The savage priest rushed over and gesticulated wildly at Situ for a long time.
Situ nodded and uttered a few words of casual conversation. Then he said to everyone, "The other side has started moving; it looks like we'll have to fight again today."
Everyone stood up and followed Situ to the high point of the hillside. They saw that the opposite hillside was densely packed with savages, staring menacingly at them.
Petru watched for a moment and said dismissively, "Their formation is scattered and disorganized; they're just a bunch of rabble. If we organize ourselves a little, one charge will scatter them."
"Nonsense!" Boris retorted. "You think this is Africa tribal war? You think these savages are pirates? You think they'll obey you just because you show them your Redbeard? Their tactics are nothing like that! If you don't understand, don't spout nonsense!"
Petru retorted, "What's the difference? Aren't they all human? They don't obey me, but they obey Mr. Stone!"
Situ laughed and said, "These people's tactics are different from ours. Their formations seem scattered, and they appear to fight without any strategy. If you underestimate them because of this, you'll be wrong."
He raised the scepter in his hand. "This thing can not only manipulate the island's Mental Power Field, but also unite the entire tribe into a cohesive whole. The wielder uses it to directly command the brain and consciousness of each individual, transforming the tribe into a giant octopus. The wielder is the octopus's brain, and each person is one of its tentacles. As you all know, octopuses have a distributed nervous system; each tentacle can independently cope with the external environment and hunt, yet it is also controlled by the brain, enabling unified action."
"So amazing?" Petru stared blankly at the silver scepter in Situ's hand, which looked like a mix of metal and stone.
"It's truly amazing!" Situ said. "When the battle took place, the entire tribe became one with me. Everyone's attack or retreat felt like my own hands and feet were moving, and every casualty felt like my own limbs were being severed."
Petru sighed, "If it's really as you say, with no obstacles to information transmission on the battlefield and the command system operating at its maximum efficiency, that would be truly terrifying! If a modern army had such means..."
For some reason, two giant octopuses suddenly popped into Qingmu's mind, one in the Pacific Ocean and the other in the Atlantic Ocean, their tentacles crawling up the Americas continent and attacking each other in the Andes Mountains.
Thinking of octopuses, Qingmu recalled Liu Huaian, the Madman who had told him in a madman's manner, "I am two-faced," and then, while explaining Internet Consciousness to him, had spouted a whole bunch of theories about octopuses and neurons.
The savages on the other side didn't charge forward, and the savages on this side didn't move either. It seemed that after yesterday's evenly matched battle, the two great wizards felt that neither of them could gain the upper hand.
Qingmu didn't understand one thing: they were all savages, so why did the two groups have to fight to the death when they met? Even if they couldn't coexist peacefully, couldn't they just find another place on such a big island?
Before he could voice his question, the Crow spoke up, " Guagua, caw, do these savages on both sides know each other?"
It's obvious to everyone that the two savages don't know each other, but the Crow's words raise a question: are the savages related?
Mrs. Larry said, "I just overheard Mr. Stone's conversation with the savages and noticed that their language has similarities in pronunciation and rhythm to the language of the savages opposite us, but I can't understand it. This suggests that they may have the same origin but have undergone a long period of differentiation."
"Indeed, Madam is an expert in this area! She can determine the relationship between two languages just by listening to a few sentences and understanding the rules of pronunciation," Situ said with admiration.
"Could I borrow your scepter to take a look?" Mrs. Larry suddenly asked.
Everyone knows the importance of this scepter; it's the symbol of power in the savage tribe, granting the holder the authority to command the entire tribe! Furthermore, it can manipulate the island's Mental Power Field, controlling the thoughts and actions of the savages. In short, possessing this scepter on this mysterious island truly makes one a god-like being!
Moreover, with the two armies facing off in a tense moment, who would easily hand over the reins to another?
Just when everyone thought Mrs. Larry's request was a bit excessive, Situ handed the scepter to Mrs. Larry without the slightest hesitation, saying, "Please take it and look at it."
Qingmu's impression of Situ improved even further. He liked such an open and honest person; dealing with such a person was effortless. He was a lazy person and didn't like guessing what others were thinking.
Mrs. Larry took the scepter, examined it from beginning to end, and then pointed to a symbol on it, saying, " Mr. Stone, do you recognize this?"
"I was just about to ask you, Madam," Situ said politely. "I learned their language purely by chance; I know absolutely nothing about philology. Does Madam consider this a kind of writing system?"
Mrs. Larry nodded and said, "I've seen similar symbols on the scepter of that savage chief across the way, and on some old pottery from their tribe."
Situ said, "Unfortunately, when I took over the scepter, their tribal village had already been destroyed, so I never saw any of their tools. However..."
He paused for a moment, then said, "There used to be an altar on the island, where I found some symbols that looked like writing. I think... it might be a higher-dimensional language."
"You saw it too!" Mrs. Larry exclaimed happily. "We also found similar writing on the altar. Like you, I think it might be a projection of four-dimensional language into three-dimensional space. What we see are two-dimensional symbols similar to Chinese characters. Mr. Qingmu said he can understand some of it..."
Situ looked at Qingmu with some surprise, but didn't ask anything. She just smiled and said, "If that's the case, we can study it together. I always felt that the text I saw was incomplete. Perhaps it would be complete if combined with the one you found, Madam."
Qingmu recalled how he felt when he saw the words Mrs. Larry had written on the ground, and suddenly realized that when he saw those words, he felt like he understood them, but also like he didn't. It turned out that the words were incomplete.
Two-dimensional text is incomplete; no matter how broken it is, you can still recognize some words. But three-dimensional text is solid; if it is incomplete, it will collapse. Just like a house, when it becomes a pile of building materials, you can never see its original shape.
He didn't know whether what Mrs. Larry wrote was due to incomplete information that collapsed into the materials that make up the information, or, as Mrs. Larry said, it was simply a projection of four-dimensional language onto three dimensions, thus appearing as two-dimensional.
If Situ had a portion of it, what would the total be like?
Qingmu suddenly felt an itch in his mind; something was eagerly trying to escape.
But then a whooshing sound came from afar again, and everyone tensed up, because this time the sound wasn't coming from the opposite direction, but from another direction.
Birds took flight in fright, tree shadows swayed, and some savages emerged from the woods, appearing on another high ground to their side.
Situ took the scepter back from Mrs. Larry and laughed, "The landlord here has come to kick us out!"