Sword and Magic and Taxi

Magical animals exist, and magical things happen. Now that Zhao Mai has seen the magical side of wizards, magic and powers in this world, he naturally wants to find out. He asked Tolkien to teach him the pronunciation of the remaining spells, and half of them could actually release magic. Although the effect is somewhat different from the magic spells used by wizards, this is Zero's breakthrough after all!

Sader Atimuz... This is a transformation spell. Zhao Mai used it to turn the quill in front of him into a rope. He envisioned turning it into a snake, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't produce the force of nature out of thin air. Other spells are also slightly problematic, such as the color and shape of the fire being wrong, or removing weapons instead of removing armor.

Don't worry, I guess I made some mistakes in my pronunciation. I can see the effect now, and I should be able to correct it after I record it.

Tolkien, how did you come up with this spell?

The Muse found me and inspired me! Tolkien said with a proud expression on his face.

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

Okay. Let me light up the cigarette. This is enough for me to brag about. Tolkien organized his thoughts while arranging his pipe, and his words drifted out with the rising smoke from the pipe.

I have been very interested in this matter since I received it. I first compared your McCamey spell with the light spell to find the rules. The stone book Test of the Origin of Magic was also given to me in it. It provided a lot of ideas, and I also made two spell structures, but I always had the feeling that something was wrong.

I had a dream two days ago. In the dream, two clouds were talking. 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 essence of the spell words we see now is to record sounds. It is the sounds that come first and then the words. The further back the text develops, the greater the influence of human cultural life. If I use Pushing forward the patterns formed later, it is impossible to go back the same way. I have to learn from nature instead of focusing on people's pronunciation habits.

I mainly refer to the dialogue between clouds in dreams and split them up through natural sounds - wind means whistling, thunder means crackling, and so on. On this basis, I then consider the method of inverse deduction and the wizard society. The progress of the journey. Tolkien adjusted his glasses and said: The language changes in the Middle Ages, the folk customs and folklore before the Dark Ages, and ancient poetry and sacrificial texts have all given me some inspiration. My future work will become It happened very quickly, and that’s why you have this thing you see.”

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

Thank you for the compliment, but it's really not that great. Most of it was inspired by dreams.

Naturally, Zhao Mai would not miss this detail: Dream. He always remembered to observe Tolkien, hoping to find a relationship between his works and the traversable world. The curse language used by Zhao Mai now 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 most likely the influence of a certain time and space world on him.

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

The two of them were busy until the sky was filled with stars and yawning. Tolkien really couldn't hold on anymore, and Zhao Mai continued to pour various improvement requirements into his mind. In the end, Tolkien fell directly into Zhao Mai's room and fell asleep, accompanied by snoring and mumbling in his mouth. Whispering about cursed language.

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 came in, wagging her fingers and said to Zhao Mai: Are you trying to make him so tired on purpose?

Yes. Zhao Mai nodded: Tolkien is my idol. In my era, his fantasy works created a new era. Xiaohua, you are from Golarion, but you also saw that in me That world contains Golarion Settings and other related materials. Tolkien will also write books in the future. His mind is connected to other worlds in some way, and he can travel through it like a taxi. The magic spell this afternoon is not simple, I think it is also a connection on a world level.

So, the green dream is indeed the best way. Xiaohua approached Tolkien and looked at 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 Xiaohua's head and felt the elastic feel of the red fluffy hair. In the green dream, all the signals received by the sense organs are provided by the natural force, so the incorporeal flowers feel exactly like real people. Tolkien learned some psychic powers from me, and I was able to communicate with him and watch his brain activity.

It turns out you were prepared!

It's unintentional. I'm not a master of prophecy who can predict the future a few months ago. I taught Tolkien psychic powers purely out of interest and friendship. Zhao Mai said on Xiaohua's forehead He flicked on it and said, Stop talking and concentrate, he might start dreaming at any time.

Tolkien was so exhausted that he soon fell into a deep sleep. Dimly, he heard the sound of fighting among the clouds again.

This time the dream was even clearer than last time. The vast expanse of grassland has rolling hills and green grass growing higher than the knees. Tolkien stood on the grass, his legs tangled in the grass and unable to move at all. He could only turn around and look in all directions.

The savannah is quite monotonous, with no flowers or trees to be seen, and no sign of animals. The only things moving and changing around me were the clouds in the sky. A colorful cloud moved slowly from the south, while the other three directions were full of dark clouds, rushing over fiercely.

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

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

Then, a gust of wind blew, and the straw man rose up with the wind and flew straight towards the clouds.