Magical animals exist, and magical things will always happen. Since Zhao Mai has seen the magical side of wizards, magic and superpowers in this world, he naturally needs to find out. He asked Tolkien to teach him the pronunciation of the remaining spells, and half of them can release magic. Although the effect is somewhat different from the spells used by wizards, this is a zero breakthrough after all!

"Sad Attimuz..." This is a transformed spell. Zhao Mai used it to turn the quill in front of him into a rope. He imagined turning it into a snake, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not produce natural force out of thin air. Other spells also had more or less problems, such as the color and form of the flames were incorrect, or the removal of weapons and armor.

"Don't worry, I guess my pronunciation is a bit wrong. I can see the effect now. When I record it, I should be able to correct it."

"Tolkien, how did you come up with this spell?"

"The Muse found me and inspired me!" Tolkien had a smug expression on his face.

Zhao Mai shook his head, put down his wand, and sat in front of Tolkin: "I don't believe it, tell me in detail."

"Okay. Let me light a cigarette, this is enough for me to brag." Tolkien sorted out his pipe while sorting out his thoughts, and his words also drifted out with the rising smoke of the pipe.

"I have been very interested since I received this incident. I will use your McAmé spell to compare it with the light spell to find the rules. The stone book "The Origin of Magic" also provides me with a lot of ideas. I have also made two spell structures, but I have always felt that something is wrong."

"Two days ago, I had a dream. Two clouds were talking in the dream. The sound was like thunder, wind and rain. After I woke up, the language of the clouds was a little blurry, but it was still in my memory. And I figured out a truth. The mantra we see now is essentially recording the sound, and the words are first and then the words are. The more we develop, the more influence the words are caused by human cultural life. If I push forward with the rules formed later, it is impossible to go back the same way. I have to learn from nature, rather than entangled in people's pronunciation habits."

"I mainly refer to the dialogues of clouds in my dreams. Through the sound of nature, they are divided into different winds, thunders, and thunders, and the analogy is to them. On this basis, I will consider the method of reverse reversal and the progress of the wizard society." Tolkien held his glasses and said, "The language changes in the medieval era, folk customs and folk legends before the Dark Age, ancient poetry and sacrificial texts all gave me some inspiration. My work later became very fast, so I had this thing you saw."

Zhao Mai sincerely gave a thumbs up to express his admiration. "Knowledge is power, and it is really obvious in this matter. In my eyes, your ability is magic."

"Thank you for your praise, but it's not that great. Most of them are inspired by dreams."

Zhao Mai naturally would not miss this detail: "Dream". He always remembers to observe Tolkien, hoping to find the relationship between his works and the world that can be crossed. The spell language that Zhao Mai uses now is a "academic work" for Tolkien, and it is also a real spell system. When Tolkien created this language, the dream he mentioned was likely the influence of a certain time and space world on him.

"With the excitement now, let's sort out this spell and make it more accurate." Zhao Mai decided to strike while the iron was hot, and regardless of whether Tolkien had any other things, he pulled him to start working.

The two of them were busy until the stars were everywhere and yawned. Tolkien could not hold on anymore, and Zhao Mai continued to instill various "improvement requirements" into his mind. Finally, Tolkien fell asleep in Zhao Mai's room, accompanied by snoring, and was still muttering about the spell language in his mouth.

Zhao Mai moved a chair and sat next to Tolkien, put his hand on his head, and then let himself enter the green dream. Xiaohua also followed him in, shook her finger and said to Zhao Mai: "Did you deliberately make him so tired?"

"Yes." Zhao Mai nodded: "Tolkien is my idol. In my era, his fantasy works created a new era. Xiaohua, you are from Graleon, but you also saw that there are related information such as "Glaleon Settings" in my world. Tolkien will also write books later. His mind is connected to other worlds in some way, just like a taxi. The spell this afternoon is not simple, I think it is also a connection at the world level."

"In this way, green dreams are indeed the best way." The little flower leaned closer to Tolkien and looked at the natural force fluctuations emitted from him. "How can I help you?"

"You are more sensitive to the natural force than me." Zhao Mai touched Xiaohua's head and felt the elastic feel of red fluffy hair. In the green dream, all the signals received by the natural force are provided by the natural force, so Xiaohua, who has no physical body, feels exactly the same as a real person. "Tolkien learned some psychic powers from me, and I can communicate with it and stare at his brain activity."

"So you were prepared!"

"I'm not interested in planting willows. I'm not a master of prophecy who predicted the uncertainty. I could have predicted this scene a few months ago. I taught Tolkien the supernatural powers of the mind were purely out of interest and friendship." Zhao Mai gently flicked Xiaohua's forehead, "Stop talking, concentrate, he may start dreaming at any time."

Tolkien was so tired that he soon fell into a deep sleep. In the hazy state, he heard the sound of fighting between clouds again.

This time the dream was clearer than last time. The hills on the vast grassland were rolling and the green weeds grew taller than their knees. Tolkien stood on the grass, his legs were entangled by the grass, and he could not move at all. He could only turn around and look into the distance.

The prairie is quite monotonous, with no flowers or trees, nor traces of animals. The only thing moving around is the clouds in the sky. A colorful cloud slowly moved from the south, while the other three directions were covered with dark clouds, and rushed over with great momentum.

The clouds began to make dull sounds again, full of power and emotion, and the whole world crawled down to listen to Yun Duo's language. Tolkien stood on the grass and looked up, listening hard and remembering with sincerity, hoping that he could say more to Zhao Mai after waking up.

At this time, not far from him, the grass twisted and suddenly began to grow taller, and soon turned into a human figure with a head, torso and limbs. Although the grass man had no facial features, Tolkien felt that it gave people a familiar feeling. In his surprised gaze, the grass man pulled his grass legs out of the ground with force, then squatted down, approached a small flower at his feet and said a few words. The flower was delicate and cute, with red petals, white flower stems, green leaves, and black roots.
Chapter completed!