The battle between Levy and Su Qiao 'er was very fierce. Both of them were so fast that even the average senior adventurers in the audience could not see their movements clearly, let alone the ordinary civilians. Both of their attacks were extremely powerful. Every time the axe, spear, and arrow collided, there was a thunderous sound and a dazzling electric light. If it weren't for the powerful divine protection around the ring, the aftermath of their battle alone would have killed and injured the audience.
In the face of such a fierce battle, the blond commentator wearing the magic glasses was also somewhat helpless. He could see the battle clearly, but he was not the lightning-fast talker Wang Yuyan in Jin Yong's novels. It was impossible for him to keep up with the speed of the battle — even if he could keep up, it would be useless, because the audience could not understand that high-speed language.
In the previous battles, he had also encountered such a situation. At that time, he always chose some thrilling and exciting parts of the battle to explain, and he was finally able to cope with the situation. But this time, the battle between the two sides was exciting, and there was almost no moment that was not exciting, and there was no move that was not thrilling. He could not choose the exciting parts to explain at all.
After thinking about it, Sui Xiong's consistent mischievous spirit broke out. He simply ignored the battle between the two sides, randomly picked out a passage from his memory called "Chushi" and recited it.
"The late Emperor was not even halfway through his establishment, and the middle path collapsed. Today, the lower three parts are divided, and Yizhou is exhausted. This is the autumn of crisis …"
"Huh? What is he saying? "
The audience was talking about it. They did not understand why this commentator, who liked to talk nonsense but was at least somewhat reliable, said something that no one could understand.
There were also spellcasters who used "Language Proficiency" to try to understand Sui Xiong's words. However, the spell Language Proficiency could only let them understand the meaning of Sui Xiong's words. There was no way to get the allusions and the entire background of the article in "Chushi" through this spell. Therefore, they didn't quite understand what he was saying, and they were at a loss.
Someone asked the spellcasters around them, and they could only answer, "I don't understand either."
"There are words that even Language Proficiency can't understand? Could it be some kind of advanced magic language? "
"No … I can understand the words, but the meaning is hard to understand." A young mage explained to his friend, "He's talking about a country where the old king is dead and the new king is not very reliable. The country is in a bad state, so the Grand Consul is going to lead the army on an expedition to fight against the country's powerful enemies. There seems to be some background to this battle, but I don't understand. Now the Grand Consul is recalling the time when he met the old king. He said, 'I was still a commoner back then. The late king promoted me, and I worked very hard.' I'm not sure what the details are, and I don't understand. 'It has been twenty-one years since then.'"
"… What does this have to do with a duel?" His friend complained.
"Maybe my level of magic is limited, and I misinterpreted it." The young mage said unconfidently.
Similar conversations took place everywhere in the audience. Who knew how many people were very puzzled, not understanding what the commentator was doing.
"Chu Shi Biao" was not long. Even though Sui Xiong, who was a commentator, tried to recite it in a slow tone, it only took him a short while to finish.
At this time, the battle between Levy and Su Qiao Er was still fiercely going on. The speed of the battle did not decrease at all, and the thrill and excitement of the battle did not change at all.
The commentator thought for a moment, sighed, and began to recite the Ode to the Red Cliff again.
"In the autumn of Renxu, the seventh month was just around the corner. Su Zi and his guest were sailing under the Red Cliff. The breeze was gentle, and the water was calm … "
"What is he talking about this time?"
"He is talking about the scenery, a very beautiful scenery."
"Is he a bard?"
"… Thinking about it carefully, he should be."
"But what does the scenery have to do with the duel?"
"… The Grand Consul is going to go on an expedition. Does it have anything to do with the duel?"
In the sky, Javier, who knew the true identity of the commentator, could not help but ask curiously, "What are you talking about? The first part feels very heroic and epic, and the description of the scenery in the second part is a classic … But I have never heard of this kind of language. "
Sui Xiong laughed dryly and explained the reason.
When everyone knew that he simply had no way to explain, so he simply found a few articles to make up the number, they could not help but laugh.
After laughing, Javier asked about the source of these articles, hoping to get more of them.
Although he was not the God of Culture, there was also culture and art in the field of divine power, and he was also full of love for literature and art. Since he had encountered wonderful articles and classic works, there was no reason for him to let go of them.
Sui Xiong thought for a moment and told him, "These articles all come from a civilization in a different world, and it is very complicated to explain specifically … I really can't explain in detail."
