Chapter 272 Dragon Roar, Mind Power, Forgotten Memories
Lu Zhengkang frowned when he woke up. He had just had a strange dream, which turned out to be the animation plot at the beginning of the game.
But he vaguely felt that he had forgotten something and could not remember it. Soon, even the idea that he had forgotten things faded away.
Lu Zhengkang only remembers that he dreamed about the game screen, that's all.
The near miss did not bring any other feelings to the troll man. He went to the shelter of the courtyard to cook. The smell attracted two greedy men, Jonas and Dilo. Lu Zhengkang prepared every dish. They both were asked to taste it first, and they found it delicious before serving it out of the pot.
During dinner, Aingale, who had been meditating for nearly ten hours, finally appeared. As the only person among the four graybeards who could communicate, Lu Zhengkang missed this old man very much.
After the meal, Lu Zhengkang stopped Ain Gale and said, "Master, can you teach me a roar?"
The old man smiled, as if he had expected it, and said, "Follow me."
Lu Zhengkang followed him and walked out of the meeting hall to the central hall. There was a light gray square tile floor in front of the high platform leading to the courtyard, which was significantly different from the surrounding large gray and black slates. There were two deep terraces on the dome. On the patio, dim twilight filtered in, illuminating this small piece of masonry as dull as a dirty rag gathering dust.
Aingale stood in the shadow outside the light pillar and shouted softly at the brick floor.
"Vos!"
A wave of sound enveloped the dense air and turned into a vortex, then hit the bricks and turned into a dragon language character, which means "power".
What does the dragon's writing look like? At first glance, it looks like abstract cuneiform writing. It is a symbol carved by the dragon's finger claws, so the strokes are very straight, thick at the beginning and thin at the end, with three or four scratches of different lengths. When arranged, it becomes a dragon text, and the combination of several dragon texts becomes a word.
Aingale pointed to the runes on the ground and said, "Meditate on it. If you really get the approval of the sky, you can do it."
What to achieve? Understand it? Lu Zhengkang understands the dragon language. Or inscribes it? How can it be considered as meeting the standard?
The troll man sat cross-legged in front of the rune and stared at the phantom on the brick.
A dragon roar was engraved on the ground. Apart from the shallow traces, it was a symbol that emitted a chaotic orange-red light.
Without any clue, Lu Zhengkang poured some of his restored energy into his eyes under his eyebrows, and then looked at the dragon's language, feeling vaguely. A feeling of sleepiness slowly rose in the quiet meditation, and some hallucinations also slowly emerged. The broken blue sky rises, divided by black clouds. The mountains are small, like inconspicuous mounds on the sand table, peeled off into dust little by little by the long wind behind the clouds.
What is power? Destroy something, or build something, is it a great union, or is it a greedy growth?
Every time you learn a Tumu, it is a debate and a decision.
Lu Zhengkang was still carefully observing the illusion in front of him. A man was using a pickaxe to carve out the mountain, building a road on the steep Hrothgar Peak, and paving it with stone steps. There were seven thousand steps in total. No matter how high the mountain was, Can't stop my steps!
The scene kept changing. A man in gray robes was being besieged by seventeen people with roars. He remained unfazed in the fierce waves of air like a raging sea and volcano. He only opened his mouth and his shocking and boundless spitting eyes suppressed the roars of the others. .You all have to shut up when I speak!
The heroes of Ancient Nord wielded crude weapons to fight against the giant dragons that flew into the sky and escaped from the earth. They used their roars to defeat the arrogant dragons, and even put them into a deep sleep, never to wake up again. Back then, you used your roars to oppress our ancestors.
, now we must repay tooth for tooth, blood debt with blood!
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When Lu Zhengkang came to his senses, the sky was already completely dark. There were fire pots lit around him, and the light was warm. He raised his head, and there was a brilliant aurora outside the patio, with a corner exposed, swaying, and extremely beautiful.
He already understands [Vos], but he doesn't know how to release it yet.
What can be used to release this Tumu?
Magical energy is not easy to use. Although it is dragon language magic, the release does not require the participation of magical energy. The roar is a resonance frequency. Just shout it out. The key is that it is useless to shout it out alone.
Then just work hard.
Lu Zhengkang focused his energy on his vocal cords and shouted "Fusi!"
The hall echoed with Voss, but no air flow came out, which was a failure.
Lu Zhengkang nodded. It seems that it requires advanced operations. Tumu requires more advanced control skills of the mind. This step often makes many learners of the Roaring Way struggle to find the right way.
Mind power is the combination of body, mind and faith. Dragon roar requires emotional infusion, so in the final analysis, you have to be like an actor and integrate into this frequency.
If you firm up your views on the dragon's meaning before remembering the dragon's language in the first step, you will make mistakes when it comes to emotional resonance.
Lu Zhengkang closed his eyes. Power is the means to realize his ideas. The form of power is not important, as long as the goal is achieved, this is his philosophy. So in order to make the dragon roar, he can try different methods, as long as it succeeds.
He told himself that he had to use brute force to crush everything in front of him, whether it was tangible objects or intangible things, just crush them all.
His heart fluctuated violently, like a surge of hot blood in his heart, and a venting howl surged unstoppably in his throat. Lu Zhengkang opened his eyes, inhaled, and let out mufusi!
The heart vibrates, rises, then falls, resonance occurs, magic energy pours into the sound, a surging air ball flies out, knocking over the brazier next to the pillar, the cold air current takes away too much heat at once, and the red coals turn dim and black.
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Lu Zhengkang is a little tired. The ups and downs of mental strength will have a great negative impact on people. No wonder the dragon roar in the game cannot be used continuously, but it will cause physical and mental exhaustion and injuries.
"Yes, you are very talented. It's impressive." Ain Gale stood on the high platform, at the entrance of the corridor, watching silently, and then he praised him, "You are really very savvy. Ordinary people have to learn how to spit.
, inevitably requires several years of meditation and contemplation. As mortals, we are all weak, but by mastering the roar, we can also transform into the boundless world."
While appreciating the mysterious feeling of mental fluctuations, the troll man replied: "If there is a thought, then a thought is like smoke in the fire, like a flower on the sea, piercing the nose and confusing the eyes. If there is no thought, you can see the bright lights.
, Sincerity is bright and clear, and the right path is right.”
Using Tumu requires the blending of emotions. It is born out of one thought. If things go on like this, your thinking will be constrained by this illusory emotion, so it is called one-mindedness. But if you can do whatever you want, get rid of shallow and short-term impulses, and point directly to the eternal essence,
That is the realm of light, that is, the divine truth.
Aingale was stunned and remained silent.
The monk's sharpness is more obscure than the gray beard's subtlety, and the grammar used by Lu Zhengkang is also very simple, with concise vocabulary and endless meanings, making it even more difficult to understand now.
Master Ai thought it made sense when he heard it at first, and planned to go back and think about what Lu Zhengkang said.
The sound of hurried footsteps faded away, but Lu Zhengkang stayed where he was.
Just now, when my mind was fluctuating, I seemed to have a pounding feeling, as if memories were quietly knocking on the window, and I looked up, but there was no trace.