At the entrance of the research institute.
A large number of researchers in white lab coats were already waiting.
"Cough... cough... "
Before entering the research institute, the researchers had already handed the elder a few pictures. After a fit of severe coughing, the elder stuffed the blood-stained handkerchief back into his pocket and looked at the patterns extracted in the photos, murmuring somewhat absently.
"It's this, it's this..."
"This is the Goblin Civilization, an ancient script of the goblins, with a profoundly rooted history. The Goblin Civilization is also an extremely ancient civilization, its historical roots can even be traced back to the moment of Human Civilization's existence."
"These patterns generally only appear in the tombs of the goblin nobility."
"The meaning of this phrase is—"
"'All tribes come here, all must kneel.'
"'The place where this hall stands is the center of the Cosmos.'
As the words fell.
