The layer upon layer of sounds, one after another, one after another, echoed in the forest like the echo of the valley.
When the human translation team was moving, the elves became a little restless. The soldiers raised their swords, and the magic elves' wands and gems lit up. Several deliberately disguised high-level priests were hidden in different positions in the team, ready to enter the battle at any time.
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At first glance, this elf team only has a few hundred people. The officer Harold standing in the front attracts all the attention. However, in the team, there are several elves who are stronger than Harold!
Corresponding to humans, it is the fifth grade.
However, when the strangers on the opposite side who were dressed in strange clothes and of different ages used various means to pass on messages that were different but had similar meanings, the elves all showed expressions of surprise.
"Is that... communication magic? Telepathy? Or something else?"
"No, it's not like magic. Although it still uses similar original power, but... the way of using it is different. It is fundamentally different from us." An elf magic priest wearing a green robe held a staff in his left hand.
He opened his five fingers on his right hand, felt the fine energy in the air, and judged.
It is also a force.
Different civilizations use it differently.
Just like...it's the same gunpowder, some are used to make firecrackers and fireworks, and some are used to make guns and artillery.
This different way of presenting power immediately attracted the attention and interest of many powerful elves, however...
They pay more attention to the information sent by the other party:
Hello, elf.
Since translation uses a power similar to "telepathy" as a medium, what Sun Xiaohan and the others translated were not accurate words.
There are no words "Hello" and "Elf", but a thought, like a look between acquaintances, understanding.
It's an idea.
A friendly way of greeting strangers when they meet for the first time.
"They...are saying hello to us?"
An adjutant next to Harold whispered softly. His face was very solemn before, but now he has become much more relaxed.
Although I don’t understand what’s going on, it would be a good thing if the other party is a friendly civilization.
He looked at the young officer beside him.
Instead of looking at each other, Harold, who was wearing shining armor, holding a fine and gorgeous giant bow with both hands, and had blond hair, took a deep breath, looked at the human team, and said: "Hello, aliens, may I ask you a question?
Where did you come from? What do you want to do when you get here?"
The translators immediately began to analyze his language, but unlike the expression, this time, one-third of the practitioners in the entire translation team were at a loss.
Obviously, their abilities cannot be analyzed in reverse.
Some of the remaining two-thirds of the practitioners were in a daze and missed the first moment, scrambling to make amends. Some frowned with difficulty, thinking about the hidden meaning in the unknown language and how to express it.
There was silence for a few seconds.
Finally, Sun Xiaohan, who was standing at the edge, was the first to speak bravely. She looked at where the diplomats, headquarters representatives, and He Shouwu were standing, and said nervously in a childish voice that sounded like a recital: "They greeted us, and then
… Asking where we come from, what we do here, and what we do.”
At this moment, countless eyes from the human and elven worlds were focused on him. Sun Xiaohan immediately became nervous, but he bravely looked back after feeling the warm hands of the old man beside him.
Language experts began to record and analyze the Elvish language.
After a few more seconds, the second translator spoke a similar sentence.
And then the third one…
For such a major event, every translation requires repeated digital translation and cross comparison to ensure that there are no errors.
So, in this big forest, on a straight branch of the World Tree as wide as a road, next to the faint rising black smoke.
The two teams confront each other.
Through the translation team as a medium.
The first exchange between the two civilizations was carried out difficultly and intensely.
For a moment, in the entire audience, except for representatives from both sides, the rest of the soldiers were silent.
Not far from Harold, on the branch of a slightly hanging branch, two elf soldiers stood side by side.
They were carefully raising their pointed ears to catch the few words in the wind.
Suddenly, one of the elves frowned and let out a low "hiss" sound.
Subconsciously, he reached out his right hand and touched the skin on the right side of his neck.
"What's wrong?" the colleague next to him asked in a low voice.
"It's okay, I just felt a sudden pain, as if I was bitten by an insect."
The elf didn't turn his head and just whispered something.
Then he sensed the sight of the officer in front of him sweeping towards him. He quickly retracted his right hand, held the weapon, and looked forward.
Of course he couldn't know.
Just now, a long red mark appeared silently on the skin of the back of his neck.
The red marks are slender and sharp.
Rather than saying that the skin was stretched out by a string... it was more like... a wound.
A strange wound cut by a sharp blade without cutting the skin!
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African continent.
The full name is Africa.
This huge landmass, one of the seven continents in the world, is located south of Europe, west of Asia, bounded by the Indian Ocean to the east and the Atlantic Ocean to the west. It has an area of 30.2 million square kilometers and supports a population of about 1.2 billion.
Central Africa.
Somewhere on the border of a small country.
On a barren land, there is a huge shadow with almost no end in sight.
