The variant dragon language magic suitable for players was finally completed after Blue worked overtime.
The Dragon Language magic copied from Goudan, with the help of Blue, can be used by players in Mandarin from another world.
At the same time, for the convenience of players, more than 100 dialects under the Different World Languages umbrella have also been added as templates.
In other words, when players use dialects that conform to more than one hundred dialect system templates, they can also exert their original power.
To sum it up in one sentence:
[Want magic? Use prestige and currency to exchange for the magic you want. The corresponding prestige level and corresponding magic are also different. The higher the level, the higher the magic power consumption. For details on magic power, see the previous post]
Draconic magic itself is a very complex type of magic. If Sherlock explained the specific operation settings in detail, he might not have to play the game all day long.
So Sherlock spent about ten minutes explaining the above in hundreds of easy-to-understand words.
It also lists the magic that consumes magic power within the range that the Goblin race can bear, and the total number of magic types reaches prestige level 5.
As for the effects of magic, how to use it, etc., I won’t mention it at all.
And when Sherlock threw out the settings casually, the players and friends on the forum naturally "praised" Sherlock.
Sherlock felt relieved when he saw how satisfied everyone was, and then closed the forum.
"Dark Souls" - Start!
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When Sherlock began to study "Dark Souls" for the future of the eternal kingdom dungeon.
Players on the forum, after "praising" the plan, began to use their ingenuity to study dragon language magic, and published many useful experimental posts:
[~OTZ~: Regarding dialects and body language, will it enhance the power of magic or special effects?]
[Billy Wang: The mainstream direction of magic in the future is auxiliary magic! 】
[Take jujube pills: The sewer profession of magician is just like the short bow, it has no future!]
Posts like this, no matter how you look at it, their journey to magic has just begun.
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Thirty days...
Two skeleton lichs stood on the console with their empty eyes open.
The goblins haven't come to attack us for thirty days!
One of the lichs pressed the skull palm onto the crystal ball and asked:
"Teacher...can we come down now? It's been thirty days and no goblins have come. I feel a little urgent to urinate."
"Are you sure? Then I will arrange for the next group to take your place, and you can continue lining up to graduate."
Such gentle questions came from the crystal ball.
"No need, I'll hold it back."
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Academy of the Dead Office Conference Hall.
"boom--!"
"The matter is very serious. If Party B does not have the spirit of the contract, we should sue Party B. My students have been standing on it for thirty days. They cannot eat well or wear warm clothes. They don't even have a grave to lie down on, and there is no pit to go to the toilet."
It’s useless! Principal, is this ridiculous?”
A skeleton lich, with an angry look on his face, stood up and asked loudly.
At the other end of the long table, another skeleton lich in a suit said:
"Professor Baicai, I can understand your anger, but Professor Bacon is responsible for this matter. What does it have to do with me, the principal."
Professor Baicai looked at Professor Bacon sitting opposite him with angry eyes.
Bacon crossed his two skeleton hands together, placed them on the table, pondered for a moment, and said:
"Actually, personally, I trust Lord Sherlock very much. Lord Sherlock is a rich, gentleman, just, and generous upper-level demon. Those goblins have indeed been traveling for a long time, but standing in front of
From their point of view, they would be happy to travel for 180 years."
Seeing that Professor Baicai was about to speak, Bacon quickly continued:
"Of course, I completely understand Ms. Baicai's concerns. This matter has indeed taken a long time. Otherwise, I will personally go on a business trip to resolve this matter."
"Okay! Let us applaud Professor Bacon's spirit."
The principal took the lead in bursting into applause, and the entire conference hall applauded for a long time.
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"Is this the last batch of magic items?" Sherlock looked at the small pile of magic items in front of him and asked.
"They should be the last batch, Lord Sherlock."
Blue said:
"The top student has also confirmed many times that there are no magic items left behind. However... we haven't found anything weird in the ancient ruins."
"I understand." Sherlock nodded, then took out a piece of magic-proof cloth and covered it with the last magic item.
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The red magic light penetrated the night sky, and a newspaper was quietly spread on the ground. A gust of cool wind passed by, rolling up the newspaper and making a "clatter" sound.
"Yoha——!"
A goblin with a bald head was riding a bipedal bird running rapidly through the empty streets.
Several bipedal birds ran behind him one after another. In some places at midnight, these flying birds are always indispensable.
There was only one demon on the street, dragging a big black box.
The brown sheepskin boots are in sharp contrast with the slightly dirty road. The dark plaid trousers that just cover the ankles are paired with a black belt and a black and white houndstooth top. It is low-key yet mixed with a strong sense of style.
British flavor.
The white shirt and black jacket are worn inside. The fine texture of suede shows a solemn and classic temperament.
The well-dressed devil in front of me had every strand of hair neatly combed.
The raised dust flew to the side of the devil. He raised his palm, and the flying dust seemed to hit an invisible wall at the same time. It all stopped less than thirty centimeters away from him.
After he left, he continued to drift away.
"Lord Sherlock, I don't understand why you dress like this every time you come to handle these magic items?" Blue's voice appeared in Sherlock's ears.
"The goods brought out by a down-and-out person are often not valued too high. Even if a decent person brings out a piece of scrap metal, it can be said to be a treasure."
Sherlock dragged the box to the entrance of a black alley. He looked around to make sure there was no one there before turning around and walking in.
The dull sound of dragging boxes could be heard in the dark alley.
There was a beastman sitting on the ground, his face was black and green, and he was wearing tattered clothes. The smell coming from him was as if he had not washed himself for more than ten days.
Seeing Sherlock approaching, the beastman raised his head and looked at Sherlock with a fearful but greedy look.
"Good evening." Sherlock stopped in front of him.
"Have you... brought it with you?"
The beastman showed a longing look on his face.
"Of course, are you here today?" Sherlock looked around, then looked down at the beastman sitting on the ground:
"Compared to last time, the environment is much worse."
"The defense team is investigating closely. There should be a mole among us. The defense team can get some information every time."
The beastman looked at Sherlock with more and more desire, and even his eyes began to become bloodshot.
"That's it." Sherlock took out a golden ball from his arms and threw it into the hands of the beastman.
He left without looking back.
The beastman was like a man who was lost in the desert and about to die of thirst, and when he saw the sweet spring in front of him, his nose and saliva were flowing, and he hugged the golden ball thrown by Sherlock and took a greedy breath.
Sherlock shook his head and said to himself:
"What a depraved person."
He reached the end of the dark alley and saw a locked iron door with a gray statue placed against the wall.
It was a statue of a female goblin posing, and it looked like it had been abandoned here.
Sherlock walked directly to the statue and placed the box he was dragging in front of him. The statue opened its eyes, looked at Sherlock with scrutiny, and then said:
"The signs of positive and negative are the same."
"Yu Yu Zheng Zheng means different."
The statue heard Sherlock's answer, then stood up, carefully climbed down the stone block it was standing on, then took out the key, walked to the edge of the iron door, and opened the iron door.
Sherlock nodded to the goblin statue and walked in.
The goblin statue behind him carefully closed the iron door, took out the key and locked it.
The statue took out a magic welding gun and a mask to block the bright light, shined the mask on his face, and pointed the welding gun at the crack of the door.
In the strong light and blazing fire, the iron door was welded shut.
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