"Mr. Frank, I'm leaving right away, but before I leave, I want to ask you something. Could you please give me a little more time?" The Mengmai Circus is leaving, indicating that the exciting and exciting day has passed. Zhang
Dali felt indescribably tired. He even wanted to take a nap in the game, but he didn't. Because life is more than just fighting. When the old day passes, a new day comes. In order to live, he
We must muster up a strong spirit and devote ourselves to the battle of the new day.
"What's the matter?" Frank asked doubtfully as he carefully took off the flag and rolled it up.
"I would like to ask you whether these magic runes contain magic, or can they be turned into magic at any time?" From the moment he entered Frank's tent, Zhang Dali became concerned about the runes floating all over the tent. The last time he left
At that time, he was so preoccupied that he forgot to ask Frank about the magic runes. Now was the last chance, and he couldn't miss it again.
"Can't you feel it?" Frank asked.
"I can feel it, but I don't know how you can do it. Mr. Frank, you let me see what magic is. I think I will never be able to forget these mysterious magic runes in my life. I don't know if you can satisfy me.
My little wish, simply tell me how you can make such magic runes?" The patterns of magic runes are complicated and mysterious. They look very profound and do not look like they can be made easily. Zhang Dali is not
He hoped that Frank would really tell him how to make magic runes. But it would be good to get some information. Zhang Dali felt that a smart mind like him might be able to find out the secret to making magic runes based on clues.
Frank, who had already put the flag into his storage ring, raised his head and glanced at Zhang Dali, and then said in a very solemn tone: "I smell the dragon's breath from you, tell me, undead, will you?"
Dragon language?"
Hearing Frank change the topic and thinking to himself, "Are you planning to make a deal with me?" Zhang Dali felt happy and replied: "Yes, Mr. Frank."
"Then do you know dragon language magic?" Hearing Zhang Dali's answer, the wrinkles on Frank's face slowly unfolded like buds in the morning.
"Yes, but I only know one kind." When Frank asked, Zhang Dali felt even more amused, so he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.
"I can see that you are very proud of this." He reached out and pinched a blue magic rune floating on his shoulder into his hand. Frank threw the magic rune out of the tent and said at the same time: "If you want to know
How to make these magic runes, then you can write down the dragon language magic chanting eulogies you know and give them to me."
The magic runes thrown by Frank exploded in mid-air with a snap of Frank's fingers, and an icy rain suddenly fell under the cool but not cold night sky outside the tent, which was small but not insignificant.
The densely packed cones of ice fell to the ground like spears, immediately smashing all the lush green grass on the grassland to pieces. The clumping black mud that originally lived under the grass was also bombarded by the ice cones and scattered into pieces.
The icy rain only lasted for three seconds before dissipating, leaving only the pitted and pulpy land painfully and silently accusing the icy rain of ruthlessness.
"I need a pen, Mr. Frank. Oh yes, I also need a piece of paper." Zhang Dali knew that this was Frank showing him the power of magic runes, and the effect was remarkable. His curiosity about magic runes Successfully seduced into possessiveness.
"It's a pleasure to serve you." With another crisp snap of his fingers, a white quill and a piece of parchment were conjured out of thin air by Frank like a magic trick.
"You're so cool at it, I wish you a good one." Zhang Dali was very envious of Frank's ability to activate magic runes to turn paper and pen by just snapping his fingers, but he obviously wasn't in the mood to learn such acrobatic skills at the moment. When the time comes, he can only write down the trembling hymns of Huang Quan while writing rapidly, while silently praying in his heart that Frank will be struck by lightning when he goes out.
"Mr. Frank, I have written it, and I would like you to read it." Huang Quan's trembling eulogy was not long, and Zhang Dali wrote it out quickly.
"This is indeed the language of dragons. Can you explain its meaning?" Frank was able to confirm that what Zhang Dali wrote was indeed the language of dragons, but he only knew its shape but did not know its meaning.
"Well, the meaning of this dragon language is a bit rude. Do you really want to listen, Mr. Frank?" Huang Quan's trembling praises were the curse words of the dragon people. For fear that Frank would be unhappy if he didn't say it clearly, Zhang Dali had to remind him first.
"Dragons are an arrogant race, you say." Frank has done some research on dragon language magic. He knows that the hymns of dragon language magic are filthy and rude. If they are not rude, he does not believe that what Zhang Dali writes is true. Draconic magic chant.
"I am a dragon and I am proud of it. If you want to die, then die. If you are a waste of two hundred and fifty, go to hell." Zhang Dali said in great poetry.
"Okay, although what you said is a bit obscure, I think I should understand it." Zhang Dali's limerick sounded a bit confusing to Frank, but in order to express the wisdom that a great sage should have, he felt It's time for you to understand.
"Then, Mr. Frank, can you tell me how to make the magic runes?" He handed over the Dragon Language magic happily, and Zhang Dali felt that Frank should also happily tell him the magic runes. Here’s how to make it.
With a snap of his fingers, a simple book appeared on the cover with complicated magic patterns. Frank handed the book to Zhang Dali and said: "These carrier-free fixed magic runes are not something you can create now. I think you need to start from Start learning the basics. This is an introductory textbook on magic runes. Take it and study it carefully."
"Three Thousand Questions about Naughty Blue Cat, ahem, "Three Thousand Questions about Magical Runes". After reading it, you can learn how to make magic scrolls. Damn, this is it, it's amazing!" He took the thick "Three Thousand Questions about Magical Runes" from Frank's hand. "Three Thousand Questions on Magic Runes", after looking at the attribute description, he found that this book was the magic scroll making book that he had been thinking about since he saw the magic runes. Zhang Dali was overjoyed.
The life skills introduction on the official website of "Chaos" lists the rare life skill of magic scroll making. Since it is rare, it naturally attracted Zhang Dali's attention and kept him in mind.
Because of this, after seeing the magic runes in Frank's tent, he immediately thought of making magic scrolls.
Magic scrolls are a must-have item for traveling as a monk to defeat monsters and kill people. Having a magic scroll means that you can carry several more skills with you, which is of great significance.
Especially for a young man like him who has limited skill slots, learning how to make magic scrolls will undoubtedly improve his strength a lot, and even bring about earth-shaking changes.
"Opportunities are self-inflicted. I'm so damn powerful." Zhang Dali couldn't help but praise himself in his heart when he thought that he had gained such powerful life skills because of his hard work.
(The long nightmare circus has come to an end, and a new chapter is about to begin. Sorry, I originally wanted to write some flowers in this volume, but it seems to be taken for granted and a bit delayed. But no matter what,
This is a volume that follows the protagonist from behind the scenes to the front of the stage. It can also be regarded as a large volume that opens up the future. Then, I seem to have forgotten what I wanted to say. I paused for more than three minutes and couldn’t remember it, so I stopped talking. I hope everyone will read it.
Be happy. Thank you all for your support. Please vote for me by the way. Thank you all.)
