There are 28 types of Origin Stones, corresponding to each Arabic pronunciation!
I have a vague feeling that this has a certain connection with the history of "interstellar immigration"
Yes, it should be the early history of just arriving in Rodinia, even before the First Elf War!
Because Mozhi quickly realized the key point of this information - could the so-called Elvish language be Arabic?!
After all, extraordinary abilities come from the elves, and as the cornerstone of extraordinary abilities, the Source Stone must also be named after the elves. From the time he spent with Tyrande, Mozhi is convinced that the elves in his homeland do possess an art.
ancient language
Although the current elves may have mastered the Chinese language through a long history of assimilation, just as Tyrande said, they gradually mastered the language of Alra.
It's just that the pronunciation of Origin Stone has been passed down. In this era where everyone speaks Chinese, Origin Stone still retains an incomprehensible pronunciation.
Uncle Cat once said that the pinyin used for communication is "ancient elvish language". If the speculation is correct, Arabic should be the more ancient "ancient elvish language". The elves gradually learned Chinese, so they learned to use it.
Pinyin, thereby slowly transforming the racial language from "ancient Elvish" to "ancient Elvish"?
This information also shows that the origin of the elves has historical secrets that have not yet been cracked.
It is conceivable that the elves have existed since arriving on the continent of Rodinia. They coexisted with the iron people on the continent, and there would even be a rather long period of assimilation.
If the Ironborn are interstellar immigrants, then what exactly are elves?
Where do they come from? Are they indigenous to Rodinia? No, no. In that case, wouldn’t the elves become aliens? How could aliens look so similar to people on earth?!
It's impossible when you think about it. People with a high school biology level can understand that if aliens really exist, the probability that they look so close to Earthlings is probably less than one in a billion.
Also, how could aliens understand Arabic?!
The elves should be brought over by immigrating humans, or they can only originate from the earth.
Could it be that, in addition to the four major races in the mainland, the elves are Arabs?
No, it shouldn't be like that. The elves do not have the corresponding characteristics of the Arab nation. Moreover, the elves already have extraordinary characteristics that cannot be explained - they have impeccable and perfect looks.
Mo Zhi pondered for a moment, but the group was already discussing it.
Prophecy: [The sequence of the Source Stone is in Arabic? This may be related to the origin of extraordinary abilities?]
【But, why is it in Arabic?!】
Ouyang Ao: [It seems like you actually understand Arabic.]
Knowledge:【Because of ability.】
Desire: [There must be a connection between these. I heard Mr. Xue Xue talk about the conclusion that this continent is an interstellar immigrant. Therefore, the expected immigration history is inevitable. There was even Arabic at that time, but we haven’t uncovered it yet.
It’s just a veil.】
What Ms. Desire said is right. Unpredictable probably agrees with her point of view. This is almost the same as his own analysis.
The only difference is that several fellow villagers in the group don't know about elves.
As for the reason why Mr. "Xueshi" understands Arabic, it is easy to understand. His ability is equivalent to archiving past memories and viewing them at any time, similar to "photographic memory". If you think about it, it is equivalent to having learned it in a previous life.
I have always remembered the English words firmly. Isn’t it true that I have always had the peak level of foreign language ability in high school?
Um, by the way, Mr. Knowledge never went to high school in his last life.
Mo Zhi thought for a moment, then suddenly his heart moved and he asked:
[Mr. Knowledge, if you understand Arabic, I have several pronunciations. I’m not sure if they are Arabic transliterations. Can you help me confirm? 】
Knowledge: [Please tell me!]
Unpredictable exhaled a breath, paused briefly, and manipulated the talisman on the silver ring:
[Anra Albe, and yes, Arruzelo? 】
[Can you find the Arabic transliteration of these three words? 】
【Anra Albe.】Learning:【I will search the memory bank, wait a moment.】
Although several other people in the group didn't understand the reason, they saw that Mr. Xin Mao seemed to have more clues, so they did not interrupt, but quietly watched the two chatting.
