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Dr. Yunshan was among them. He was looking at An Ge in surprise. His expression changed for a while before he shook his head and sighed: "This year there is an additional archaeological master named An Ge. I always thought it was just the same name, but I didn't expect it to be true."

You, An Ge, probably your mother doesn’t even know that you are a master archaeologist, you hide it well enough.”

"Mom knows, and no one asked, so there's no need to go out of your way to show off."

An Ge said with a natural look on her face. She didn't hide it, but few people asked her.

"Stop chatting, come over and study together. What does it mean? These two elves bathed in the holy light are also ridiculously big. How many times have they exaggerated?"

An archaeological master in the innermost part shouted in a deep voice, his eyes always fixed on the mural in front.

Several archaeological masters were also there, looking forward with thoughtful expressions on their faces, automatically blocking out all interference.

"Let me explain to you, this is the last mural. We have not found similar ancient caves in other nearby mountains. It depends on us whether we can get more recorded information from these murals. The records of the murals here

It’s very valuable, but it’s also very difficult to interpret, and there are many things that I don’t understand.”

Dr. Yunshan said.

An Ge and Bai Yuling stepped forward. The last mural recorded a lot of content. The top was carved with dense ancient fonts, and it was impossible to understand its meaning.

In the simple city, regardless of men, women, old or young, countless people and elves were bowing their heads and praying. On the outskirts of the city, they were shrouded in an ominous black mist, and countless pairs of scarlet eyes filled with murderous intent were scattered around the city and on the bone walls.

, corpses littered the ground, and blood flowed into rivers...

From the top of the praying person's head, there seems to be a little fluorescent light flowing upward into the sky. In the sky, there are several beautiful women and elegant elves singing and dancing. Above them, there is a gathering source of fluorescent light, two huge

The Shadow of Holy Light.

Judging from the proportions, these two figures were at least as tall as the mountain, definitely much taller than the city, and their size was far beyond their imagination.

You must know that even if you reach the championship level and can freely change size, there is a limit. It is impossible to become as small as an ant, nor as big as a mountain. Even the smallest mountain peak is more than a thousand meters high.

No matter how low it is, it is called a slope at most.

The height of these two shadows of holy light has exceeded 100,000 meters, almost dividing the sky above the entire city!

This height, let alone the small mountain peaks that are less than a thousand meters, is far less than that of most mountain peaks. Even if the champion elf magnifies itself to the limit, it is probably less than one percent of it.

Dozens of times can be said to be an exaggeration, but hundreds of times is too outrageous. This is not the previous concept of the God of Creation. As for such an exaggerated description?

But this mural is obviously carefully carved. From a plan view, some murals are shorter than others, and they are obviously smoothed and re-carved. There are no mistakes at all, and the details are extremely meticulous.

If you magnify it a hundred times, you can clearly see their height, clothes, and figure. It is no exaggeration to say that it is directly projected by photography. The proportions of the city wall are also correct. It is about a thousand meters high and can block everything.

The jump of most elves below elite level.

In the past, there were many giant elves hundreds of meters high. They should be champion-level elves that enlarged themselves. This was also proven by the destructive power they caused.

Since it is so rigorous, this ratio cannot be wrong.

The world fell into silence, with only the faint sound of breathing and heartbeat.

A few hours passed, and the archaeological masters rubbed their eyes countless times. The most authoritative Dr. Mingchang rubbed his sour eyes covered with bloodshot eyes and said, "Let's all take a rest and summarize our respective gains."

Dr. Mingchang is the most studied senior among archaeological researchers. He is 190 years old this year and is the closest to an archaeological master. Perhaps he could have become the only archaeological master after the previous archaeological master.

However, Dr. Mingchang refused this honor because he was too old. In his words, it would be better for him to stay and give more juniors the motivation to make progress if he is given this old bone.

Perhaps Dr. Mingchang is still a little far away from the last archaeological master, but he is definitely qualified to become an archaeological master!

Since he refused the highest honor for this reason, one has to admire him. In the archaeological world, Dr. Mingchang is the only authority!

As soon as he opened his mouth, even if he wanted to continue his research, he had to rest.

"Unfortunately, I can't come up with anything new. I can only recognize a few of these ancient characters and can't decipher any information."

But a master archaeologist on the spot expressed helplessness.

"me too."

Immediately, archaeological masters and senior archaeologists expressed the same opinion that they had gained nothing.

The remaining masters communicated for a while, but they did not come up with any valuable clues, and the progress of the research directly hit a bottleneck.

Dr. Mingchang looked at the almost stagnant progress and sighed helplessly. It has been three days, but nothing useful has been deciphered. Are they praying? Why are the goddesses singing and dancing? What is the danger outside the city?

What is the huge figure of holy light? Of course they have made countless guesses about these, but for archeology, guessing is unacceptable.

A slight difference can make a difference of a thousand miles. There is no room for mistakes in archeology, no room for sloppiness, and no room for modern ideas. If you want to interpret ancient history most accurately, you must incorporate ancient thinking.

Alas, even after gathering almost all the archaeological masters and senior archaeologists from District 87, they could not come up with the slightest conclusion. Huh, there was no other way. We reported it to the alliance and asked the archaeological masters from other regions to come and study together.

But in this way, the harvest will inevitably be shared with other regions. If the other region still accounts for most of the interpretation contributions, then the initiative will have to change hands!

Dr. Mingchang didn't want to ask for help unless he could, but archeology is the most test of knowledge accumulation and the most simple and stereotyped. Any flash of inspiration or epiphany will be useless. Since there is no harvest in three days, even if he tries again

For three months or three years, just studying murals will not produce any new results, unless relevant knowledge can be obtained from other documents or somewhere!

Instead of hiding it, you can get huge benefits by sharing it. After all, this ancient cave belongs to their District 87!

"An Ge, did you gain anything?"

Dr. Spruce asked.

An Ge shook his head as expected, and said with shame: "These ancient texts are difficult to decipher. I only know a dozen of them, and they all repeat what everyone knows."

"Oh, you can decipher more than ten, you have surpassed many people, tell me."

Dr. Yunshan said in surprise, he could only recognize a dozen of them.