Because it straddles the equator, the sun here is always hot and dazzling. At this moment, in the distant sky, the Golden Crow Blazing Sun is still spitting out heat mercilessly.
However, the light and heat that had always been unfavorable in the past were blocked this time by a huge object.
As a result, a rare huge shadow appeared on the ground.
That's projection.
That's a floating land.
There were early warnings when this floating continent appeared. However, due to its geographical location and the weak power of the local government and many other comprehensive reasons, the projection was really noticed much later than other projections around the world.
Even more so, because the locals had never seen a projection before, especially this time the projection was so large that it could not fit in the entire field of view. Wherever the projection appeared, it also caused agitation and panic among the local residents.
After receiving the news, the local officials used their few planes to conduct a patrol and were extremely excited. However, they did not wait for long before they were poured cold water from head to toe by practitioners from various countries who came in droves.
The meaning of the practitioners, using more elegant words, is probably "the treasures of heaven, materials and earth are inhabited by virtuous people."
In human terms, it's like, "You trash guys, step aside, this projection belongs to us!"
There are a total of six projections in the world this time.
One in Xia Kingdom.
A federal building.
A building of the Soviet Union.
A European one.
Australia has one of its own.
The last one is this one in Central Africa.
Since the first four buildings all appeared in the territory of several major countries (alliances), they were completely swallowed up, and other countries could not get their hands on them at all.
The one in Australia is a little special. Probably because of the weak power of practitioners in this country, the local government simply issued a policy to welcome countries from the World Alliance to come and explore together.
To put it bluntly, the cake is too big for me to eat.
I simply invited a group of neighbors to be honest and signed a contract, so they could come over and share the money together.
As a landowner, any resources the country obtains from here must be handed over to the local government in a certain proportion.
Of course, it can also be converted into resources such as currency, food, and metal.
This naturally triggered a round of frantic fighting. Although a projector was large, the fewer partners, the better.
So after a lot of overt and covert fighting on and off the negotiating table, in the end, except for the countries that had their own projections, the remaining strongest countries were qualified for the partition.
After the contract was signed, the faces of the major countries sank and they kicked out all the other small countries that came to join in the fun.
There are more than 200 countries in the world, and almost every country has some practitioners to some extent.
In the past, there were many projections, which was fine.
This time it's different.
Everyone was kicked out, staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and went back home unwilling to give in. The major projections now have their own masters, and they can't afford to offend them.
Finally, everyone counted... Hey, this part of Africa seems a bit interesting, huh?
Without strong government rule, the Central African Projection immediately became a lordless land.
Therefore, practitioners of all sizes around the world, whether they are official monks in certain countries, practitioners supported by financial groups, or illegal practitioners wandering in the underground world, or some who are not even practitioners, but
Forces with relatively high force value...all swarmed into this land.
Everyone showed their magical powers and tried their best to board the floating continent and began to plunder brutally.
for a while.
An orderly and large-scale organizational exploration that is different from the other five major projections.
Countless practitioners started a disorderly, unreasonable, most brutal, bloody, and unreasonable plundering feast here.
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Project somewhere.
A corner of the dense forest.
An exploration team controlled by a certain consortium has just completed a killing spree.
"Tick tock."
A ferocious-looking man wearing a body armor slowly took back the spirit weapon held in his right hand.
The blade of the knife, which already had several gaps, was covered with fine pieces of flesh and blood. The blood dripped down along the blood groove and fell into the green grass on the ground, turning into a puddle of scarlet.
"Bah! This damn thing almost made a comeback!"
The man spit out spit mixed with blood and cursed angrily. At the same time, he stuffed a black pistol in his left hand into the holster on his waist.
On the ground in front of him were scattered several orange bullet casings.
The faint smell of gunpowder permeates the air.
In the grass.
A warm corpse fell limply.
The corpse was wearing exotic leather armor, probably made from the skin of some kind of monster. A bow fell into the grass two meters away. His right hand moved forward hard, trying to grasp a handful of grass blades.
The knife was only a few centimeters away from catching it.
Now, these few centimeters are eternity.
He was lying on the ground, his body twitching abnormally, and there were several bullet holes scattered on his back and legs.
On the back of the neck, a slender, sharp, shocking, scarlet scar was cut open by the spirit soldiers!!
A thin red mark!
Deep enough to see the bones!
"Peng!"
The vicious man raised his leg and kicked the corpse over with his blood-stained leather boots, revealing the corpse's handsome face and pointed ears!
This is an elf soldier!
He lay on his back, making a gurgling sound in his throat.
The wild laughter that gradually drifted away echoed in my ears.
On that young and delicate face, there is a pair of green eyes, like a lake of stagnant water.
A hollow reflection of the shattered sky above.
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