After a few seconds, Xuexue replied:
[The first two words are common words and can already be determined]
[Albe means slave! And An'erla means superior person, or noble! 】
Slave! Noble!
Unpredictable feeling like being struck by lightning
Really hammered
It is indeed Arabic!
The word "homeland", which is what Tyrande calls Albe, actually means slave. And Alra means noble!
Alebe is Tyrande's name for the elves themselves, while An'ra is the name for the Ironborn!
Ironborn are nobles, and elves are slaves!
Just from the meaning of these two titles, it is almost certain that the ancient elves are not only connected with the interstellar iron people who arrived here at that time, but the direction of the relationship between the two races is so clear -
Nobles and slaves!
Elves are slaves?
How could he be a slave?
And how can the ironborn be superior people?!
The ranks of the two races are surprising again
And this incomprehensible relationship casts a shadow over that period of history.
Knowledge: [As for Arruzello, this word is not commonly used, but I can roughly guess the meaning, it should be.]
【The land forgotten by God!】
[Oh, by the way, maybe it is more appropriate to call it the Land Abandoned by God, just like the name in "Four Steps Against the Counter"]
The secret realm of Pandora is actually a place abandoned by God?
The so-called secret realm of Pandora is caused by the madness of the high-level contractors, and in the name of the elves, it actually means the land abandoned by the gods.
What was it like when slaves and nobles, elves and ironmen coexisted on the mainland? It feels like the dust of ancient history is spreading before your eyes.
And that period of history may not be like the two elven wars. There are still a few hidden forces that have records, and it may be completely submerged in the long river of time because it is much older.
There is basically no way to recreate that period of history!
Unless you have the ability to recreate the past like Time Saul Underwood.
Mozhi sighed slightly and focused on the Lunar Eclipse meeting again.
Desire: [Mr. Heart Nightmare, where did you get these words? 】
Desire is indeed smart. She has already thought from the origin of these words that I know more. Mobi smiled, shook her head, and replied:
[The pinyin we use is called Ancient Elf Language, and I heard the pronunciation of these words accidentally. 】
【The history of this world seems to be quite long.】
Regarding the elves, there is no need to announce them in the group
Seeing that Mr. Xin Mao had no specific clues, the crowd did not ask any more questions. As for what they thought, it was unpredictable and there was no need to care.
After the chat ended, Mo Zhi picked up the red wine glass next to him and took a long sip.
The slightly sour taste flows down the esophagus, and the initially unbearable spiciness is followed by a wonderful sense of pleasure.
Mo Zhi raised his head and saw two work secretaries looking at him blankly.
He smiled blankly, his face flushed with alcohol, and he tilted his head and joked:
"You two, tsk tsk tsk, you look really delicious."
Of course, it goes without saying that Hong Fang, Sharna’s appearance is also quite good, but Hong Fang is a person who has seen the big world, how can he care about such immature teasing, he shook his head with disdain and looked at Sharna
One glance.
Sharna's face turned red, she avoided the red party's thoughtful gaze and looked at the captain:
"Captain Mo, have you been at the Supervision Office these days? I mean, aren't you going out to do some work?"
Mozhi waved his hand: "It's great here to do knitting work!"
"Spend Pandora's money and enjoy a peaceful life. Hehehe."
Red Fang snorted:
"No ambition."
Sharna also shook her head with a wry smile, got up and went to the captain's bedroom to take care of the so-called "captain's wife" dinner.
Well, that is Xiaobai.
Mo Cai looked at the sky and saw that it was almost time to get off work again. He couldn't help but sigh lowly:
"This old cat doesn't know what he's doing. It's taking so long."
Bancarol City, Adri ghetto.
Sewer Alley.
Stowe · Window · Flowerpot · Bookshelf · Fertilizer Cam LS drunkenly carried the bottle of wine and opened the iron door of his room.
Well, his home only has an open space that is not a yard, and the house is a simple building made of discarded thin iron sheets and stacked wooden boards.
