"'Jiaohe' means attack."
"'Jiao Da' means attack at full speed."
"'Jiao Wu' means assemble."
"'Yachana Ba' means general, or commander."
"'Bu Tu' means witch or demon god."
In a reed marsh, Zhang Yang had a reed between his teeth as he earnestly studied the language of the Mirage Tribe Demons.
In roughly a dozen hours, he had learned more than 5,800 Demon words. Of course, their accuracy remained to be tested.
At first, he had intended to use this method to learn about the Demon army, but later, he began to feel that something was off.
The Mirage Tribe Demons' productivity was actually rather backward. They were basically all warriors, each one boasting bulging muscles, bizarre attacks, and grotesquely deformed bodies.
After observing them for several days, Zhang Yang discovered that these Demons had only mastered the most basic necessities of life. They had no civilization to speak of, much less written language.
But that created a contradiction. Whenever the Mirage Tribe Demons assembled, their performance in military formations was remarkably outstanding. Their attainments in tactics and strategy were even enough to leave the human race awestruck.
It was precisely this strange contradiction that prompted Zhang Yang to temporarily give up cultivating and infiltrate the area instead, determined to get to the bottom of it.
Now, after mastering so many Demon syllables, he had finally discovered a clue.
Many of the syllables spoken by the Demons were meaningless.
The syllables they used in daily life numbered only around five hundred. They were mostly simple forms of communication, like sleep, eat, you, me, and it.
Zhang Yang named these syllables the Mirage language.
As for the remaining, far more numerous syllables, Zhang Yang believed they were actually the language of the Abyssal Demon Tribe, or perhaps something related to innate