Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 468 Communication

Hearing Zhang Ang's words, the panic on the faces of the soldiers on the deck did not disappear, but they became more confused.

Obviously, they still couldn't understand Zhang Ang's words.

It's really different from the previous life
Sighing, Zhang Ang made a move, of course not using saber energy, but pressing acupuncture points!

Countless invisible internal energy swept across the deck, and the soldiers, whether they were standing, sitting down, or running away, all stopped and remained motionless, like stone statues.

But Zhang Ang didn't restrain those officers. After all, he didn't come here to kill them all, but to obtain information, to obtain all information about that extreme western continent.

Although myths and legends often have distortions and exaggerations, since the "First Emperor" can shatter the entire continent with one blow, there is no doubt that he must have extremely strong strength!In Zhang Ang's view, the peak and even the title-level martial saints can only destroy a city with one blow at most. Even the legendary Christian Martial God, there is no such exaggeration in the records about him destructive power.

It can be deduced from this that the "First Emperor" is likely to have a powerful strength above the level of a martial arts god!In other words, the first level of Valkyrie is not the highest level capped, there may be a higher level above it!And if he wanted to go home, even if he finally shattered the void and became a god of martial arts, he might still be far from the standard of Xuanwu Hall!
However, since the "First Emperor" has such great strength, why are his subordinates, these soldiers, and even officers, all ordinary people?Zhang Angzai carefully observed these soldiers and officers. They are indeed stronger than ordinary people, but that is the result of long-term physical training. The officer with the most exquisite armor has no internal strength at all!
With deep doubts, Zhang Ang stepped forward and came to the officer with the most exquisite armor.

The senior officer looked a little ugly, his hand holding the knife was trembling, the tiger's mouth had already been shattered, blood was flowing down the handle of the knife, the knife in his hand was also broken during the crazy slashing just now, and the blade was rolled up , has been completely unusable.

Looking at Zhang Ang who was walking slowly, and looking at the stone statue-like soldiers around him, he was yelling and ordering something frantically. Although his face was full of fear and panic, his eyes were full of unwillingness and resignation. tenacious.

This is the look of a real warrior!As expected of a high-ranking officer, he is of good quality, much better than the other junior officers who were completely frightened, paralyzed on the ground, and urinated all over the floor.

Moreover, most importantly, he still maintains the most basic rationality and is able to communicate.

Since there is a language barrier, it can only be done in a stupid way.

That's painting!
After all, Zhang Ang is a man who ran a comic club, and he also drew hundreds of maps on martial arts secret books in Xuanwu Hall on weekdays. Although his painting skills are not as good as those of the painters in Vienna, they are still of a certain standard. At least the things he draws It's not hard to understand.

What he uses to paint is not paper and pen, but inner energy, but the natural force of heaven and earth.

The natural forces of heaven and earth change shapes and colors in Zhang Ang's hands, forming two moving images.

On the left is a ferocious guy who is madly killing a group of people, with flesh and blood flying everywhere.

On the right is a person with a smiling face. He put down his weapon, took out flowers, food and wine, and handed them to the front.

Then Zhang Ang waved his hand, and the image on the left disappeared, leaving only the one on the right. Then Zhang Ang pointed to the image, then pointed to himself, and smiled.

The meaning of this expression is very clear, expressing that he is not an enemy, but came with goodwill.

Seeing the image drawn by Zhang Ang out of thin air, the panic on the senior officer's face became less, and he stopped yelling, but his expression was still full of vigilance.

He yelled to Zhang Ang twice, then pointed to the soldiers who were not moving around, with an anxious look on his face, and then he continued to babble.

Zhang Ang understood what he meant, and didn't mind showing a little sincerity. With a wave of his hand, invisible and colorless inner energy flew, and the soldiers' acupoints were unlocked one by one, regaining their ability to move.

Looking at the recovered soldiers, the panic on the officer's face faded slightly, but he still didn't relax, and kept a certain distance from Zhang Ang.

Seeing his appearance, Zhang Ang waved his hand, the original image disappeared, and a new image appeared.

It was a table, and there were two people sitting on each side of the table. They opened and closed their mouths, as if they were talking to each other.

Then Zhang Ang pointed to the image, pointed to the other party, and pointed to himself, expressing his meaning: I want to have a good talk with you.

The senior officer did not answer immediately, but stared at Zhang Ang, hesitated for a long time, then turned around and gave several orders to the soldiers and several other officers, and then waved for Zhang Ang to follow.

Zhang Ang also understood what he meant, followed the officer, entered the cabin along the stairs, and then turned around and entered a room.

This room is very large, filled with tables, and the tables are also full of things. Most of them are rolled up drawings, and some are strangely shaped objects whose purpose cannot be discerned. Most of them are made of metal, like some kind of instrument, but the purpose cannot be discerned.

In the center of this room, there is also an old man with white hair and gorgeous robes standing.

He looked at the senior officer, then at Zhang Ang, his expression became strange.

Seeing the old man's expression, the senior officer immediately opened his mouth and started talking with him. They spoke very fast, and they didn't start arguing, but they quarreled very fiercely, and they didn't stop talking for nearly 10 minutes.

Then they cleared a table, moved out two chairs, and invited Zhang Ang to sit down.

Immediately afterwards, the old man also took out a pen and paper and put it on the table.

Obviously, the other party also wanted to talk.

So, Zhang Ang also sat down carelessly, waved his hand, and another image appeared.

It was a ship. It left the port and was moving fast on the sea.

Zhang Ang pointed to the port, then to the other party, and asked, "Where are you from?"

Although he was very surprised to see Zhang Ang draw the image out of thin air, the old man still calmed down and began to draw the image on the paper.

He first drew a big circle, and then wrote a symbol in it, which seemed to be a hieroglyph, and then he pointed to the big circle, pointed to himself, and indicated that he came from this place.

Then, he drew a lot of simple ships, which looked like a fleet, and then he pointed to one of them, and pointed to himself, indicating that he was sitting on this ship.

Then the old man drew another heavy rain and a storm, and the ship left the fleet and appeared on the open sea.Obviously, he meant that his ship broke away from the fleet and got lost.

Zhang Ang understood what he meant, nodded, and waved his hand again, showing another image.

In this way, Zhang Ang communicated with this group of visitors from the oriental civilization in the simplest and original way.

(End of this chapter)