It was getting late at this time, and the thin but young wife was still making a cow dung lamp under the oil lamp. This is a simple small lamp made of dried cow dung and looks like a small bowl. It is used as a lamp during the Cow Dung Festival.
Necessary ceremonial parts will be lit by the Hesse people and put into the Huan River.
At that time, when night falls, thousands of cow dung lanterns will float on the Huan River, which has excellent water quality. It is really beautiful. People will kneel down by the river and make wishes, hoping that the gods of Hesse will protect their safety in the coming month.
The reason why Stowe's wife made such a large number of cow dung lamps was naturally because five cow dung lamps were sold for one copper dollar, which was an indispensable and important monthly income for this family of seven.
Stowe, whose face was full of alcohol, glanced at his dark and thin wife, but smelled the strong musty smell coming from the room, and immediately cursed:
"It's so cute!"
Seeing that her husband looked unkind, the wife immediately put down the cow dung in her hand and did not dare to say another word.
This is a common family situation in Hesse. A passing wife has no status. The same is true in Stowe's family.
It is naturally difficult to please her husband. If she disobeys her even a little bit, what awaits her will be a storm of punches and kicks.
The wife stood up tremblingly, went to the bucket next to her and scooped a ladle of water, washed the cow dung on her hands, and then stood in front of her husband respectfully:
"Did you have meal?"
"I want to make five hundred cow dung lamps today. I haven't had time to cook yet, so I'll do it right now!"
"Go away! I've eaten! Don't bother me!" Stowe waved his hand impatiently, put the wine bottle in his hand on the table, took out half a cigarette from the pocket of his wrinkled and tattered coat, and put it
Light in front of the oil lamp.
However, as I approached the pot of cow dung in front of the oil lamp, I suddenly smelled a strong smell again.
Stowe almost felt sick, so he cursed and took a deep puff of the cigarette, replacing the various strange smells in the room with the smell of smoke.
"Then I'm going to cook. The kids are still picking up trash. I should be home in a while." The wife saw that her husband didn't complain because she didn't finish her work and made the room smelly.
Hit her, he said carefully in surprise and confusion.
Seeing that Stowe still didn't speak, she turned around and went to the open-air kitchen outside the room——
A simple shed was built on one side of the wall, and under the shed was the family's iron pot.
Coarse salt, some yellowed rice, and a small amount of dried corn will make a pot of corn rice that is not too unpalatable.
As for vegetables, there are only two square meters of lettuce planted at the door, and a few lettuce stalks leftover from yesterday's meal. I choked them with half a spoonful of turbid fish oil and mixed them with a small amount of salt. Although the taste is not unpalatable,
But paired with corn rice, it is still a delicious companion.
The key point is that Stowe can't remember clearly. It seems that every meal in the past ten days has been served with lettuce.
Although the children devoured the food, in the opinion of Stowe, who had seen many delicacies, this meal was simply for dogs.
Looking at his wife's thin figure, Stowe sighed and knocked on the door panel with his hand:
"Come in!"
The wife quickly put down her work, walked into the room cautiously, and stood in front of Stowe with her head lowered.
After seemingly hesitating for a few seconds, Stowe reached into his pocket, fumbled for a while, took out a one-silver dollar bill, and threw it on the table.
"Go and buy some pork and cook some meat for the children tonight."
The wife looked at the banknote in confusion, but did not dare to take it immediately, and asked cautiously:
"Have you not gone out to make money recently?"
"There's so much nonsense, just take it!" Stowe cursed impatiently.
The wife then carefully took the money and put it in her breast pocket as if she had found a treasure. However, she still did not turn around and go out. Instead, she stood in front of Stowe thoughtfully.
As if she had made a decision, she suddenly knelt down, stretched out her hands, and hugged Stowe's waist.
She slowly touched her husband's hemp rope belt with her hands, trying to untie it.
Stowe, however, seemed to be furious and took a step back in fright:
"What are you going to do!"
The wife looked up, with deep doubts in the whites of her eyes:
"In order to make you happy."