"Then … Can you teach me that language?" Javier took a step back and said, "It has a beautiful rhythm to it. I think it's worth learning."
Sui Xiong did not mind, so he packed up all the knowledge of Chinese Pinyin and passed it to Javier.
As a god, Javier had great power and wisdom, and it only took him one or two minutes to completely understand and master Chinese Pinyin. However, he still could not understand the article that Sui Xiong was reciting.
Oh, the Ode to the Red Cliff had been recited, and Sui Xiong was now reciting the Serpent Catcher.
"The wild snake of Yongzhou: black and white, all plants and trees die when it touches them; it bites people, and no one can resist it …"
"Oscar, my friend, what you have taught me cannot be used to understand the article that you are reciting!" Javier complained. "I still don't understand."
"That's not right. My Mandarin is quite standard …" Sui Xiong said with some guilt.
"I can understand every word, but I can't understand the meaning of every word!" Javier smiled bitterly. "Now I can recite these articles like you. But to me, they were still words with vague meanings. My recitation is equivalent to smearing ink on a slate and then rubbing it with white paper. Although the content is the same, in fact, it does not help at all to understand. "
Sui Xiong's eyes rolled a few times, and he hesitated again and again. Finally, he was embarrassed to tell Oscar that the detailed explanation and specific content of these words involved too much knowledge, and many of them were personal secrets, so it was not convenient to pack them up and pass them on.
Javier was not stubborn, and he just sighed deeply.
"So, can I ask you about the story behind these articles?" Oscar asked. "Tell me what you think you can tell me. Of course, you don't have to say anything if you can't. "
Sui Xiong immediately patted his chest and promised, and then he explained the Serpent Catcher to Oscar.
"This article is actually used to criticize tyranny," Oscar said. He said, "The key line is, 'Who knows if there is a snake among all the poisons in the world' …"
"My friend, I can understand that this article is criticizing tyranny," Javier said. "I can understand it."
"… Then what do you want to ask?"
Javier sighed, and he asked about some allusions and background settings that he could not understand one by one.
On the arena, the commentator, who had already finished reciting the Serpent Catcher, hesitated a little, and then began to recite the Charcoal Seller.
Sui Xiong was really not a good student in the past. Although he had learned many classic poems and essays, when he wanted to recite them now, there were very few who could really recite the whole thing.
He was already a little distressed. If Levy and Su Qiao 'er fought for too long, and he had memorized everything he could remember, what should he do?
Could it be that he really had to learn the passages in the King of Destruction, and randomly find a few books to read?
If that was the case, it would be too embarrassing! Even if his skin was thicker than the city wall, he would still feel embarrassed!
Fortunately, things did not develop to that point, and an accident interrupted his explanation.
About when he recited, "Who are the two riders coming? The yellow-clothed messenger, Bai Shan 'er. " At this time, a powerful aura suddenly rose in the south of the Main Plane, turning into a five-colored glow, and shot straight into the sky.
What followed was the cheering of the source power of the world, and it surged wildly.
At this moment, all the gods in the world felt it, and many of them cried out involuntarily, "Someone has become a god!"
It was not common for mortals to become gods. On average, it was estimated that only one person would become a god every few hundred years. It was already considered a lot for two people to become gods in a hundred years. But … it had not even been ten years since the last mortal became a god, and since the birth of the God of Knowledge!
"Could it be … that it is time for fate to be agitated again, and the era of great changes?" Some of the veteran gods could not help but be secretly shocked.
Although they were not sure of the origin of this person who had become a god, just from the degree of the source power vibration, they could feel that this person was absolutely extraordinary!
Even if he had not become a god, he was still an extremely terrifying master!
And this vibration and strange phenomenon naturally affected the mortals. All the mortals, including the two people who were fighting fiercely in the arena, could not help but stop and look toward the south in confusion.
At this moment, a high-level wizard from the Mifata Federation suddenly came to his senses and cheered loudly.
"It's Master Ymir Lamperus! He has finally become a god! "
As if corresponding to this cheer, an old but very calm voice sounded, accompanied by the agitation of the source power, reverberating in the world.
"I am Ymir Lamperus, the creator and guardian of the Mifata Federation, the pursuer of the mysteries of spells, and the highest and strongest spellcaster. I am the protector and guide of all spellcasters. I protect the essence of the mysteries of spells, protect the inheritance of spells, and also protect the great wisdom. "
Hearing this, Wall's face changed instantly.
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