Sword and Magic and Taxi

There are magical animals, and there are always magical things. [Full text reading] Now that Zhao Mai has seen the magical side of wizards, magic and abilities in this world, he naturally wants to find out. He asked Tolkien to teach him the pronunciation of the remaining spells, half of which could release magic. Although the effect is somewhat different from the spells used by wizards, it is a zero breakthrough after all!

"Sad Atimuz..." This was a transformation spell, and Zhao Mai used it to turn the feather pen in front of him into a rope. What he envisioned was to turn it into a snake, but no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't produce natural force out of thin air. Other spells are also more or less problematic, such as the wrong color and shape of the flame, or removing weapons becomes removing armor.

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

"Tolkien, how did you come up with such a spell?"

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

Zhao Mai shook his head, put down his wand, and sat down in front of Tolkien: "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 thoughts as he sorted out his pipe, and his statement also drifted out with the rising smoke from the pipe.

"I've been very interested since I received this incident, so I first compare your McCamy spell with the light spell spell to find the pattern. The stone book "The Origin of Magic" was also given to me in it. I have provided a lot of ideas, and I have also made two spell structures, but I have always felt that something is wrong."

"I had a dream two days ago. In the dream, two clouds were talking, and the sound was like thunder, wind and rain. After I woke up, the language of the clouds was a little fuzzy, but it was still in my memory, and I understand a truth. The mantra text we see now is essentially recording sound. The sound is the first to have the text. The more backward the development is, the more the text is affected by human cultural life. If I use It’s impossible to go back the same way as the rules formed later. I have to learn from nature instead of getting entangled in people’s pronunciation habits."

"I mainly refer to the conversations of the clouds in my dreams and separate them through natural sounds-the wind is the whistle, the thunder is the crack, and so on. On this basis, I will consider the reverse method and the wizarding society. Tolkien lifted his glasses and said: “The language changes in the Middle Ages, the folklore and folklore before the Dark Ages, the ancient poetry and sacrificial texts all gave me some inspiration. My future work has changed. It’s fast, so there is this thing you see."

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

"Thank you for your compliment, but it's not that great. Most of it is inspired by dreams."

Zhao Mai will naturally not miss this detail: "Dreamland." He always remembered to observe Tolkien, hoping to find the relationship between his works and the transversable world. The spell language currently used by Zhao Mai is an "academic work" for Tolkien, and it is also a real spell system. When Tolkien was creating this language, the dreams he mentioned were probably the influence of a certain time and space on him.

"While we are excited now, let's sort out this spell and make it more precise." Zhao Mai decided to strike while the iron was hot, and regardless of whether Tolkien had other things, he started to work.

The two of them were busy until the sky was full of stars and yawning. Tolkien really couldn't hold on anymore, Zhao Mai still kept instilling various "requirements for improvement" into his mind, and finally Tolkien fell asleep directly in Zhao Mai's room, accompanied by snoring, his mouth was still beeping. Mumbling about the spell language.

Zhao Mai moved a chair and sat next to Tolkien, put his hand on his head, and let himself into a green dream. Xiao Hua also followed in, shaking her fingers and saying to Zhao Mai: "Did you deliberately make him so tired?"

"Yes." Zhao Mai nodded: "Tolkien is my idol. In my era, his fantasy works opened up a new era. Xiaohua, you are from Glarion, but you have also seen it in me. There are related materials such as "Glarion Collection" in that world. Tolkien will also write books later, his mind is connected to other worlds in some way, and can be traversed like a taxi. The curse this afternoon is not simple, I think it is also a connection on the world level."

"In that case, green dreams are indeed the best means." Xiaohua leaned close to Tolkien, watching the natural force fluctuations emanating from him. "How can I help you?"

"You are more sensitive to the force of nature than me." Zhao Mai touched Xiao Hua's head, feeling the elastic feel of the red fluffy hair. In the green dream, all the signals received by the senses are provided by the force of nature, so the little flower without a physical body feels exactly like a real person. "Tolkien learned some psychic powers from me, and I can just establish communication with it and stare at his brain activity."

"So you were prepared!"

"Unintentionally cutting the willow. I am not a master of prophecy of unknown prophets. I was able to predict this scene a few months ago. I taught Tolkien psychic powers purely out of interest and friendship." Zhao Mai is on Xiaohua's forehead He flicked slightly, "Stop talking, concentrate, he may start dreaming at any time."

Tolkien was really exhausted, and soon fell into a deep sleep. In the dimness, he heard the sound of fighting between the clouds again.

This time the dream is clearer than last time~www.NovelMTL.com~ The hills on the vast grassland are rolling up and down, and the green weeds grow higher than knees. Tolkien stood on the grass, his legs entangled in the grass, completely unable to move. He can only turn around and look in all directions.

The prairie is rather monotonous, with no flowers, trees, or animals. Only the clouds in the sky are still moving and changing around. A colorful cloud cluster slowly moved from the south, and the other three directions were all dark clouds, rushing over aggressively.

The cloud began to make a dull sound again, full of power and emotion, and the whole world crawled down to listen to the language of the cloud. Tolkien stood on the grass and looked up. He listened hard and remembered, hoping to tell Zhao Mai more when he woke up.

At this time, not far from him, the grass suddenly began to grow taller with a twist, and soon turned into a human figure with a head, a torso and four limbs. Although Cao Ren does not have 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 forcefully, then squatted down, leaned close to a small flower at his feet and said a few words. The flowers are delicate and lovely, with red petals, white stems, green leaves and black roots.

Then, a gust of wind blows, and the grass man rises with the wind and flies straight to the clouds. (To be continued.)