Bo plans to stay here until the duration of the copy ends.

The underground caverns where the fey had taken refuge were filled with joy. Every creature the wizard encountered invited him to share in the food and performances. Lin Bo didn't refuse, removing his skull mask and joining the celebration. When he appeared, the fey erupted in cheers, shouting "Lighthouse Keeper" and "Great One."

Lin Bo sat down beside the stone-surrounded fire pit. The elves carried wooden trays and brought various berries, wine, and roasted insect meat in front of him. The jumping little guys looked at him with watery amber eyes and begged him. The wizard had no choice but to accept everything and praised every time he tasted something.

"Wu~" The Jiupas were so happy that they didn't know what to do.

Huge bonfires illuminated the cave world's surface and sky, bathing the participants in their intense light. The mountain goblin guide sat down beside the mage, watching the young mountain goblin warriors dance with him, and whispered, "I didn't expect you to wipe out those villains all by yourself. None of us were able to help."

Lin Bo took a sip of his wine, and an elf immediately filled his glass. "After the dance, please take me to the library."

"You will surely achieve your wish, our eternal guest."

The goblins' dances are powerful, passionate, and more spiritual than their rigid fighting techniques, demonstrating their excellent control and use of their body muscles.

Lin Bo's Double Blade Dance had now reached Level 2. His body had been thoroughly tempered, and after numerous fine-tunings with the Life Control Technique, he could be considered a martial artist of some accomplishment. He could see the exquisiteness of the Mountain Demon Dance, and through observation and learning, he was inspired to create his own unique dance style.

Although he didn't normally drink, Lin Bo had a good alcohol tolerance from the whale oil potion he'd consumed. Although he didn't dance at banquets and celebrations, his daily practice of melee combat skills had given him a fairly good dancing skill. Therefore, Lin Bo fully understood the joy of the crowd.

Due to the shortage of supplies, the banquet did not last long. Except for the lighthouse keeper, each member was given very little food, and there was nothing to do after eating and drinking.

For the elves, burying the giants' corpses and dealing with the necromancers are only the first step in restoring their natural vitality. There are still many things to be done.

Lin Bo did not participate in other tasks, but followed the guide to the library, where there were a large number of dried clay tablets, recording the language and writing taught by the giants to the elves, as well as a large number of poems and fables, which were all good materials for studying alien languages.

Although some of them were lost during the war, many power runes are still hidden in these materials, which are a treasure waiting to be discovered.

Lin Bo found a corner in the library, unfolded the space-time paper box, took out a table and chairs, lit the desk lamp, and settled in. He read, practiced mantrabending, and studied the language of the spirits. When he felt tired, he would meditate and rest. As for food, the elves would always bring it to him. A few fruits and some drinks would constitute a meal.

While things were going on in full swing outside, as the elves began to return to the surface, the library was always quiet, without any noise or interruption.

There are two main languages ​​in the [Giant Wilds] dungeon: the human language used by the Crusade and Necromancer camps, and the elf language taught by the giants.

Lin Bo did some work, compiling the Elven language, noting its pronunciation patterns and word formations, and compiled a simple dictionary that could serve as a reference for other players. As he continued to study, the dictionary's contents grew richer and richer.

The Fey language used pictographic writing. The Giants had evidently mastered a vast array of magical runes, adapting them. This encompassed everything from Ancient Dorei to Animist. Furthermore, the Fey language's evolutionary history was relatively recent, preserving much of its original content, which greatly reduced Lin Bo's workload in rune mining.

He found several of the oldest clay tablets. According to the legend passed down from generation to generation, these clay tablets were carved by the giants themselves, and it was very rare for them to survive to this day.

The contents of the clay tablets are basically some long poems, but the preface is inconsistent and the content throughout the whole article is fragmented. Only the repeatedly emphasized theme is clear.

Lin Bo was also confused at first glance. The words used in these poems were incomplete and distorted. Each word had either been partially erased or had a few extra strokes, making the already weak readability even worse.

But these fragmented words and chapters gave him the feeling of gold and jade covered in dust.

The wizard touched the clay tablet and listened to its whispers, which told him that the giant had repeatedly made changes on the surface of the tablet. Once some of the strokes of these words were written, they caused trauma to the clay tablet and had to be erased or tampered with in order to be preserved.

Lin Bo stroked the characters, lost in thought. The giant was hiding a secret about the Word of Power. This rune of power was so powerful that even a tiny glimpse could produce a miraculous effect, so it had to be concealed by long, fragmented characters to hide its true form.

This is a magical word more powerful than the Animist language.

He wanted to try to decipher it.

(End of this chapter)