Only then did Stowe understand what she meant, grinning and shaking his head:
"No, no, you go sell meat and cook!"
The wife did not stand up, but knelt on her knees in a respectful posture, looked up at her husband, and asked carefully and doubtfully:
"You seem to be different these days."
"You're not at home during the day, you don't sleep in bed at night, and you don't eat at home. In short, it's just different from before."
"In the past, after you gave me money, you always asked for it. This time you gave me money and you didn't scold me for using useless things."
"You haven't gone out these days, how come you have money to give me?"
"Where did this money come from?"
Stowe was already impatient and was about to scold him when he heard a clear sound of footsteps coming from outside the room.
Looking up, I saw a figure approaching home quickly.
Stowe smiled and whispered to his wife:
“Isn’t this about going out to make money?”
The wife did not close the door when she entered, but the figure walked directly into the room without any scruples.
Seeing his wife kneeling in the room, the figure was not surprised at all and just winked at Stowe.
Stowe turned around and followed out the door without saying a word.
Follow the figure all the way to the corner outside the room.
"Golden Two Stars, Stowe · Window · Flowerpot · Bookshelf · Fertilizer Kam LS."
While calling Stowe's name, the visitor turned his palm, revealing a wood-carved sign with a gold star and three small stars on it, and said again:
"Wuniu is with you and me!"
Stowe opened his mouth and took out the wooden sign on his waist:
"Hello, Mr. Gold Three Stars!"
"Haha, why don't you call me by my name?" Stowe's superior from the Southern Tribe was a little surprised, but suddenly understood, he turned to look at Stowe's wife who was going out, and lowered his voice:
"Old friend, we have another mission!"
"Talk further away."
The figure moved around again until he reached a deserted place, then turned back and said to Stowe:
"The hunting mission will take place in three days, and we will go to the outskirts of Holy Grail City!"
"This mission requires people with good marksmanship. Come with me this time. You must always remember that we must be Wu Niu's most capable subordinates!"
After thinking about it, Stowe was glad that his wife's interruption happened to make him forget to confirm his name, and he said gracefully:
"Wuniu is with you and me!"
The three-star gold superior nodded and looked at Stowe:
"You seem to be talking a little differently this time!"
Hearing this, Stowe said with a smile:
"I'm so angry with my mother-in-law, what you just saw."
"She forgot to cook in order to make more cow dung lamps! Stupid woman!"
"Yeah" the superior nodded thoughtfully:
"Don't get angry with women, they are just some ignorant trash, tarnishing our noble Hesse men!"
"Hesse is the best Ironborn!"
"We have the best traditions!"
"Our southern tribe will definitely become the most prosperous and powerful super province in the mainland!"
Stowe nodded quickly and repeated these three sentences with a strong sense of ritual:
"Hesse is"
After agreeing on a departure time, the superior turned around and left.
Stowe walked back home slowly while thinking.
My wife has come back and is cutting the pork she just bought with a knife.
The three children also came back, each one very thin. After piling the salable garbage they picked up at the door, they filed in and dragged out the cardboard box from under the bed.
Stowe saw his three thin sons, his equally thin wife, the dilapidated house and the garbage piled up for sale at the door. He thought of his wife's virtuous but humble kneeling posture just now. She spoke in a voice that he could only hear.
Talking disdainfully to oneself:
"That's it, you're so rich and powerful, Hesse is so rubbish!"
When I entered the door, I saw three children gathered around the cardboard box.
Inside the box was a fat, sleeping, yellow cat.
The eldest son saw his father coming in and asked quickly:
"Dad, didn't you say this cat would come back to life? Why is it still sleeping?"
"It's still comatose, it's been three days!"
Stowe resisted the urge to roll his eyes and said with a smile:
"Soon, it will come back to life."
"However, when it comes back to life, it will definitely leave our place."
"Why?" asked the son.
Stowe shrugged: "Because we are too poor."
After dealing with his son, Stowe turned around and sat on the chair, touching the cat bell in his pocket:
